After Transmigrating as the Scumbag Alpha Supporting Character, I Captured the Female Lead (GL) - Chapter 10

Late at night.

Rong Yang lay motionless in her study, eyes tightly shut, her slender fingers lightly tapping the tabletop.

“Princess, Princess!” Urgent, piercing shouts came from outside.

Rong Yang slowly opened her eyes, her voice raspy: “Come in.”

“Princess, the Princess Consort’s heat has arrived. No one else can get near her; we must ask you to go over.” Imperial Physician Li was breathing unevenly, clearly having run there in a great hurry.

Rong Yang was dazed, not quite processing the words: “Say that again.”

Imperial Physician Li took a deep breath, steadied her mind, and said word by word: “Princess, the Princess Consort’s heat has started. No one dares to approach.”

“What heat?”

Wait… heat!

Rong Yang’s breath hitched.

Those words were both foreign and familiar, jolting Rong Yang completely awake. She had almost forgotten that in this world, Kunze (Omegas) and Qianyuan (Alphas) have two “periods” a year—times when their desires become uncontrollable.

She practically sprinted toward Fanghua Palace, with Imperial Physician Li hurrying behind her.

The doors to Fanghua Palace were tightly shut, but Rong Yang could already catch a faint scent of jasmine. It was light, yet she captured it instantly. The fragrance was exceptionally sweet and floral, pulling at one’s very soul.

“Princess, the servants of Fanghua Palace have been cleared out by Chunxi. Currently, only the Princess Consort and the unconscious Lanxin are inside.”

Imperial Physician Li pushed the doors open.

The scent grew increasingly potent. Rong Yang felt as though she were being physically enveloped by the aroma. It was trying to take total possession of her. At that moment, her heart began to beat violently with an extreme, sudden craving.

She wanted more.

She wanted to get closer to the source of that scent.

The thick pheromones wrapped around her, tightening their hold. Her body gradually heated up, and her head began to swim instinctively as she sought the source.

“Princess! Princess!” Because Imperial Physician Li was a Zhongyong (Beta), the scent had no effect on her. Her shouts brought Rong Yang back to a semblance of clarity.

Rong Yang blinked. What is happening to me?

She then remembered this was the world of the book. In this setting, an Alpha is naturally and powerfully attracted to an Omega’s pheromones.

“Imperial Physician Li, what should I do now?” Rong Yang suppressed her emotions, her voice low and husky.

“Princess, these are suppression pills. Take one first!” Imperial Physician Li hastily handed over a small medicine bottle.

“…Why didn’t you say so earlier!” Rong Yang shot her a glare.

“This subject is a Beta and momentarily forgot the Princess is an Alpha,” the physician replied sheepishly. “Also, this is a suppression patch. Please apply it to the back of your neck. The Princess Consort is a High-Grade Omega, and her pheromones are incredibly tempting to an Alpha. Once the patch is on, it will prevent your own pheromones from leaking out, reducing the impact on her.”

Rong Yang swallowed the pill, and her agitation slowly leveled off. After applying the patch, a cool sensation covered her heating glands.

“Princess, once you enter the bedchamber, you must first feed the Princess Consort the suppression pill. Once she calms down, apply a patch to her neck as well,” the physician urged.

Rong Yang took the bottle of pills. “There won’t be any danger to my life, will there?”

“You are an Alpha; you have a natural suppressive power over an Omega. Even if there is ‘danger,’ nothing bad will happen to you,” the physician said with a respectful smile, opening the bedchamber door and stepping aside.

Rong Yang stood there with her mouth agape, thinking she had misheard. What do you mean even if there’s danger, nothing will happen…

As the door opened, a wave of even more intense jasmine pheromones rushed out! Imperial Physician Li had already retreated outside the main hall, slamming the door shut behind Rong Yang.

…She certainly ran fast.

The bedchamber was pitch black. Why was even the nightlight out? Rong Yang instinctively held her breath and lit the nightlight. She then lit a few more wicks until the room was much brighter.

Lifting the thin layers of the bed curtain, she finally saw Su Yao. She was lying weakly on the bed, her body mostly drenched in sweat. Her damp clothes clung tightly to her, rendering the skin beneath semi-transparent.

Rong Yang instinctively closed her eyes.

