After Transmigrating as a Scumbag Alpha, My Omega Underwent a Second Differentiation - Chapter 1

A long-awaited downpour brought a cliff-like drop in the early autumn temperature. As the typhoon swept through, rain lashed loudly against the windowpanes.

Despite the cold snap, the air conditioning was still running inside the room behind heavy, drawn curtains. By the bedside, a humidifier hummed softly, emitting a faint mist that lent the room a touch of dreamlike illusion.

As it turned out, when a person was on the brink of death, their senses instinctively spiraled completely out of control.

Even though she knew that fighting for a few extra moments was utterly pointless, Sheng Yinglan still closed her eyes and held her breath, quietly waiting for the water level to rise inch by inch inside the car.

It felt as though some molecular substance was diffusing through the air. It seeped into Sheng Yinglan’s body through her nose, mouth, and exposed skin, eventually pooling entirely at the back of her neck.

A sharp, piercing prickle followed. It was as if something hidden beneath her skin had suddenly been awakened, desperately eager to pierce through flesh and blood to show its head.

The sensation was agonizing. It felt exactly as if a thousand needles of varying lengths had suddenly been buried in the back of her neck, stabbing repeatedly. A death by a thousand cuts could hardly be worse than this.

Sheng Yinglan moved her slightly aching fingers, wanting to soothe the patch of skin that was burning from the pricking.

However, the moment she lifted her arm, the hand draped across her waist instinctively tightened its grip. It wasn’t until her back pressed against a distinctly scorching, curved chest that the rest of Sheng Yinglan’s senses finally flooded back.

The slight friction ignited an inconspicuous spark. It swept along her smooth back and engulfed her entire body, igniting a dry heat in an instant. Like a spark setting a prairie ablaze, it raged completely out of control.

Though she had opened her eyes, everything within her line of sight felt hazy and surreal, like a dream. The dim, amber light casting from the beaded curtains rippled and shimmered across the room with every movement. No matter how she looked at it, this didn’t look like her home—and it certainly wasn’t the inside of her car.

She was covered by a pure white blanket that barely shielded her vital areas. The arm slung across her waist was partially exposed; it wasn’t particularly fair-skinned, but it was packed with resilient strength—slender and domineering, yet retaining a touch of softness.

Everything about this was too bizarre.

Just a second ago, Sheng Yinglan’s memory was firmly fixed on the scene of herself plunging off a cliff, car and all. Yet upon waking up, she seemed to be fooling around with a woman here.

Her body temperature continued to climb, her mind was a chaotic mess, and the pain at the back of her neck was visibly intensifying. Yet, she couldn’t even move her fingers.

She could only let out two distressed whimpers, hoping to catch the attention of the person behind her. However, the soft, raspy tone of her voice sounded like an invitation for intimacy instead. Transmitted through the vibrations of her chest, it reached the other person’s ears.

“Sorry. You drank too much and threw up all over your clothes, so I helped you take them off.”

The other person’s voice carried a hint of sobriety following intoxication. Gentlemanly and considerate, she withdrew her arm from around Sheng Yinglan’s waist, pulled the slipping blanket back up to cover her properly, and created some distance between them.

Don’t.

Don’t go.

Her body clamored uncontrollably, yearning for that warm embrace. The draft stirred by the moving arm brought a faint, woody fragrance that seemed mixed with a spicy scent. It was fleeting, gone before one could savor it, yet it left one thoroughly intoxicated.

Driven by instinct, she wanted to follow this scent. She exerted all her effort to turn her burning body, wanting to get closer, just a little closer to the other person. But when her misty eyes caught sight of that face—both familiar and unfamiliar—she felt as if her heart had been struck by a heavy blow. A string of uncontrollable, large teardrops broke like a snapped necklace, smashing onto the snow-white sheets.

The long-repressed emotions surging from her chest seemed to have finally found an outlet for the body’s dry heat. But after that turbulent yearning slowly made a round through her heart, she realized the temperature hadn’t decreased at all; instead, it had risen, now tangled with a few hints of unspeakable craving.

