After Breaking Up with the Scumbag Girl, I Became an Alpha [Entertainment Circle] (GL) - Chapter 17

Zhong Yan looked horrified. “Xu Wuhuan, what on earth are you doing?” She knocked on the door, but there was still no answer.

Zhong Yan started to panic, her knocking growing more urgent. “Xu Wuhuan! Xu Wuhuan! Do you hear me?!”

“…Go away.” After a long silence, Xu Wuhuan’s voice came from inside—a raspy, low moan.

Zhong Yan naturally didn’t listen to her, though she wouldn’t admit that she was actually worried. “Xu Wuhuan, why aren’t you saying anything while you’re showering? Do you want your hand to rot or what?!”

Xu Wuhuan’s consciousness was hazy, tortured by the onset of her estrus. She couldn’t clearly hear what was being said outside, and her head felt like it was splitting apart.

She couldn’t quite distinguish between reality and a dream. It felt as though she had returned to the period when she first differentiated into an Omega. Her pheromones were highly attractive to Alphas, drawing one bizarre Alpha after another to her. Because of the innate biological submission of an Omega to an Alpha, her sharp edges were often shaved away; during her heat, she would sometimes find herself unable to even move when exposed to Alpha pheromones.

This had ruthlessly crushed her naturally proud disposition into the dirt. Furthermore, because of her gender, people at her company held a skeptical attitude toward her, making her days—already surrounded by enemies—even more difficult.

Consequently, she loathed her identity as an Omega, hated the weakness that her heat brought, and rejected the instinct to submit. Thus, she hid her identity.

As her consciousness drifted, she mistook Zhong Yan for one of those Alphas and spoke harshly: “Get out!”

Zhong Yan’s hand froze mid-knock. Her face was full of disbelief, and she immediately bristled at Xu Wuhuan’s tone. She laughed out of pure anger. “Xu Wuhuan, are you seriously snapping at me?”

Xu Wuhuan’s mind was in disarray, her reason completely submerged by her heat. She couldn’t tell who the person outside was; she simply reacted as she always did during her heat—violently rejecting everyone. Her voice was hoarse. “…Rot!” (Or “Get out!”)

Zhong Yan’s face turned black. She pointed at the door, her voice simmering with rage. “Fine! Let your hand rot for all I care! Who wants to help you anyway!”

She turned and stormed back to her own room in a huff.

After confirming the person outside was gone, Xu Wuhuan hurriedly dressed and stumbled back to her bedroom in a wretched state.

She frantically searched for her medicine. Because her vision was blurred, she accidentally swept all the medicine off the table, scattering bottles across the floor.

Xu Wuhuan didn’t have time to worry about that; she just kept her head down searching for a suppressant. Finally, in a corner, she found one labeled “K.P.” With trembling hands, she injected herself. Slowly, the burning heat began to subside, and her consciousness gradually cleared.

The K.P. suppressant was a new product on the market. Its efficacy was much better than others, especially for suppressing one’s heat. She had been using it for quite a while.

She sat on the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed, her head tilted back and eyes closed as she buffered through a mysterious headache. This wasn’t the first time. For a while now, she would occasionally experience headaches and sudden, unprovoked mental confusion. It was very strange.

In the other room, Zhong Yan sat cross-legged on her bed, her face a mask of unhappiness.

Xu Wuhuan yelled at me! She actually told me to rot! I guess she couldn’t hide it anymore; she finally showed her true colors. So much for “staying by my side”—all lies!

She’s a total fraud. This woman really can’t be trusted!

The more Zhong Yan thought about it, the angrier she got, nearly plucking the fur off her stuffed doll. Since Xu Wuhuan joined Zero, she had been like a beautiful, gentle puppet that never lost her temper. This first instance of being so fierce toward Zhong Yan made her bristle instantly.

She thought about it and felt she was being too obedient. Why should she “rot” just because Xu Wuhuan told her to? Since when did she start listening to her?

She wouldn’t. She had a temper of her own, and since she was an Alpha herself, she absolutely couldn’t back down. She wouldn’t listen; she would do the exact opposite.

The more Zhong Yan thought, the more justified she felt. The little flame of rebellion in her heart burned brightly. Setting her mind, she held her head high and marched back to Xu Wuhuan’s room with great momentum.

Xu Wuhuan was still sitting on the floor with her eyes closed, recovering from the pain, when the door was suddenly shoved open with force. The bright light in the room caused her eyes to meet Zhong Yan’s in the hazy glow.

However, their expressions were polar opposites.

Zhong Yan had originally intended to bang on the door, but she hadn’t expected it to be unlocked; it was just pushed shut. Due to her momentum, she burst right in. She didn’t react for a second, her gaze looking a bit dazed.

Xu Wuhuan’s mind was still lingering in the past. Her expression was cold and flat, her eyes devoid of any ripple.

