Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 101: None of Us Deserve Her

Emily cried herself into an exhausted sleep, her plush frame shuddering with final hitched sobs, milky white cheeks-streaked tear-glistened, raven ponytail splayed wild across the pillow.

Reyes scooped her up gentle from Hellen’s lap—gloved arms cradling secure, cedar-steel pheromones blooming soft as she carried Emily upstairs to her sunlit bedroom, easing her onto silk sheets with reverent care.

She tucked the downy blanket snug around her limp legs, propping pillows like a protective nest on all sides to prevent rolls, brushing a loose raven strand from her peaceful face.

"You know, Emily," Reyes whispered hoarse to the sleeping form, eyes raw under her cap brim, scarred jaw softening rare, "I never thought I’d love someone like this—deep, consuming. Never... you drag everything out of me, light in my dark."

Emily always stirred Reyes’s emotions without even trying, bringing out her caring and protective part out.

Her gloved fingers rubbed Emily’s milky cheek feather-light, thumb tracing full lips before leaning down—stealing a light kiss that deepened possessively.

Lips sealed soft at first, then sucking gentle her lower pout, tongue slipping velvet past parted teeth to dance slow and thorough inside—tasting salt tears and hibiscus-strawberry sweetness, coaxing a faint, unconscious sigh from Emily’s throat.

Reyes pulled back reluctant, straightening to press chaste kisses to her forehead—warm and lingering—then the cute button nose, gaze memorizing every corner of Emily’s face.

With a final, aching look, she slipped out quiet, door clicking soft.

Downstairs in the shadowed living room, Hellen’s glare pinned Reyes like daggers the moment she entered, blonde ponytail taut aggressive. "Did you do anything despicable to Emily while we weren’t looking?"

"Do you think I’m like you—sneaky?" Reyes shot back cool, brogues thudding as she crossed to the sofa. Would she say that she stole a kiss? Never.

"You’re not exactly a model person," Ivory drawled from her armchair, curvaceous frame sprawled, tailored shirt unbuttoned casual. "You two attacked Kien and Felix, right? Beat them bloody for touching her."

Hellen stayed silent at first, her jaw clenched tight with barely hidden tension, blonde ponytail perfectly still as she gripped her phone like an anchor—but Reyes raised a sceptical brow, her gray eyes steady and unyielding under the brim of her baseball cap.

"What proof do you have, cop? Hunches aren’t evidence—they don’t hold up."

"What if we did attack them? Are you recoding our conversation?" Hellen asked.

"No, I am not. I was just curious."

"Curious?"

"Nothing concrete—just my gut feeling," Ivory replied with a knowing smirk, leaning back casually in her armchair, her eyes sharp and assessing. "You two would break anyone who hurt Emily without a second thought, then hide it so well she’d never find out."

"You’re throwing accusations around like confetti, Captain Ivory Hughes," Reyes said low and controlled, her fists tightening inside her gloves until the material creaked softly. "I was a soldier—trained from day one to handle threats fast and clean."

"A soldier who got court-martialled for losing control," Ivory shot back calmly but firmly, sitting up a little straighter, her suit shirt pulling tight across her broad shoulders.

"What does that go to do with all this?"

"Everything. You took out a whole convoy—50 soldiers from one of our allied countries—just to get your target. No trials, no mercy. You just... execute."

"How do you even know classified info like that?"

"I’ve looked into it—dug where I needed to... so, I know all this," Hellen said casually, still scrolling through her phone without bothering to look up, her eyes flicking over the screen indifferently.

"What about you?"

"I won’t tell you my source, will I?"

"Tch!"

Ivory leaned in closer now, her voice smooth but pointed, carrying that predatory edge.

She said, "You’re full of secrets, Reyes—no room for mercy in your world. What about your mother and brother? Why’d they leave you behind, cut all ties?"

Reyes went completely still, her powerful frame rigid as stone, tension radiating off her like heat from a coiled spring, the cap brim hiding the storm in her gaze.

"Reyes killed her father," Hellen said plainly and without emotion, her eyes still fixed on her phone screen like she was discussing the weather. "It was justified—he was a rapist who preyed on omegas, including her mom. But that doesn’t make her right for Emily. Too much baggage."

Ivory turned her attention to Hellen, her gaze sharpening to a laser focus, brown eyes boring in. "Really? Your parents ’died in an accident’—car crash, official story. Five years later, 18 family members gone in a mysterious fire, another 9 missing without a trace—no bodies, no leads."

Reyes let out a dark, bitter laugh, short and rough. "You are also unfit for Emily."

"And you, Captain? A corrupt cop through and through?" Hellen asked, finally pocketing her phone with a small smile, crossing her arms as her ponytail flipped slightly.

"I take from the bad guys—pocket change to fund catching bigger ones," Ivory said without a hint of regret, her full lips quirking in defiance. "Justice doesn’t come free."

"Dirty tricks every time—that’s your signature," Reyes muttered, leaning back with her arms crossed, her tone dismissive.

"Am I playing dirty with Viktor right now?" Ivory pushed back, her brown eyes daring them to argue.

"Your brother, the cop—killed in a ’routine shootout,’" Hellen said coolly, her ice-blue gaze unblinking. "You tracked his killer down, skinned him alive nice and slow, then melted him in acid."

Ivory smiled faintly, completely unfazed. "You’ve done your homework—thorough work, for civilians."

"None of us deserve Emily—she’s too good, too pure for our kind," Reyes said quietly, slumping a bit deeper into her chair with a heavy sigh, her gloved fingers drumming restless on the armrest.

"So you’d let her end up with some nice, normal alpha—like a sweet elementary school teacher?" Ivory asked dryly, a mocking edge to her voice.

"I’d end them quick," Reyes replied flat and matter-of-fact.

"We all would," Hellen agreed, her voice laced with venom.

"Emily thinks we’re decent people," Hellen went on, her tone rawer now. "She doesn’t see the dark parts, the stains. I’m selfish—I need her light in my life to keep going."

"She’s my what-if," Reyes said softly, her voice cracking just a fraction.

"We drag her down just by being near," Ivory added thoughtfully, rolling an unlit cigar between her fingers. "But leaving her? Impossible. We’re all hooked on her—her kindness, her glow."

"You two have no family left," Ivory noted casually, her eyes still sharp.

"My family has left me," Reyes snarled.

"Neither do you," Hellen shot back without missing a beat. "Your whole family is dead, Ivory."

Ivory pulled a fresh cigar from her pocket, lighting it slowly and deliberately—the flame casting flickering shadows across her face, cherry embers glowing as she stood to her full height. "When Emily picks one of us, the others step aside—or worse. Clean and final."

"If I take you both out first?" Hellen said, rising fluidly to her feet, her eyes blazing.

"After this is done, you’re both gone," Reyes said coldly, turning toward the kitchen without a backward glance, her brogues thudding steadily on the floor.

Ivory shook her head with a wry expression, thick cigar smoke curling lazily as she headed out through the doors—their rivalry simmering hot just beneath the fragile truce, dark loves circling tight around their shared sun.

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