Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 134: You Are an Impotent Alpha!

I glared at him fierce and unbreaking through a fresh welling of hot tears, my cheeks throbbing raw and swollen from his repeated slaps, emerald eyes blazing pure hate as snot, blood, and drool mixed in a salty, sticky mess dripping down my chin onto my soaked shirt.

Viktor threw his head back in a mocking, guttural laugh—deep and cruel, the sound bouncing off the cold stone walls like shattering glass, his broad shoulders shaking with fake amusement.

"What? Why are you crying now, my little broken flower?" He leaned in invasively close, his sour breath hot and rank against my face, flecks of spit hitting my skin.

Was this man drinking before he came here?

"You look utterly helpless there, all tied up and dripping—truly pathetic, like a kicked puppy no one wants."

"You know what? Let’s actually talk proper, face-to-face." His thick fingers dug brutal into my bruised jaw again, nails biting skin as he yanked the soaked, saliva-crusted gag free from my aching mouth with a wet pop, strings of drool trailing from it.

I hacked out violent, wrenching coughs instant—throat scorched raw fire from hours muffled, spitting out bloody phlegm and thick globs onto the floor as I glared up snarling through gritted teeth.

"Cough-cough—y-you... fucking monster!"

"Do you need water? Here—open up and drink like a good girl."

He snatched a cheap plastic bottle from a nearby dusty metal table cluttered with tools.

With a vicious look, pinched my nose shut vicious with thumb and forefinger to force my lips apart gasping, then tilted the cold stream careless down my gullet, half of it missing my mouth.

I choked hard and desperate again, sputtering wet, ragged coughs as icy water cascaded over my chin in thin streams, soaking my thin shirt translucent against the tight rope-bound breasts heaving with panic.

The droplets racing down my exposed midriff, pooling at my hiked golden skirt before trickling slow over pale, unmoving thighs marked red from earlier gropes.

"Wow, now you look truly pitiful—like a drowned rat fished from a gutter, shivering and messy." He stepped back appraising with a slow head tilt, his smirk widening predatory across his jowly face.

"Fuck off..."

"Should I pretend to be sad about your sad little condition, shed a tear? Why do they all love you anyway—Hellen, those alphas? You’re just a helpless omega cripple, dead-legs trash worthless without strong alphas propping your weak ass up every step."

I bared my teeth in a feral, animal snarl, voice emerging hoarse and scraped raw like gravel. "You’re a bastard—pure evil bastard, rotting from inside."

"Am I? Am I really the bastard here?" He barked another wild, barking laugh, eyes bulging manic with rage and glee. "No, you’re the true bastard spawn, Emily—don’t even know your real blood parents, do you?"

Poor original Emily—truly the most pitiful soul. The man she trusted as father was a fraud; Elena’s no mother at all, that stepbrother never kin. Every ’family’ bond crumbling to dust now, lies exposed bloody.

"You’re sick—twisted fucking sick in the head, beyond saving."

"No, darling—I’m a genius survivor, built empires from nothing. You? Pathetic—you lack the cold spine for our cutthroat business world. Weak little omega like you, those simpering alphas can’t babysit your cripple ass forever, carry you everywhere."

"Mr. Viktor Leonhart—what the hell happens after this madness ends? Can you even sleep at night without nightmares? You and that witch wife are bad people—rotten through to the core, poison incarnate."

"You’re too damn innocent, Emily—naive fool seeing flickers of goodness in every shadow. But me? I don’t have a shred, never did."

"But there was never any goodness in you or your fake-ass family—not one goddamn drop, just venom."

"What if we are bad, huh? Revel in it. Emily, count your lucky stars we let a reject like you grow up at all. That’s the one real gift you stole from us—the best damn thing in your worthless life."

How can there be such a human? Thinking of killing an innocent child?

"Who are my real parents? Spit it out now, you coward!" I want to know this because of OG Emily. It’s her right to know about her real parents.

"I can’t say yet, not the full truth." He circled me slow like a shark, boots thudding heavy, eyes raking every inch of my bound, wet form hungry. "But fuck, you look just like that wench—same piercing emerald eyes, same defiant fire spitting back."

"You’re the one who’s the wench—the lying, scheming whore!"

"Tch! Brat—you don’t deserve a drop of this fame swirling around your name now. It should’ve been mine by right—we fed you slop, clothed your scrawny hide, let you grow fat and lazy under our roof."

"You don’t have any right over my body. My life is mine... I will decide what I want to do/"

"Tch! Don’t dream, Emily/ What if I’d just snapped your fragile neck early as a kid? Your body, your very life—ours to use however we pleased, leverage, toy, or corpse. We will sell you if we want to."

Sell me?

How can someone say this? Neither me, nor OG Emily is there property. We are people of our own. Even a misogynist looks tame compared to him.

"You shouldn’t be a father—never, to anyone."

"I don’t want to be one, you delusional idiot—fatherhood is for weaklings."

"You’re not even a real alpha—just a sick, pathetic man starved hollow for money, power, control—nothing alpha in that shrivelled soul. You don’t have a child of your own, right? Impotent alpha!"

His face contorted instant into a mask of purple rage, veins bulging thick and angry along his thick neck—his open palm cracked vicious and hard across my face yet again.

The fresh sting exploding like white-hot fireworks behind my eyes, skull ringing as my head lolled limp to the side helpless, warm blood welling new and fast from my already split lip, trickling metallic copper-tangy down my bruised chin to mix with tears and water.

I cried out sharp and broken in agony—"Ahh! Nngh—stop!"—before the sobs tore free loud and raw, chest heaving wild against the tight ropes.

Tears flooded hot relentless down my throbbing cheeks as pain blurred the world, body shaking uncontrollable with each wrenching wail echoing off the stone walls.