Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 107: My First Physio Session

Yesterday left Emily confused—waking to find her clothes changed, a fresh sleep shirt and white lace panties fitting snug against her skin, her pussy faintly sore but the room cool from the AC.

At first, she thought that she experienced her heat for the second time. But it didn’t feel like one—her pussy was fully wet when she woke up—which confused her.

’Did someone change my clothes?’

Emily knew that except the alphas in the house—no one could even dare to change her clothes.

When she asked shyly at breakfast, Ivory explained simply, "You were sweaty from the heatwave, so I changed you to keep you comfortable and dry." Why the panties too? Emily blushed hard across her cheeks, heart fluttering, but stayed quiet, her emerald eyes darting away embarrassed.

Emily wanted to cry because all of her privacy was gone. The three alphas had already seen her completely naked, making her blush by discussing her body parts with her.

Wait.

Did she got wet because of Ivory? It was plausible as her chilli-scented pheromones must have affected her.

At the table, Hellen and Reyes shot Ivory sharp glares—Hellen’s ice-blue eyes narrowing jealous, Reyes’ gray ones flashing warning under her cap—but they said nothing, the air thick with unspoken tension.

Now, Emily was going to have her first physio session. Expectations were there, but results were still uncertain. But she made herself focus on the task in front of her.

"Emily, time for your first physio session—an easy start to wake up those legs," said Mia, the cheerful beta therapist in light blue scrubs, her ponytail bouncing as she smiled encouragingly, clipboard in hand.

"Mia, will I do okay?"

"Of course, you will!" Then, Mia turned towards the three stern alphas. "But it would be better if we do this without anyone looking at us. Highly beneficial for your confidence." Those alphas were really scary, her heart almost burst when the blonde-haired woman glared.

"You three have to leave! I want to do this with Mia!"

"We can’t leave you alone!"

"Hellen, change your hairstyle first—my eyes are getting tired." These words made Hellen pale, while Reyes and Ivory laughed.

"Ivory, go and catch some thieves!"

"Thieves?"

"Reyes, go and clean the house!"

"House?" This time the other two stopped laughing as the three alphas paled, looking hurt. They thought the raven-haired omega didn’t want them anymore.

Emily sent the three alphas out firmly, cheeks pink. "I need privacy—it’s embarrassing enough already."

The door clicked shut on their reluctant faces, worry lingering in their eyes.

In the mansion’s sunny therapy room, she wore a black sports bra fitting close over her chest, loose gray sweatpants bunching at her limp ankles—raven hair pulled into a high ponytail, pink-polished nails tapping nervously on the wheelchair arms.

Mia smiled kindly, rolling out thick blue mats on the hardwood floor, setting up waist-high parallel bars and colourful resistance bands nearby. "We’ll go slow today—check your range of motion and build strength bit by bit. The toxins are clearing, so your nerves will follow soon. Sit up straight first—good posture helps."

Emily nodded determined, wheeling to the mat edge. "Okay... let’s do this." Mia helped her onto it carefully, pillows propping her back, legs flat and motionless. "They feel completely dead still... it’s scary, like they’re not mine anymore."

"Common after paralysis like yours—up to three months, and you’ll walk again," Mia reassured, kneeling to test passive range on the right leg—lifting it slow and steady, bending the knee to 90 degrees with no pain, then circling the ankle clockwise and counter. "Good flexibility—no spasticity yet. Hamstrings a bit tight; just breathe through the stretch."

Emily felt a slight pull, toes curling faintly, pink polish catching light. "That tingles a little." The left leg mirrored—quads twitching just a tiny bit, the first faint hint of life. "Did you see that? It moved!"

"A small quiver—promising, but early. Sometimes, it’s just a reflex," Mia said. "Now try lifting your thigh yourself." She placed Emily’s hands under her knee for support.

Emily squeezed her eyes shut, willing every ounce of focus—nothing happened, leg stayed flat.

"Nothing happened?"

"It’s okay—no movement yet. Nerves need more time to reconnect. Don’t push too hard."

Sweat dotted Emily’s forehead already, her sports bra sticking slightly to her skin. "Frustrating... I want to feel something."

Mia tied a light-yellow resistance band around one ankle. "Push your foot up against it, five times slow. Focus on the top of your foot."

Emily strained, toes pushing valiant, but her shin barely lifted—no burn, just pure effort. "Nothing... ugh."

"You’re trying great—that’s half the battle," Mia encouraged. Parallel bars next—sturdy waist-high uprights. Mia positioned the wheelchair between them, helping Emily grip the padded rails, her pink nails turning white from pressure.

"I still feel nothing, Mia."

"Put weight on your arms, lift your hips a little—try small steps forward. I’ll support you fully."

Emily’s arms shook badly holding her weight—shoulders and triceps aching sharp—but her hips didn’t budge an inch, legs dragging like dead weight. "Can’t... arms shaking too much, legs won’t move at all!"

"Expected this early—nerves aren’t ready yet," Mia said calmly, steadying her waist. They tried five reps each direction—sweat slicking Emily’s flushed pale skin, ponytail loosening with stray raven strands, breaths coming heavy and ragged—ending with seated calf raises—heels lifting off a low block 10 times slow.

Her legs didn’t twitch even for once. "Good effort—builds endurance even without motion."

An hour later, Emily slumped back tired and sore, muscles aching from the strain, low haemoglobin making every movement drag worse. "I felt almost nothing really... will I walk soon? Be honest."

"Daily sessions like this? Yes, but progress takes weeks, not days—no rush, your body’s healing," Mia said, high-fiving her gently. "You’re stronger than you think."

"But—"

"Emily, your body is still too weak. Your haemoglobin level is making it difficult—so, the progress will be slow, but not impossible. Are you taking your meds?"

"Yes, I am."

"Injections? I have heard that you are scared of them."

"I am, but I have been taking them—it hurts like hell."

"Good. Let’s try tomorrow again, okay?"

"Thank you, Mia."