Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 118: Hey—Don’t Cry Like That, Emily
Emily sat hunched in her wheelchair in the sterile waiting area, cheeks still flaming crimson from the mortifying exam with Dr. Ana.
She hadn’t anticipated those gloved fingers probing her most intimate places—clinical or not, the slick betrayal of her omega body lingered like a fresh wound, heat pooling unbidden at the memory.
And pheromone therapy? Heat stimulation with all her alphas present? Dread knotted her gut tight, yet a traitorous thrill flickered too—curvier hips, fuller breasts, more beautiful, fully omega.
Reyes had stepped out to grab her test results, leaving her alone with her humiliation, milky white hands trembling faintly as she reached for her water bottle, arms aching from post-physio weakness.
The cap slipped from her weakened grip mid-lift, the bottle tumbling with a sharp plasticky clatter across the scuffed linoleum floor, spinning erratically before rolling straight into a pair of polished designer boots—black leather gleaming under the harsh fluorescents.
Emily froze, heart plummeting to her stomach, breath catching sharp.
"Sorry, can you please give me the bottle?" she called softly, voice small and wavering, not daring to look up yet, raven waves curtaining her flushed face like a shield.
When she finally did, shock iced her veins, turning her blood to slush. Lily loomed there, porcelain skin flawless and luminous under the harsh lights, orange waves cascading in artful, fiery loops over one shoulder, her blank eyes fixed on Emily like a predator sizing up wounded, trembling prey.
No warmth, no flicker of mercy—just cold, dissecting assessment that pinned Emily in place.
Emily hesitated long, gaze dropping instantly to her lap, twisting her fingers raw in her skirt until knuckles blanched white.
She hadn’t expected Lily to even acknowledge her—let alone stoop to picking it up. The air thickened with tension, the empty hall echoing their shallow breaths.
"Why do I see you everywhere nowadays?" Lily drawled slow, voice silk woven with venom as she nudged the bottle with her designer toe, sending it wobbling. "The woman who hides her gender. The omega parading as an alpha—fooling no one but yourself."
Emily flinched hard, a visceral jerk that rattled her wheelchair wheels, emerald eyes stinging hot as tears pricked unbidden. But she kept her head down, raven waves spilling wild to veil her burning cheeks.
"What do you want?" she whispered, voice cracking fragile, barely audible over the distant hum of the AC.
"Why are you here? That’s what I want." Lily’s full lips curved into a cruel, lopsided smirk, eyes narrowing as she scanned the deserted hall—no witnesses, no interruptions.
"It’s a hospital," Emily muttered defensively, shoulders hunching inward, body tensing under her blouse as if to make herself smaller.
Lily’s smirk deepened, predatory delight flashing. She kicked the bottle lightly like a football—rolling it back and forth under her heel with deliberate taunts, the plastic crinkling mockingly with each nudge.
The rhythmic sound grated Emily’s frayed nerves like nails on chalkboard.
"That’s my bottle," she protested weakly, hands twitching forward instinctively but arms too feeble to reach, fingers curling empty air.
"I know." Lily’s eyes gleamed feral now, foot pinning the bottle flat, grinding it slowly against the floor as orange waves caught the light like flickering flames.
"Don’t play with it," Emily pleaded, voice pitching desperate, gaze flicking up just once—pleading, broken—before dropping again.
"What can you do if I play with it?" Lily taunted, spinning it in lazy, taunting circles with her toe, her posture imperial, unhurried. "Go on, alpha. Fetch."
"Nothing," Emily admitted through gritted teeth, throat constricting tight, staring helplessly at her useless legs draped limp over the footrests like dead weight—mocking her paralysis.
She fell silent then, lips pressed thin, praying silently for Lily to tire of the game, to vanish like smoke. Just go. Please.
"By the way, why are you in a wheelchair?" Lily pressed on, crouching fluid and graceful to snatch the bottle up, holding it just out of reach—dangling it like bait for a trapped animal.
