A Scummy Alpha Supporting Character Accidentally Marks the Heroine After Transmigrating into a Book (GL) - Chapter 23.1

These three words were like a heavy mountain suddenly crashing down, leaving Yan Nanjue dizzy and disoriented. She suddenly realized something, snapped her hands up, and pressed them tightly over her nose and mouth.

Yan Nanjue remembered that Bai Wan’s pheromones were jasmine, so what she just smelled…

It couldn’t be Bai Wan’s pheromones, right?

Yan Nanjue’s mind went blank.

Even though she covered her nose and mouth, the pheromones surrounded her like a physical substance, wrapping her tight. She could even feel the glands on the side of her neck, near the back of her ears, heating up. A faint itch and a burning sensation surged—as if a fire were starting deep inside her body.

At first, it was just a tiny spark, but when the pheromones drew near, it was like pouring oil on a fire; it exploded instantly.

Dizzy, Yan Nanjue instinctively walked forward and stopped in front of Bai Wan’s door.

The scent of pheromones leaked continuously from the crack under the door. She was like Eve being tempted in Greek mythology, nearly losing her senses.

Fortunately, the System’s electronic voice rang out, yanking her drifting soul back to earth.

【Yan Nanjue!!! What are you doing?!】

Yan Nanjue snapped back to reality. “Crap, what am I doing?!”

System:【…】

【The heroine is in a very bad state. It’s estimated that her poor physical health and extreme emotional fluctuations have caused her to enter heat early. It should be a ‘false heat,’ but it’s equally dangerous. She has a high fever, her physical indicators are dropping rapidly, and her emotional state is hitting the red line. The Blackening Value in the background is also fluctuating. If you don’t handle this now, things will get very bad!】

Yan Nanjue’s head cooled instantly as she shook off the daze. “Then we have to get her to a hospital immediately!” With that, she intended to rush in and save her.

The System’s electronic voice was full of shock.

【Are you crazy? You’re an Alpha! How the hell are you going to ‘rescue’ someone? Go inject yourself with a suppressor first!】

Yan Nanjue’s mind went blank for a second. She belatedly remembered she was in a book, and she was currently an Alpha who was naturally attracted to Omega pheromones.

【If you lose control and run in now, the heroine will likely turn from a false heat into a full-blown real heat.】

The consequences of that… Yan Nanjue didn’t dare think about it.

Having been just an ordinary person before transmigrating, she realized the severity of the situation. She immediately ran to find the first-aid kit, located the Alpha-specific suppressor, and jammed the needle into her arm.

As the suppressor was automatically pushed into her body, Yan Nanjue’s anxious emotions slowly stabilized. Her mind cleared, and a spring-like coolness covered her glands.

Inside the kit, she also saw an isolation mask similar to a gas mask from her world, except it only covered the lower half of an Alpha’s face. Beneath the mask was a suppression collar.

【Put on the mask and the collar; both are for isolating pheromones. The mask also prevents an Alpha from injecting pheromones into an Omega. This kit is yours—it only contains Alpha supplies. The Omega suppressors are in the heroine’s room. Once you’re protected, go to her room. Her kit should be in the wardrobe, and then…】

In the emergency, the System pulled relevant content from the original book and barked instructions at high speed.

Yan Nanjue followed every step, spraying pheromone blocking agent on every corner and the cracks of every door and window. Then she turned and cautiously pushed open the door to Bai Wan’s room.

The room was pitch black; the curtains were drawn.

Yan Nanjue instinctively held her breath and carefully turned on the lights, prepared to face a heroine in heat.

The lights flared to life, but Bai Wan was nowhere to be seen.

Just as Yan Nanjue was wondering, a sound came from the bathroom. She immediately understood, grabbed the suppressor from the bottom of the wardrobe, and nervously tried the bathroom door.

…It wouldn’t open. Bai Wan had locked it.

【Break the door down,】 the System said calmly.

Yan Nanjue did as told—BANG!

The bathroom door slammed against the wall. Rushing in, Yan Nanjue’s gaze landed nearby.

The faucet wasn’t tightened; a thin stream of hot water flowed from the showerhead on the floor, filling the room with a hazy mist.

The square bathtub was full of water. Bai Wan, still dressed, had her soaked upper body draped over the edge of the tub while her lower body was submerged in the water. Ripples spread out from her waist. In the damp, hot mist, she looked like a mermaid who had just come ashore and couldn’t adapt to her legs, lying helplessly on a reef.

Her wet clothes clung tightly to her body, revealing the skin beneath. Two buttons at her chest had come loose, and from Yan Nanjue’s perspective, she could catch a glimpse of an enchanting scene.

…Sensual and alluring.

Yan Nanjue snapped her eyes shut, remembered her purpose, and forced them open again.

Bai Wan looked like she could slip into the bathtub at any moment. Her long lashes were wet and clumped together, looking like fragile plants swaying by the water. Her left hand was still wrapped in bandages—now soaked—with traces of blood seeping out and spreading across the water’s surface.

Her wet hair clung to her face, and her snow-white skin was flushed pink like a piece of jade. Her slender neck was a deep crimson.

Hearing the noise, she looked up from her damp hair. Her face, beautiful as a painting, was shrouded in a flush, but her expression was cold and disgusted. That look she gave, looking upward, was beautiful enough to leave one speechless. Even her appearance was like a mermaid—dreamlike, ethereal, and unlike a mortal.