The woman seemed to have just sobered up a bit from her drunkenness. The clarity in her eyes wasn’t fully restored, and a trace of blank confusion still shrouded her dark pupils.

Her clothes, on the other hand, were neatly put on. However, her black, high-collared, form-fitting shirt wrapped her entire neck airtight, which looked downright peculiar inside the room.

“Teacher… Teacher Yun…”

Just squeezing these three words out of her throat had already exhausted all of Sheng Yinglan’s strength. Everything before her eyes was so distorted it felt abnormal. She tried her hardest to widen her eyes to see clearer, but the mist in her eyes fell layer after layer, blocking her vision.

At the same time, a flood of fragmented life memories suddenly rushed into Sheng Yinglan’s brain, which was already too fried to think. It felt as if they were being forcefully stuffed inside her by someone, or as if certain switches inside her body had been flipped open instantly, causing her to arch her body in agonizing tolerance.

This restrained, excruciating, yet joy-tinted and peculiar form of address, combined with the crystal-clear teardrops hanging from Sheng Yinglan’s eyelashes, finally jolted Yun Rong completely awake.

Then, she caught a hint of a faint floral fragrance in the air. It was fresh, as if wrapped in soil and mixed with morning dew.

Something seemed to have gone wrong.

A flash of bewilderment crossed Yun Rong’s eyes, vanishing in an instant, and even her posture froze. The moment she smelled that floral scent, she already felt her throat tightening, and certain thoughts in her heart began to stir restlessly.

On the surface, she remained unruffled. She quietly hid one hand behind her back where Sheng Yinglan couldn’t see, digging her sharp nails into her soft palm to maintain a temporary moment of clarity.

“Sheng Yinglan, have you drunk yourself into confusion? I am Yun Rong, not your teacher. You were the one who dragged me out for drinks tonight, remember? Are you feeling unwell? Should I go call someone?”

Having finally caught an opportunity tonight, she couldn’t just let it slip away. Yun Rong asked with concern, making a motion to get up while calculating in her mind that the time should be about right. Her peripheral vision, however, remained fixed on Sheng Yinglan lying on the bed.

Seeing that the other party was still staring at her with that infatuated look, with absolutely no intention of asking her to stay, Yun Rong had no choice but to pretend that the drug was taking effect. Her legs turned weak, and she collapsed back onto the bed. Glaring at the other party with eyes full of disbelief, she spat out her name harshly: “Sheng Yinglan.”

“Did you drug the alcohol?”

The soft mattress swayed back and forth with Yun Rong’s movements. Although Sheng Yinglan hadn’t quite figured out her current situation, she managed to take in the other person’s words without missing a syllable, capturing the crucial information.

No matter how muddled she was, it was impossible for her to forget that just moments ago, she had driven her car straight off a cliff. From such a height, it was impossible for her to still be alive. And even if she were alive, she couldn’t possibly see Teacher Yun, who had perished at the bottom of a cliff years ago.

She had never had drinks with Teacher Yun.

Much less could she have drugged Teacher Yun.

If Teacher Yun were still alive, she couldn’t possibly look this young.

The air conditioning was clearly still running, yet the temperature inside the room stubbornly rose inch by inch. The hair curled around Sheng Yinglan’s ears was already somewhat damp, but her mind remained relatively clear.

Piecing together the current situation and the other party’s words, she quickly realized that she had very likely transmigrated into an ABO novel.

The novel mainly told the story of how the female lead, Yun Rong, went through countless hardships to break free from a scumbag Alpha, grew all the way, and eventually lived happily ever after with her official love interest.

Sheng Yinglan was originally an actress and was naturally interested in novels. Moreover, because the female lead of this novel shared the exact same name as Teacher Yun, her curiosity had been piqued further. However, she later discovered by chance that the canon-fodder scumbag Alpha in the text actually shared the same first and last name as herself.

Because the scumbag Alpha described in the book possessed a paranoid and gloomy personality, she had used force to claim the female lead, Yun Rong, forcing her into submission.

Even after getting her way, she wasn’t satisfied and subjected Yun Rong to doubled torment until she was broken both physically and mentally.

