Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 135: Lily Beats Viktor

I sobbed hard from the searing pain, body wracked with shudders as Viktor paced tight circles around my chair like a caged beast, his face twisted in furious red knots, boots thudding heavy on the stone floor with each angry stride.

"Where the hell is that Hellen bitch? She should be crawling here begging by now! Does she not care about your worthless hide?"

"Stop your damn crying already—it’s grating!"

I couldn’t stop, tears pouring endless even as Viktor snarled close, snatching up the discarded gag from the floor—sodden rag reeking of my spit and blood.

His rough fingers clamped my jaw vise-tight again, nails gouging fresh bruises as he wrenched my mouth open wide despite my frantic head shakes, prying my teeth apart brutal with his thumb hooked inside against my tongue.

"Mmph—no!" I tried to protest hoarse, but he shoved the thick, crumpled cloth deep into my mouth ruthless—first wadding it tight to fill every corner, muffling my voice instant to pathetic hums, then jamming the bulk further with two fingers thrusting past my lips till it pressed heavy on my tongue, gagging my throat reflex.

Salty tears mixed fresh with the metallic blood taste flooding my senses as he yanked a thin strip of duct tape from his pocket, ripping it loud between teeth; he plastered it across my stretched lips seal-tight, smoothing it down hard with his palm over my nose bridge almost, ensuring no air gap, no scream escape—just wet, choked vibrations trapped inside.

"This will work fine—otherwise my ears would’ve bled out from your whining."

My cries turned instantly muffled to desperate nasal whines—"Mmmph! Nnngh-hmm!"—chest heaving futile against ropes as I lowered my swollen eyes defeated, hot tears leaking steady in fat rivulets down my burning cheeks, soaking the tape edges dark.

"You know what, Emily? I should’ve sold your mother off years ago."

"She was a fucking whore just like you—spreading wide for scraps. I should’ve sold you and that slut mother of yours, right after she squeezed you out, pimped you both to the highest bidder."

"It would’ve been perfect if your mother was still alive today to see your sorry state—chair-bound cripple, trussed up like meat and crying muffled for your alphas to save you."

Viktor dragged his chair closer with a harsh scrape, dropping his bulk into it heavy opposite me, knees splayed wide as he leaned forward elbows on thighs, eyes glinting cold amusement over my taped gag and tear-streaked face.

"You look very sad right now, don’t you, Emily? Even though your real parents wanted you bad, they’re both long dead and buried—rotting while you whimper here."

He rubbed his stubbled chin slow, thumb scraping whiskers thoughtful, a twisted half-smile

curling his thin lips. "I always wanted to spit this truth right in your face before, years ago. But timing never lined up perfect—too many eyes, too much risk. Now? Fuck it, I have you all alone, no interruptions."

He shook his head slow, mock-regret heavy in his sigh, but his gaze stayed hard predatory. "You were never my blood daughter—not a drop. So why the hell should I keep a stranger’s bastard like you as CEO of my fashion empire? Handing you those reins was my biggest mistake."

"You’ve been trying to demolish my legacy from day one, chipping away quiet—and look, you’re still doing it now, even tied helpless, with Hellen tearing my companies apart because of you."

He grabbed a fistful of my tangled raven hair sudden and vicious, yanking my head back hard against the chair slats to expose my throat, roots screaming pain as tears spilled fresh.

"This is exactly why I hate you down to your bones, Emily. Omegas like you are born submissive—meant to kneel and abide alphas obedient, made for our cocks and knots, our use and breeding. It’s your goddamn fate, carved in your weak blood."

Before I could even thrash muffled protest, distant sounds pierced the air—muffled thuds, sharp cracks like fists on flesh, low grunts echoing from the corridor outside. Viktor froze mid-rant, head snapping toward the door, his smug face draining pale as real fear flickered in his eyes.

"What the hell are those sounds? What’s happening out there?" His voice cracked edged panic, grip loosening slight on my hair as he scanned shadows nervous.

The heavy door burst open with a splintering crash, slamming wide—and in strode Lily, drenched head to toe in splattered blood that wasn’t hers, dark crimson streaks painting her clothes and face like war paint, metallic tang thick in the air.

I could sense it instant—not her blood, but fresh slaughter from Viktor’s thugs, the alphas outside now meat.

"What the—?!" Viktor jumped from his chair clumsy, knocking it skidding, shooting her a wild scared look as he backed up two steps, hands trembling.

"Lily Warren—are you out of your fucking mind?!" he yelled shrill, spit flying.

Lily’s sharp eyes flicked to me first, raking over my bound state—ropes biting skin, tape sealing my gag, bloodied lip and tear-soaked cheeks—before hardening to ice as she levelled a killing glare at Viktor. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"Is this what you do, Viktor? Kidnap and beat your own daughter like a dog?"

"Shut your mouth and get out! This isn’t your goddamn movie set—fucking go, now!"

Her gaze chilled arctic, unblinking predator as she stalked toward him deliberate, boots leaving bloody prints on stone, hands loose but ready.

"Stay the fuck back!" Viktor screeched, voice breaking boyish.

"Why?" Lily asked calm, almost bored, stepping closer relentless.

In blind panic, Viktor whipped a gleaming switchblade from his belt, flicking it open with a snick—lunging to jam the cold edge hard against my exposed throat, steel kissing skin just shy of slicing.

I cried muffled desperate—"Mmmph! Nnngh!"—body rigid terror, hot tears flooding as pulse hammered under the blade.

"Remove that knife—now," Lily ordered flat, not breaking stride.

"I’ll kill the bitch if you come one step closer—slice her open ear to ear!"

"Let her go, Viktor. Cops are rolling up outside—sirens closing fast."

"No! This is all a setup—a conspiracy against me!"

"Viktor, I won’t repeat myself. Drop the knife and let her go."

"No—fuck you!"

"Tch!" Lily’s hand darted to her pocket swift, yanking a jagged rock heavy as a fist—hurling it precise like a bullet straight at his skull. I

t cracked home brutal against his temple with a wet thud, Viktor crumpling like a sack, knife clattering free across stone away from my neck. Then she scowled with disdain—eyes blazing fury—and began beating him merciless, heavy boots stomping his ribs as fists rained down thunder on his howling face, blood spraying fresh with every crunch.