But with her eyes closed, she couldn’t handle this mess. She had to open them. As she slowly approached, she noticed a faint metallic smell of blood mixed with the floral fragrance.

Rong Yang’s gaze scanned Su Yao’s body. On her left hand, wisps of blood were seeping out; there was a small, fresh wound on her arm.

What is this woman doing? Self-harm?

Hearing the movement, Su Yao lifted her head from her tangled, wet hair. Her face, as beautiful as a painting, was covered in a deep flush. Her snow-white skin had turned a soft pink, appearing like a piece of rose-colored jade, yet her expression remained distant and cold.

Su Yao’s face was pale, and the corners of her eyes were red, creating a fragile, peerless beauty. Seeing her bleeding left hand, Rong Yang casually tore a strip from her own clothing to wrap the wound and stop the bleeding.

“Get… out…”

The raspy voice was weak and lacked strength.

Rong Yang leaned down, reaching out to support her.

Su Yao closed her eyes wearily. “Get out. What did you come here for? I don’t want to see you…”

An Omega’s heat was a natural, inescapable cycle. The physical longing for an Alpha made Su Yao loathe herself.

Rong Yang, naturally, did not listen. She reached out to lift her up. Feeling her approach, Su Yao’s arms flailed blindly in the air, trying to push her away.

“Get… get… away from me!”

“Get away, you mad woman…”

The flailing hand was caught by a cool palm. The temperature of the skin Rong Yang touched scorched her slightly, like a spark threatening to set her on fire. She firmly grasped the arm, refusing to let go.

“Your heat has started,” Rong Yang reminded her coldly. “I have the suppression pills from the physician. You must take them now.”

“Would you really be so kind? Mad woman, don’t touch me!” The hatred in Su Yao’s eyes looked ready to consume Rong Yang whole.

Rong Yang: “……”

She scooped Su Yao up, propping her against her chest. Her right hand held Su Yao in a tight lock to stop her from struggling, while her other hand brought a suppression pill to Su Yao’s lips. Just as she was about to feed it to her, Su Yao struggled violently, and the pill slipped from Rong Yang’s fingers.

In the next instant, Rong Yang’s vision went dark as a sharp pain shot through her right hand.

It hurts!

Rong Yang let out a muffled groan. Su Yao had bitten the side of her hand with savage force; she could actually feel the teeth sinking into her flesh.

Pain, pain, pain, pain!

By reflex, Rong Yang shoved Su Yao back. The weak Su Yao fell back onto the center of the bed. Rong Yang’s brow furrowed in agony; she almost broke character.

Are you a dog?! That hurts like hell!

She looked up at Su Yao, whose eyes were entirely bloodshot—she looked possessed by a stubbornness that wouldn’t stop until her goal was reached.

“Drop your hypocritical act. Isn’t watching me suffer in agony through my heat your usual pleasure?” Su Yao’s lips, now stained with blood, looked even more vivid. “You think I’d believe you’re actually giving me a suppression pill?”

In the original book, every time Su Yao went through her heat during these past two years, she had to endure it through sheer willpower. The original Rong Yang never gave her medication; she would even lock her up to enjoy the sight of her struggling and collapsing in pain.

Su Yao would grit her teeth, fueling herself with hate for Rong Yang. When she began to lose herself to the heat, she would cut her own arm; the pain provided a momentary lapse of clarity.

Rong Yang’s gaze fell on Su Yao’s arm. She saw them now… row after row of hideous scars, usually hidden beneath her sleeves.

Rong Yang’s throat felt as if it were blocked by something. She didn’t know what to do, what to say, or if anything could be said.

Rong Yang lowered her gaze and crawled onto the bed. Using her body weight to pin down the struggling woman beneath her, she quickly placed another suppression pill in her own mouth. With one hand, she gripped Su Yao’s jaw to keep her still; with the other, she pinned her flailing arms.

In that atmosphere filled with cloying sweetness, she pressed down a kiss that held no affection.

Their breaths mingled, their teeth brushed, and she successfully transferred the suppression pill into Su Yao’s mouth.

The contact ended instantly.

Rong Yang looked at her in a panic, covering Su Yao’s mouth with her hand until she saw her swallow the pill.

She thought to herself: If I die, I die. At most it’s just death—it’s not like I haven’t died before.