That was until the female lead returned like a phoenix rising from the ashes, paying her back in her own coin—confining the scumbag Alpha during her susceptibility period and extracting her glands…

Faced with such a scumbag who also bore her name and defiled Teacher Yun, Sheng Yinglan had only flipped through it hurriedly before dropping it entirely.

As if to confirm the fact that she had indeed transmigrated into the book, she laboriously felt around the position of her right elbow. Finding that the elbow bone was smooth and flat without any protrusion, she became absolutely certain that she had transmigrated.

Based on the keywords Yun Rong had just prompted, Sheng Yinglan quickly figured things out. The current plot should be at the point where she had invited Yun Rong out under the guise of drinking and had drugged her with an aphrodisiac to induce an Omega’s heat, preparing to force her into submission.

But just as she thought up to this point, a few somewhat abrupt images suddenly popped into her mind. They seemed like snippets of the original body owner’s past life. Before she could examine them closely, she felt a warm breath approaching her cheek. The pain at the back of her neck intensified again, and her limbs grew so weak from the other’s proximity that she couldn’t move at all.

Sheng Yinglan’s attention was instantly pulled back to Yun Rong, who was currently suffering from the effects of the drug and slumped not far away from her.

Yun Rong’s face hadn’t flushed red; her brows were slightly knitted as if she were enduring something. Only her star-like eyes had turned crimson at some point, flashing with emotions that Sheng Yinglan couldn’t decipher.

The scorching breath fanned right against Sheng Yinglan’s eyelashes. She blinked involuntarily, like a butterfly fluttering its wings wanting to fly, completely unaware that she had long been tightly wrapped in a spider’s web, unable to escape even if she grew wings.

One could never truly comprehend a world’s setting through words alone. Just like right now, Sheng Yinglan couldn’t understand why, if the one in heat was supposed to be Yun Rong, she was the one who couldn’t move.

According to the lore explained in the story, she shouldn’t be staying in the same room as Yun Rong right now. An Omega forced into heat was extremely dangerous. Sheng Yinglan needed to send her to the hospital immediately. Yet, her heart instinctively wanted to get closer to her, even closer. She wanted to sniff what that spicy hint in the woody fragrance was; she wanted to be held in the arms of this person who possessed the exact same face as Teacher Yun. She didn’t want to hurt the other party, yet she couldn’t stand up to save her either. She could only close her eyes, turning her head away with effort, resisting the impulse in her heart to draw near, enduring the needle-like pain at the back of her neck as she tried her best to shift her body away from her.

To her surprise, before she could even move an inch away, Yun Rong from behind had already pursued her. As Yun Rong’s breath fanned against the painful patch at the back of her neck, those sharp, piercing pains instantly transformed into threads of electric currents, rushing through her tiny blood vessels and striking her entire body.

Sheng Yinglan’s body began to tremble like a leaf shaken down by the autumn wind—reeling and drifting, with no idea where home lay. She instinctively sensed danger and wanted to evade it, but the moment she moved, she was gripped by the neck by Yun Rong, who had caught up from behind, pinning her in place.

This step hadn’t originally been part of Yun Rong’s plan. But the moment she smelled that fresh, faint, unidentifiable floral scent, she had already begun to lose control.

That scent was highly unusual. Yun Rong had never smelled anything like it before, yet it was so fatal. Just a tiny, faint hint of it had enticed her soul away, causing her to follow the slight traces until she found its source.

Even though the fragrance was already right before her eyes, it was blocked by something, refusing to give Yun Rong a swift satisfaction. Combined with the other person’s frequent attempts to escape, it dragged out all the ruthless, dark obsession hidden in Yun Rong’s heart. She reached out to pin down her prey, bared her sharp canine teeth, and pierced the place where the floral fragrance was most rich.

The pain at the back of her neck brought a shred of Sheng Yinglan’s rationality back to her. Amidst the thousands of flowing thoughts, she only managed to catch a single, faint realization—wasn’t the original body owner supposed to be an Alpha? How could she still get her neck bitten by an Omega?