Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 123: Do You Regularly Compare Them or Something?
After dragging myself home, exhausted and still buzzing from the day’s chaos, I waved Hellen off with a tired smile. Ivory approached immediately, her sharp eyes narrowing as she studied my flushed cheeks.
"Why is your face so red, Emily? You look like you’ve been running a marathon."
"Nothing," I lied quickly, my voice barely steady.
Can I really tell her I fingered myself in a haze of need and came hard, right there in the open, moaning Hellen’s name? Not to her—especially not after she pinned me in the bathtub last time, her hands everywhere, drawing out my release like it was hers to command.
They were invading my private space relentlessly, pushing boundaries with touches that lingered too long, whispers that made my skin heat. Explicit, unapologetic.
Should I be offended? Part of me screamed yes—they were alphas, dominant and presumptuous.
But I wasn’t.
Not really.
A traitorous thrill stirred instead. No, I am not an exhibitionist!
Am I liking this? Liking them?
It twisted me up inside. Now I questioned everything—Did I like women? Men? Or was it just this—their attention, their care, wrapping me in a cocoon of pampering that made the world feel safe and electric?
Biologically, it didn’t add up. Our genders were opposites in the classic sense, but omegas like me were wired differently.
Wait a minute.
Shouldn’t my predecessor have known? Reproductive biology and health were drilled into us in school—I remembered the diagrams, the lectures on heats, scents, bonds. I’d devoured those books as a teen, curious and a little scared.
So why did OG Emily act clueless?
This gnawed at me. Did she even realize she was an omega? If she did, why hide it? Why let herself get swept into this without a fight—or a warning?
Lost in thought, I sank onto Reyes’s lap as she pulled me close, her strong thighs warm beneath me.
She scooped up a spoonful of creamy dessert—something sweet and spiced, like cinnamon-laced custard—and fed it to me gently, her free hand tracing lazy circles on my back.
The intimacy grounded me, even as my mind raced.
"Ivory," Reyes growled low, her voice rumbling against my ear, "don’t you have work to do? Some alpha business to handle instead of hovering?"
Ivory crossed her arms, smirking, her posture all coiled power. "My work has nothing to do with you, Reyes. Keep your mouth shut unless you want me to shut it for you."
The door flew open then, and Hellen stormed in, her eyes flashing with that fierce protectiveness I was starting to crave. Wait, I meant—I liked.
"Why are you yapping like a pup, Ivory? Did your dick shrink from all that posturing, or what?"
My eyes widened in shock, heat flooding my face again. What the hell? When did sweet, composed Hellen start slinging barbs like a dockside brawler?
No, she was hooligan, but her language was sophisticated.
The shift thrilled and unnerved me—these women, my caretakers, revealing their raw edges.
"It’s your dick that’s shortened to a nub," Ivory fired back, stepping closer, the air thickening with their scents, musky and commanding. "And don’t talk like that in front of Emily."
I sighed heavily, rubbing my temples. "So, this is how you all really talk behind closed doors?"
Hah, I’ve been played from the start, haven’t I? Lulled by their gentle facades, only to sink deep into this mud pit of rivalry and desire. No escape now.
Another sigh escaped, heavy with my own foolish heart.
"Emily, ignore them," Hellen said, shooting glares at the others as she knelt beside us, her hand brushing my knee. "These two are just rude alphas, flexing for no reason. I need to talk to you—alone."
"Tch! Have you ever kissed anyone with that filthy mouth of yours?" Reyes snarled, her arm tightening possessively around my waist.
Hellen met her gaze without flinching, a sly smile curving her lips. "Yes. Emily."
The room froze.
"What the fuck!" Reyes exploded.
"What the fuck!" Ivory echoed, her jaw dropping.
I blushed furiously, my pulse thundering, caught between embarrassment and a spark of wicked curiosity. Kissed? When? And why did the thought make my omega instincts hum?
Hellen’s smirk deepened, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she leaned in closer. "What? Are you jealous?"
"Tch! I’ve kissed her too," Reyes snapped, her grip on my waist turning iron-tight, as if staking her claim right there.
"Me too!" Ivory growled, shoving forward a step, her fists clenched at her sides.
The three alphas locked eyes, the air crackling with jealousy—raw, angry stares laced with something darker, more primal.
Reyes’s lips curled into a snarl, her chest heaving; Ivory’s posture screamed challenge, shoulders squared like she was ready to lunge; Hellen just held her ground, that smirk unwavering, but her scent sharpened, flooding the room with possessive heat.
It was a standoff, each one silently daring the others to back down. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
I patted my lap, my blush burning hotter than ever, heart hammering against my ribs. Kissed me? All of them? Okay, yeah... Ivory too? When My omega side purred at the thought, craving their attention even as confusion swirled. Am I theirs to share like this? Or am I just... falling into it?
"Enough," I stammered finally, voice small but cutting through the tension like a knife. "You’re all acting like kids fighting over a toy. And I’m not—I’m right here."
They stilled, gazes snapping to me—Hellen’s ice-blue eyes narrowing, Reyes’s gray ones flashing under her cap, Ivory’s brown ones glinting with a mix of surprise and challenge. The air hung thick with their clashing pheromones, honey-citrus, cedar-steel, and chili spice warring for dominance.
"Why are you comparing your dicks?" I blurted, cheeks flaming crimson as the words tumbled out. "Do you regularly compare them or something?"
A beat of stunned silence, then Reyes barked a rough laugh, gloved hand flexing. "Only when it matters, Emily. And right now? It does." She shifted, the bulge in her pants unmistakable, thick and straining like it could split seams. Fuck! I can feel it!