Emily hesitated long, fresh humiliation scorching hotter than the exam room intrusion, cheeks blazing rose.
"I’m paralyzed," she finally breathed, voice barely a whisper, eyes fixed on her lap.
"Are you acting?" Lily scoffed outright, straightening with a laugh sharp as shattered glass, echoing off the empty walls.
"I’m not acting!" Emily snapped back, emerald fire flashing brief through gathering tears, voice raw. "It’s real—Karimoike toxins from suppressants. Happy now?"
"Well, you can’t act at all. You’re a fool, you know that." Lily dangled the bottle teasingly higher, stepping closer with swaying hips—Emily’s shaky hand lifted hopeful, reaching tentative, but Lily yanked it back with a predatory grin, golden eyes alight. "Pathetic little fraud."
"Why are you bullying me like this?" Emily’s voice shattered fully now, hot tears spilling unchecked down her milky cheeks, carving glistening paths. "Look, I’m not stalking you anymore. I’m not disturbing you! I even sent those gifts as thanks for saving me!"
Lily shrugged elegant, unrepentant, tossing the bottle hand to hand like a toy. "Well, I’m bored. You troubled me a lot before—think of it as payback." Casual cruelty dripped from every word, her porcelain features sharpening with amusement.
"You’re not a good person," Emily choked out, plump lips trembling violently, full breasts heaving with ragged sobs.
"That’s true," Lily agreed coolly, eyes glinting dark triumph, unflinching.
Tears carved fresh, relentless paths over Emily’s blotchy, flushed face; she swiped at them angrily with shaky palms, her petite frame wracked with silent heaves. Lily was pure venom incarnate—this proved it beyond doubt.
Why was she subjected to this endless, senseless torment? Villainess past or not, she just wanted peace, a quiet life.
"You won’t fight me? I have your bottle." Lily waved it taunting under her nose, voice lilting mocking.
"Take it," Emily whispered utterly defeated, shoulders slumping boneless, head bowing in total surrender—broken doll in a chair.
"You’re no fun. Your limp legs can’t work?" Lily sneered, kicking the wheelchair’s front wheel lightly—thunk—jolting Emily.
"Limp legs don’t work!" Emily bit back one last time, voice raw with pure frustration, tears streaming free.
"What if I do this?" With a casual, underhand flick, Lily lobbed the bottle into a nearby trash bin—plastic thudding heavy amid crumpled papers and coffee cups, faint water sloshing inside like a final insult.
Emily stared, mouth agape in stunned silence, then crumpled inward—tears erupting in a flood now, silent sobs wracking her petite frame violently. She looked utterly pitiful.
Her raven waves messy emerald eyes swollen red-rimmed, milky skin splotchy and tear-streaked, wheelchair her cruel, mocking prison.
Lily froze mid-smirk, expression faltering sharp—expression cracking faintly. She’d seen Emily cry before, that explosive confrontation with the cat costume, but this... raw, unfiltered brokenness.
No theatrics, just pure defeat.
Guilt twisted unexpected and vicious in her chest—sharp, unfamiliar, clawing deep. Every guilty pang, unfamiliar acid churning. Emily’s departing figure wheeled away with desperate, straining arms—pushing hard despite feeble strength.
"Hey—don’t cry like that," Lily called after her, half-heartedly at first, voice losing its venomous edge, cracking uncertain. But Emily didn’t stop, didn’t turn, vanishing around the sterile corner with a faint squeak of wheels. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
Lily stood alone then, waves stirring faint in the cold AC draft, eyes locked on the overflowing trash bin. What the hell was that pang? Regret? Pity? For an omega she despised?
She shook it off hard, jaw ticking, but the image burned persistent—then she turned sharply, striding away, guilt shadowing her exit.
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Note: Hello everyone, I hope you are all doing fine. So, with heavy heart I am informing you about the discontinuation of this novel.
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