Chapter 38

Transmigration Diary 38
Wen Shiyu’s phone rang—Cefalina—
Charlotte gestured hard—stick to script—
Low:“Yes—hospital—fine—don’t worry.”
“Hospital name? Uh—I didn’t notice.”
“Drive time?”
“About…… an hour.”
“Okay—I know.”
Charlotte slumped—relief—pat chest—
Wen Shiyu—busy tone—strange hollow—
Wanted more of her voice—even nothing words—
Dependency scared her—shook head—
Laptop—email professor for slides—
Charlotte like a cat—always in view—
Rose heavy—waves—
At first endured—
Maybe normal here—pheromones everywhere—
Peach and rose—no big deal—
Longer—irritation—
Charlotte on the sofa—over her screen—
“Charlotte—” stopped typing—“What are you doing?”
Charlotte pouted—ignored too long—
“You’re the one—stop boring stuff—practice with me.”
“Practice what?”
Closer—gold eyes blink—“When Cefalina comes—how will you force-mark me?”
Frozen—lean back—“……No need to practice?”
“Why not?” Brow up—“Do you even know how Alphas mark Omegas?”
Hesitate—embarrassed—
Eyes huge—“What—you and Cefalina already did?”
Evasive—no answer—Charlotte flared—
Lunged—grabbed wrist—“Quick—throw me down!”
Push—“No.”
“No?” Shoving—chair struggle—
“Must—or failure’s on you.”
“Let go—”
“Down now!”
Charlotte pressing—Wen Shiyu toppled—both on the rug—
Charlotte above—Wen Shiyu clutching forehead—gasping—sweat—hard to breathe—
Pause—understanding—
“Awful? Dizzier—hot—fire inside?”
Presentation starting—
Nose at her nape—“Don’t know your scent yet—try releasing a little—”
Turned away—“Charlotte—get up—you’re heavy—I want to vomit.”
Not heavy!
Ignored—sniffing harder—
Faint clean bitter-fresh—sweet through rose—
Grapefruit? Clean—leaf bite—fruit flesh—not loud—penetrating—
Charlotte stirred—liked it—
Grapefruit cut cloying Omega sweetness without crushing—gentle lover—
Sniffing—Wen Shiyu shoved hard—dry heave on the floor—
“Ugh!”
Charlotte red—rejected?
Almost angry—pulled her up—“Fine—no practice—bed—rest.”
Staggered to bedroom—door shut—click—in Charlotte’s face—
Hmph—“Keys are mine.”
Hours later—key—quiet open—
Dim—curtain crack—
Wen Shiyu ball in blankets—still—
“Wen Shiyu—dinner?”
No response—
Pulled blanket—tight—gap—
Grapefruit drift—face inside—red—tear tracks—
Awake or fog—curled tighter—nasal—“So bad…… I want Cefalina.”
Charlotte wide—rut—crying—
Why Cefalina?
“I’m Omega too.” Close—
One look—turned—back to Charlotte—blanket over head—
“So bad—”
Struck—“Face me!”
Tug war—cocoon—
Close fight—grapefruit clearer—
Charlotte slowed—heartbeat wrong—cheeks hot—legs weak—
Scent better than expected—concentration—
Assumed low rank—she would dominate—
Opposite? Not inferior—maybe high rank?
Overestimated herself?
“Cefalina—” muffled hurt—
“No seeing her.” Angry snap—
“Plan—make her hate you.”
Silence—more hurt—
“But I don’t…… want her to hate me—”
Cannot reason with rut Alpha—
Baby voice—
“No Cefalina—look at me—isn’t my scent nice?”
Joke turned real—cheeks burning—
Pushed—stood—still wrapped in blanket—
“I want Cefalina.”
Bad leg ignored—bed to door—
Charlotte blocked—“Stop! Wen Shiyu!”
Engine died outside—
Cefalina came—
Vague story—Charlotte’s nearby property—timing fit—no more calls—worry won—
Doorbell—no answer—
Side window—curtain gap—
Charlotte wrestling a blanket—no—Wen Shiyu on the rug—
“??”
Window tap—
Both jolted—Charlotte saw Cefalina—jumped off—
Blanket Wen Shiyu—eyes bright—blanket flung—stumbled to window—pushed open—
“Cefalina!”
Cat-face tears—bright eyes—grapefruit pouring—Cefalina frozen—
Half out—hugged Cefalina—
Both fell on soft lawn—
“Wen Shiyu—your leg—”
“Cefalina—” tight hold—hot cheek in her neck—deep breath of peach—
Cefalina red—
Never this openly clingy—what happened?
Then the new scent—bitter-fresh—sweet aftertaste—different—heart skip—face hot—
Charlotte at window frantic—“She—pheromones—seduced me—all Wen Shiyu—seduced—”
“……What?”
Large dog satisfied on her—realization—
Wen Shiyu in rut?
Alpha rut rare—passive—no Omega maybe once a year—
But beloved or high-match Omega—can trigger early—instant—
Charlotte never expected—Cefalina angry first—
“You went into rut because of Charlotte?”
How—
All their intimacy—never this—
Oh—match score trash—
Sulking—does Wen Shiyu like Charlotte—Charlotte said seduction—
If not love—if not for love she touched her—
How forgive?
Cannot accept—shoved—“Explain—what is this?”
Wen Shiyu foggy—recognized Cefalina—wet eyes—cheek kiss—hunting lips—
“Wen Shiyu.” Face scarlet—dodging—
Cannot soften yet—
“Stop—explain first—”
Still chasing kiss—
Complex—glance Charlotte—“Get Alpha suppressants.”
Charlotte flushed too—watching—envy?
“?”
Deeper doubt—“Charlotte—you leave first.”
“Huh?”
“You said you were forced?”
“I…… yes.” Stuck.
“Go then.” Lift Wen Shiyu—
“Suppressants—I’ll send for—clear this later—”
“No.” Grit—“I’m worried—you alone with her—”
Grapefruit thicker—Cefalina dizzy—legs weak—heartbeat—scent different from before—no time—
Must look unaffected before Charlotte—too shameful—
“Do you have suppressants at home?”
“……Yes.” Turned to fetch—
“Cefalina—” Wen Shiyu did not want her talking—hot breath at her ear—
Ear blood-red—no—cannot forgive for pitiful cling—
Stay clear—
Nose nuzzling—cheek to lip corner—kiss—clung like good food—
“Smells good—”
Dodge—held by the back of her head—lips sealed—dizzy—soft all over—
God—she had to lock Wen Shiyu up!