Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 104: Hellen Has Seen Everything!

I soaked in the steaming tub, hot water lapping soothing at my milky white skin, seeping deep into weary bones and tense muscles—sighing long and content as dialysis loomed later for this day, faint lavender bubbles popping around my curves, emerald eyes half-lidded in rare bliss.

Loose raven waves floated damp and heavy around my shoulders like dark silk, steam curling lazy in the marble bathroom’s golden light.

I am an omega, and I still can’t believe that. But I am happy that I am not a eunuch. I guess, whatever that was coming out of my pussy was real. Then again, this would explain why there was a constant heat in my core whenever I was near the alphas, especially the ones that I know of.

For some time, I have been thinking that I am the new heroine of this world, replacing Lily. Also, both are names are quite similar, aren’t they? Homonyms. Like her, I have a bunch of alphas who like me. So, is Lily my rival now? Honestly, I want to stay away from her after the humiliation that she subjected me to.

Suddenly, I saw Hellen looking at me with hungry eyes. It was as if I was a lamb that was going to be eaten by a wolf, who had been observing since the morning like in those animal documentaries.

"Hellen, c-can y-you g-go a-away? I-I’m f-feeling s-so e-embarrassed..." I stammered shy and stuttering, plush curves half-submerged pink from heat, my breasts buoyant above fragrant foam, nipples peeking faint.

I have been feeling utterly shy under her gaze. Okay, calm down! Or else, my thighs will be covered with slick again.

"Emily, I can’t leave you alone—not with your legs still weak and useless," Hellen replied firm but infinitely gentle, her blonde ponytail swaying graceful as she knelt beside the clawfoot tub, eyes softening tender, sleeves rolled up on her powerful arms revealing toned forearms.

"But I’m naked down here—completely!" I squeaked high, cheeks flaming vivid rose, hands splashing water defensive in futile modesty.

"Don’t say anything—just relax and let me take care of you." Her callused fingers worked shampoo into my raven waves with expert gentle, massaging my scalp rhythmic and perfect.

Her nails grazing exact pressure points that melted tension, thick suds foaming creamy under her touch, honey-citrus scent mingling steam.

A soft, involuntary moan spilled unbidden from my full lips—pure bliss escaping raw—both hands slapping over my mouth mortified instant, emerald eyes flying wide in horror.

"Are you liking it that much, princess?" Hellen teased low and husky, her honey-citrus blooming closer intimate, thumbs circling my temples in slow, hypnotic swirls.

I nodded mute and mesmerized, cheeks burning hotter crimson, body melting boneless further into her devoted care.

She rinsed thorough and luxurious—warm water cascading from a handheld shower like rain, massaging suds away till my raven hair gleamed—before scooping me bridal-strong from the tub in one fluid motion, my naked, dripping body pressing slick and intimate against her clothed front.

My breasts squishing soft and yielding to her dampening shirt, hardened nipples dragging teasing trails over fabric, thickened thighs sliding warm against her hips, jasmine-hibiscus-strawberry scent mingling wet and heady.

"Sorry... I’m wetting your shirt all over," I mumbled mortified, blushing nuclear across milky face.

"It’s fine—I love wearing you like this, every drop." Holding my plush weight effortless in one muscled arm like I was featherlight, she wrapped a massive fluffy towel around me secure—tucking it modest over my curves from shoulders to knees—before easing me onto the king bed’s silk sheets, covering me head-to-toe like a cozy burrito, only my flushed, glistening face peeking out sheepish.

"There you go, Emily. Are you happy now?"

"You have already seen everything!"

"That’s true."

"Shut up!"

"Your nails are getting long again—gonna scratch that pretty skin soon," she noted affectionate, fetching silver clippers and pink polish from the vanity. Is she changing the topic?

"I’ll cut them later myself," I protested weak and sleepy.

"No, let me—hold still, good girl." Clippers snipped precise and careful, shaping each nail into neat, elegant ovals—thumbs, fingers, even toes peeking from towel.

"But... I can manage..."

"Emily, let me spoil you properly." She polished next—brushing soft pink lacquer gleaming fresh and feminine on each nail bed, blowing gentle warm breaths to set it quick. "Do you like the colour? It looks pretty on you."

"Yes... so pretty, thank you," I smiled shy and genuine, flexing fingers to admire the glossy shine catching light.

After drying my hair luxurious—hairdryer humming steady warm blasts through raven waves till they bounced glossy and voluminous.

She peeled the towel slow from my head first, finger-combing tangles free, then tugged the body one away deliberate—leaving me naked again on cool sheets, hands flying instinctive modest: one arm crossing tight over my breasts—nipples peeking defiant rosy, the other cupping my bare pussy protectively.

"Why are you covering them up? I’ve seen it all before, princess—beautiful every inch," Hellen chuckled warm and teasing. "You know that, don’t you? Your words made it clear."

"Shut up!" I blushed tomato-red violent, blood rushing hot to my face and chest, emerald eyes squeezing shut mortified. "I know it’s useless, but I will cover myself!"

"Well, both are pink—very pink and ripe-looking, like forbidden fruit begging a taste." Her eyes twinkled pure mischief. Why did she have to say that?!

"Can you stop teasing me already?!" I whined high-pitched, squirming bare and flustered on the sheets, maxi dress forgotten nearby.

Hellen laughed rich and throaty, grabbing the flowing floral maxi dress—light chiffon whispering airy as she slipped it over my head gentle and reverent, fabric draping elegant waves over my body, acting like my second skin.

Scooping me up secure once more, she carried me downstairs—my arms looping shy around her strong neck, face nuzzling deep into her shoulder for comfort.

"When will we go to the hospital for dialysis?"

"Soon, princess."

"I am not a princess!"

"Then, should I call you ’kitty?’ Emily—my cute, little, and shy cat."

"No!"

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