Jing Yuran had just finished ranting about a trashy Alpha novel that had recently become a hit when she choked to death on a sip of cold water and landed a transmigration-into-a-book bonus package.
Jing Yuran: ...I'll just laugh it off. (Bitterly)
Transmigrating into a book was one thing... but why did she have to land right at the moment she was drugging the heroine? Was this deliberate or what?!
Looking at the heroine lying on the bed, her face flushed as she panted with desire,
Jing Yuran froze. Then she caught a faint, cool, pleasant fragrance winding its way toward her.
Oh no, oh no. Was she about to feel her teeth itching, and then do this and that?
Wait, why did something feel... off?
A faint pink gradually spread across Jing Yuran's fair face. A wave of heat surged up from within and swept over her entire body.
The cool, faint fragrance turned into biting frost, pressing down on her with an overwhelming force.
The moment the pheromones covered her gland, Jing Yuran let out an involuntary moan and went limp.
The supposedly "weak and pitiful" heroine slowly opened her eyes and looked at her.
Her pitch-black eyes were unfathomably deep, filled with dangerous, frenzied desire.
The moment fangs pierced her skin, Jing Yuran couldn't hold back her whimpering pleas. All she got in return was an even more fervent taking from the woman.
On her very first day as a scumbag Alpha, Jing Yuran was marked by the heroine, an Omega who had undergone secondary differentiation into an Alpha.
After three days of burning fever, Jing Yuran woke up to hear the doctor tell her that she had somehow become a top-tier Omega?!
And her pheromones had mutated, attracting everyone, no matter their ABO designation.
From then on, everyone began treating her differently.
Her Alpha aunt, who had always looked down on her, began giving her increasingly strange looks.
The elite Beta woman her father had assigned to help her manage the company would sometimes bend over, deliberately showing off her graceful curves.
The Omegas she'd dumped in the past also started coming around, pretending to run into her by chance.
Even the online commenters who'd cursed her mercilessly became infatuated with her from the bottom of their hearts.
In the end, the only one to suffer was Jing Yuran, pinned against a floor-to-ceiling window and possessed without restraint by a woman driven mad with jealousy.
The woman's cool voice turned husky, edged with danger and cruelty. "You're mine."
"...Do I have to cover you from head to toe, inside and out, with my scent, before people stop coveting you?"
Jing Yuran was on the verge of tears. "Is it my fault I'm too irresistible?"
Theme: Believe in yourself