Transmigrated Into A Scumbag Alpha Who Only Wants To Cuddle With Cat Omega - Chapter 1

“Hahaha, still pretending after coming from the slums? Once this drug takes effect, I bet she’ll be begging you to take her.”

“Sister Ran, don’t worry. Once this drug kicks in, you can play with her for as long as you want.”

Fragments of memories filled with sensual pleasures flashed through Song Ran’s mind. The air was thick with the rich yet refreshing scent of orange blossoms, while an unfamiliar heat, carrying a faint hint of night-blooming jasmine, surged through her limbs and bones.

Song Ran frowned slightly, her long, chestnut curls swaying gently as she awoke abruptly.

Didn’t I… get into a car accident?

Clutching at this thought, Song Ran steadied herself and began surveying her surroundings. Her gaze froze when it landed on the bed nearby.

There was someone under the covers!

As fragmented memories from the past resurfaced, combined with the utterly authentic, non-dramatized scene before her, Song Ran blinked in a daze, then reluctantly accepted the reality before her.

She… she had transmigrated into a novel.

Coincidentally, she had once skimmed through this once-popular book. Unfortunately! She had transmigrated into the body of the infamous villainous scum, a character with the exact same name as hers.

In Grant You Glory ABO, the original character was a spoiled, ruthless villainous scum. After catching a fleeting glimpse of the female lead, she would stop at nothing to steal her from the male lead. Even though she had already married her wife, who had been lost in the slums for twenty-two years, due to a political marriage alliance.

After the marriage, she openly provoked the male lead, subtly asserting that the female lead would ultimately belong to her. Meanwhile, consumed by jealousy over the female lead’s devotion to the male lead, she frequently tormented her wife Sang Wu to vent her frustration.

Sang Wu often met her torment and humiliation with cold indifference, sometimes outright ignoring it. No matter how much “Scum A” tried to break her, Sang Wu never showed any sign of weakness. But after being humiliated by the male lead yesterday, “Scum A” lost all patience. Not only did she purchase special drugs from her hedonistic drinking buddies, but she also planned to record a video of Sang Wu during the drug’s peak effects to share in a group chat.

Song Ran: …I’ve seen scum before, but this takes the cake!

After accepting her changed circumstances, she took a deep breath. The orange blossom scent lingering in the air stirred a growing heat deep within her. She approached the Omega hiding under the covers, her limbs slightly stiff.

Warm light spilled over the soft, white quilt, revealing uneven curves on its surface. Perhaps the drug’s potency was too strong, but the Omega’s pheromones also grew increasingly intense, filling the room with the scent of blooming orange blossoms.

The white quilt was lifted from within, revealing sweat-soaked bangs as the Omega’s breathing grew heavier and her gaze gradually glazed over. Only then did Song Ran finally glimpse Sang Wu’s true appearance.

The book had devoted vivid passages to describing Sang Wu’s beauty.

It was precisely because she possessed such exceptional looks that Zhu A hadn’t given her away.

But when their eyes met, Song Ran realized the author’s descriptions fell far short.

Beneath skin as cool and luminous as white jade lay almond-shaped eyes dark as ink, a straight, refined nose, and lips as crimson as cinnabar. A small red mole adorned the corner of her eye. At first glance, Sang Wu seemed as pure and cold as snow; upon closer inspection, she resembled an immortal from the heavens.

Even after witnessing countless beauties during her past life in the entertainment industry, Song Ran couldn’t help but marvel:

Sang Wu is truly Nuwa’s masterpiece.

After tearing her gaze away, Song Ran decisively dialed for emergency services.

Although she could summon her private doctor directly, this was a drug not circulating on the market and strictly prohibited. Moreover, the original body had injected Sang Wu with a large dose out of anger, and Song Ran feared the situation was dire.

Thinking this, she said gently, “Don’t be afraid. I just—”

Despair and defiance mingled in her voice as the cool facade, shattered by the drug’s effects, crumbled completely. Sang Wu choked back a sob. “Don’t touch me.”

A stifling heat rose, the scent of orange blossom intertwining with tuberose in the air, the two fragrances blending into a single, overwhelming aroma.