The emotion on Bai Wan’s face wasn’t just directed at the outside world; it was directed at herself.

The entire bathroom was filled with dense pheromones. Even with her protection on, Yan Nanjue was nearly forced back by the wave of Omega scent.

Seeing Bai Wan start to slide, Yan Nanjue stepped forward in three quick strides, intending to haul her out of the tub.

“…Get out.”

A raspy voice rang out in the bathroom. Yan Nanjue didn’t stop, reaching out to hold her.

Bai Wan closed her eyes weakly. “I told you to get out… what are you doing here… get out, GET OUT…” Her voice trembled with a hint of softness.

Yan Nanjue didn’t listen, of course, and drew closer.

Bai Wan opened her eyes again, her reddened eyes staring at her with sky-high hatred. Her arms swung wildly in the air, trying to push Yan Nanjue away—preferably to a place where she would never see her again.

“Get… out…”

The swinging, burning arm was caught by a cool palm.

The temperature of the skin burned Yan Nanjue slightly; the heat seemed to follow Bai Wan’s skin into her own bloodstream like a fire, threatening to ignite her. She gripped the arm firmly, not yielding an inch.

“You’ve entered heat early,” Yan Nanjue reminded her coldly.

Bai Wan didn’t seem to understand what those words meant; she simply struggled reflexively, resisting being in the same room with her.

“Bai Wan, do you know who I am?”

Lying on the edge of the tub, Bai Wan looked up with bloodshot, shimmering eyes. Her crimson lips parted to spit out three words:

“…You crazy woman.”

Yan Nanjue:【…】 Even when she’s delirious, she remembers to insult me.

Bai Wan added hatefully: “An unstable lunatic, a torturing pervert…”

Yan Nanjue:【…】

She held Bai Wan’s upper body and lifted her out of the bathtub. She grabbed the suppressor, aimed it at Bai Wan’s slender arm, and was about to inject it. Suddenly, Bai Wan struggled violently, like a stranded, dying fish using its last bit of life to resist. She would rather die than bow her head.

Yan Nanjue’s hand slipped, and Bai Wan managed to break free, nearly causing her to drop the suppressor.

In the next instant, Yan Nanjue’s vision went dark as a sharp pain hit her shoulder.

So much pain! Yan Nanjue let out a muffled groan.

Bai Wan had bitten her shoulder savagely; she could even feel the teeth sinking deep into her flesh.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! It’s definitely bleeding!

Yan Nanjue reflexively reached out and shoved Bai Wan away.

The weak Bai Wan was pushed back into the center of the tub, causing ripples. Yan Nanjue looked down—there was a circular bite mark above her collarbone, bitten deeply and bleeding.

Ouch! Why is Bai Wan a biter?!

Yan Nanjue hissed in pain, nearly failing to maintain her “cool CEO” persona. If she hadn’t pushed her away in time, she had no doubt the heroine would have bitten a chunk of meat out of her shoulder.

She looked up angrily, right into Bai Wan’s bloodshot eyes.

Those eyes were full of broken capillaries, stubborn and unyielding, staring at her through a veil of moisture. She was soaked through, looking much like the night she stood in the storm with a high fever, but with even heavier resentment and hatred.

“How do you want to torture me this time?” she asked, looking like a beautiful, tragic water ghost.

“What do you really want? You had Luo Shuqing lie to me about demolishing that house just to watch me collapse, to watch me go mad, to manipulate my emotions at will. Now do you want to see me lying on the floor like a dog, begging you for a suppressor?”

Bai Wan’s gaze moved from her face to the syringe. The syringe was thick, made of tempered glass with a double needle, and the light blue liquid reflected in her amber eyes.

She seemed to want to give a mocking smile, but she couldn’t even move her facial muscles. Her long lashes trembled, and a drop of water fell down her face like a tear from a sorrowful Madonna.

So sacred. So pitiable.

An Omega in heat is incredibly fragile; in extreme cases, there is a risk of death. The struggle just now had exhausted all her strength.

She resisted and struggled so violently.

Yan Nanjue looked at the syringe and suddenly realized something. Bai Wan loathed the needle, and she loathed the heat even more.

—Because of her.

In the original book, after the failed forced marking, the original host completely abandoned Bai Wan. From that day on, everyone knew Bai Wan was just a pet kept for amusement, to be bullied and humiliated at will. To punish Bai Wan’s resistance, the original host ordered someone to forcibly inject her with an induction agent, forcing her into an early heat.

Then, Bai Wan was locked in a basement.

No suppressor.

No isolation collar.

No nutrient solution.

No Alpha pheromone soothing or temporary marking.

Nothing. The original host watched her coldly through a glass window as she struggled and collapsed in pain. She admired Bai Wan’s agony, viewing this suffering as a punishment. When Bai Wan fell and couldn’t get up, she pressed the intercom and told her:

As long as she learned to be obedient and knelt to beg, she would give her a suppressor.

Bai Wan bit her tongue until it bled, not saying a word. Losing interest, the original host left her in the basement for three days and three nights.

Bai Wan grit her teeth and refused to bow. She went mad, collapsing until she used a steel ruler to pierce her own arm—the pain giving her a brief moment of clarity. She bit her arm, tasting blood, and thought:

I can’t bow my head.

I can’t speak.

I can’t beg for mercy.