Caught by that stare, Zhong Yan’s arrogance instinctively deflated. She felt that entering without permission was a bit wrong; even though it wasn’t intentional, she felt somewhat guilty.

But Zhong Yan wouldn’t show weakness. Even if she had to fake it, she would act righteous. She craned her neck and said stiffly, “What are you looking at? I… I just came to see if your hand has rotted off yet.”

Hearing the familiar voice, Xu Wuhuan finally came back to her senses completely. She still didn’t speak, just stared straight at Zhong Yan.

Zhong Yan felt a chill down her spine under that gaze. She thought: She injured her hand, not her brain. Has she gone stupid?

She stepped forward, but because the light was dim and the floor was covered in medicine bottles, she tripped over a small vial. She lost her balance and fell forward.

Xu Wuhuan reacted quickly and caught her. This resulted in Zhong Yan falling directly into Xu Wuhuan’s embrace. The previously thick rose scent had faded, but traces of it drifted into Zhong Yan’s nose. Warmth traveled from her palm to her wrist.

The atmosphere was quiet, as if all the noise in the world had been frozen.

Xu Wuhuan’s clear voice, tinged with a hint of a smile, came from above. “Zhong Yan, are you throwing yourself into my arms?”

Zhong Yan scrambled off her immediately, her ear tips turning slightly red—though it was hard to notice in the night. She hurried to explain, “Who the f*ck is throwing themselves at you? You have a high opinion of yourself!”

Xu Wuhuan gave a soft “Ah.” “I see.” Her eyes still held a smile.

Zhong Yan was annoyed. She suddenly regretted coming over; she had made a fool of herself for nothing.

Xu Wuhuan stopped teasing her and turned on the main light. She bent over to pick up the medicine on the floor. Zhong Yan noticed blood flowing from her palm, dripping onto the snowy-white floor tiles.

Zhong Yan felt a stinging sensation in her heart, which made her very uncomfortable. Frowning, she roughly grabbed Xu Wuhuan’s wrist and pressed her down onto the bed. “Fine! I’ll pick them up. You take care of the blood on your hand.”

Xu Wuhuan thought of the specific medicines and instinctively wanted to refuse, but Zhong Yan gave her a fierce glare. Xu Wuhuan let her have her way.

Zhong Yan began picking up the various medicines. There were all sorts of them; she had no idea why Xu Wuhuan had so many. Her gaze briefly swept past the K.P. suppressant, but she only saw the letters “K.P.” and skipped over the rest.

Suddenly, her gaze froze on one particular box. The words on it struck her heart directly.

One line read: “Paroxetine.”

Medicine for severe depression.

So… why does Xu Wuhuan have this kind of medicine?

Zhong Yan held the medicine in her hand, staring at it with a stiff expression. A guess formed in her mind, but for some reason, she was unwilling to believe it.

While she was dazed, Xu Wuhuan suddenly snatched the medicine away.

Zhong Yan let out a sound of surprise, the daze still lingering in her eyes as she looked at Xu Wuhuan. “You—why do you…”

“My hand needs medicine applied, and it’s inconvenient for me to do it alone. Help me out.” Xu Wuhuan smiled gently, cutting her off.

Zhong Yan wasn’t stupid; she knew Xu Wuhuan was diverting the topic. She thought: Even if Xu Wuhuan has severe depression, what does it have to do with me? Why should I ask?

After this internal analysis, she gave an “Oh” and went to get the bandages.

Xu Wuhuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and stuffed all the medicine into the cabinet. She didn’t know if Zhong Yan recognized what kind of drug that was.

Hopefully, she doesn’t.

Zhong Yan returned and helped apply the medicine.

She kept her head down, her movements very careful. From Xu Wuhuan’s angle, she could see Zhong Yan’s long, thick eyelashes and her fair skin. Her face had gained a bit of weight recently, making her look soft and cute as she focused.

Zhong Yan was wearing a white turtleneck sweater today. As she lowered her head, she revealed half of her glowing white neck.

Beneath the sweater, on the back of her neck, there seemed to be a slight protrusion. Xu Wuhuan thought it looked familiar. Just then, Zhong Yan shifted her angle, revealing half of the bump.

Xu Wuhuan wondered if her eyes were playing tricks on her, because it looked remarkably like—a scent gland!

But she was a Beta; how could she have a scent gland?

Suspicion rose in Xu Wuhuan’s heart. She instinctively reached out, wanting to touch it. Zhong Yan suddenly felt a coldness on the back of her neck, followed by a surge of tingling from the scent gland that had never been touched before. She jumped up on the spot, leaping several meters away like a startled little animal.

Her expression looked as if she had seen a ghost. Her eyes were wide, and her voice rose an octave. “What are you doing?!”