Hearing this, Song Ran paused momentarily before decisively tossing the remaining medication and prepared props from the bedside table into the trash. An Alpha’s height surpassed that of most Omegas and Betas. The black-embroidered rose halter dress accentuated her graceful figure. With a gentle expression, Song Ran soothed her, “Don’t be afraid. The doctor will be here soon. If you’re in pain, you can bite my hand.”

The corners of Sang Wu’s eyes reddened. Even in this state, she remained utterly vigilant. “I don’t need that.”

Hearing this expected response, Song Ran showed no displeasure. Patiently, she explained, “Just bear with it a little longer. Ordinary suppressants won’t solve this. Once the doctor arrives, everything will be alright.”

The last vestiges of Sang Wu’s rationality were being eroded by the entwined scents of orange blossom and tuberose. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she clamped her lips shut, refusing to let out a single sob. Her pale face flushed crimson, her long black hair cascading across the sheets. Even the simple, loose-fitting nightgown could not diminish her innate beauty.

The sash of her nightgown was tied at its highest setting, the pants covering her ankles.

Moonlight, smooth as water, spilled through the window. Even glimpsing only the tips of her jade-like feet was enough to stir desire.

Song Ran paused, then averted her gaze.

The world in the book was strikingly similar to her own reality, with only one key difference: humanity here was divided into three categories.

Alphas, born as natural leaders; Betas, the only ones devoid of pheromones and unable to detect them; and Omegas, rare and fragile.

The original body was an Alpha, and Alphas and Omegas were irresistibly drawn to each other.

So right now, she desperately wanted to sit beside Sang Wu.

To soothe her, embrace her, kiss her, even possess her.

Even though the original body had taken medication to suppress the onset of the Rut, the primal, malicious instincts of an Alpha still roared wildly within her—

Mark her.

Mark this Omega within reach.

Song Ran bit her tongue, the sharp pain snapping her back to her senses, shattering the enchantment that had clouded her judgment.

The original scum Alpha could never have imagined.

In the end, it would be Sang Wu—completely corrupted—and the Female Lead, joining forces to send the future Song Ran—a twisted, ruthless, and unhinged ruler—to prison.

Regardless of everything else, Song Ran knew she could never harm Sang Wu again.

The public hospital near the wealthy villa district was remarkably efficient. By the time Song Ran had changed her clothes and was about to call for a second ambulance, the first one had already arrived downstairs.

September was transitioning into autumn, and a chill had settled over Jincheng.

She quickly grabbed the knit sweater she had prepared for Sang Wu, just as the distinct Orange Blossom scent of the Omega on the bed seemed to grow stronger, its sweet aroma now tinged with arousal.

Overwhelmed by the sudden surge of pheromones, Song Ran’s throat went dry, and the sweater she had been holding fell to the floor.

The wail of the ambulance siren filled the villa district. As the emergency personnel rang the doorbell, a rich Tuberoses fragrance erupted from Song Ran’s body, rapidly filling the room and clashing with the Orange Blossom scent.

The medication meant to suppress her Rut had failed.

Qi Jinqiu, a prodigious artist, had stunned the world with a single painting at the age of eighteen.

But one day, she suddenly contracted Pheromone Dysregulation Syndrome. The torment of the illness drained her of all creative inspiration.

With no other choice, she moved to a scenic villa to recuperate. Though the surroundings were beautiful, her condition showed no signs of improvement.

One night, tormented by the Pheromone Dysregulation Syndrome, Qi Jinqiu snapped another paintbrush in frustration.

The window stood slightly ajar when a snow-white cat-rabbit suddenly darted in. Unafraid of humans, the little rabbit threw itself into her arms.

Strangely, the moment its soft body touched her, the pain in her limbs and bones vanished.

The little rabbit was charming and affectionate, though somewhat jealous. If anyone got too close, it would stomp its feet in anger, curl into a snowball, and turn its back on them, sulking even when offered the most tempting carrot.

Most importantly—

After a banquet one day, the little rabbit, still sulking and stomping its feet on her leg, suddenly transformed into her arch-rival in the industry, Ji Yunmian, with a pop.

The usually aloof and icy Ji Yunmian now had drooping rabbit ears, a flushed gaze, and a fluffy tail gently brushing against her back.

Stunned, Qi Jinqiu asked with an enigmatic smile, “Not angry anymore, Bunny Yunmian?”

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