Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 136: Hellen Apologises to Lily

After the brutal beating left Viktor a broken, bloodied heap twitching on the stone floor—ribs caved, face a pulped mess of swelling bruises and split flesh—Lily knelt swift beside my chair.

I cried as she gave me a pained look, closing her eyes for a seconf before opening them.

Her blood-splattered hands surprisingly gentle now as she peeled the duct tape from my lips with careful, stinging tugs that ripped faint hairs but freed my breath, then dug two fingers into my raw mouth to fish out the sodden rag-gag crammed deep, letting it slap wet and foul to the ground.

Her deft fingers moved next to the tight ropes, sawing through each knotted coil one by one with a small folding blade flicked from her jacket pocket,

The waist binds slithering loose first, then chest ropes uncoiling from under my heaving breasts, wrists springing free with pins-and-needles rush, and finally limp ankles untied from the chair legs—until painful circulation flooded back into my bruised, welted skin like fire ants.

She sighed heavy and ragged, eyes soft with rare regret as she steadied my slumping forward weight. "I’m so sorry, Emily—I found you way too late, should’ve tracked you sooner."

I lunged into her arms desperate despite myself, hugging her tight around the neck with trembling hands, blood crusting her clothes rubbing sticky on my cheek as wrenching sobs exploded loud from my chest.

The walls of hate I’d built against her cracking wide open; she’d saved me, this woman I’d despised dor a long time.

I buried my tear-streaked, blood-smeared face deep into her shoulder, cheek grinding red paint against her warmth, crying raw and shameless, hiccupping her name muffled into fabric.

Cop sirens screamed closer outside, splitting the air; minutes ticked tense before the door flew wide—boots thundering in, flashlights slashing shadows—as officers flooded the room, cuffing Viktor’s groaning mess rough and hauling him out in heavy chains.

The alphas shoved through next—Reyes, Ivory, faces drained ghost-white with raw worry that twisted instant to murderous thunder at my state—red rope burns blooming angry, split lip oozing fresh, soaked shirt plastered translucent over breasts, golden skirt hiked shameful on thigh scratches.

Their scents surged thick—feral protectiveness, fists balling lethal.

Ivory—tall and iron-composed in her uniform, badge glinting—took charge sharp, barking orders to her team securing the battered goons in zip-ties outside.

She turned to me grim but steady, voice like forged steel. "Sorry we rolled up late to this nightmare, Emily—but mark my words, I’ll bury Viktor under every charge: kidnapping, assault, those years of poisoning. He’ll rot."

Hellen scooped me seamless from Lily’s arms, cradling secure against her solid chest—one arm hooked under my deadweight legs, the other steel-banding my trembling back. "No more tears, my love—you’re safe in my hold now, nothing touches you."

Reyes dropped to one knee close, her soft thumb tracing gentle paths over my swollen face—wiping away snot, blood, and endless tears—then palmed soothing circles into my matted raven hair. "You’re strong, Emily—fiercely strong to survive this hell. My unbreakable girl."

I shattered harder then, sobs heaving violent and ragged from my raw chest as I clutched Hellen tighter like a lifeline, face mashed desperate into the crook of her neck—drowning in her thick, grounding alpha scent of honey citrus that wrapped me in raw safety, bright and soothing like sun-warmed groves steadying my frantic pulse.

My trembling hands shot out blind, fingers digging into Reyes’ and Ivory’s nearby arms for anchor—Reyes’ warm bicep flexing supportive under my grip, her cedar-steel scent rolling thick and comforting; Ivory’s uniformed forearm solid as steel, her crisp chilli pheromones sharp and unyielding—to control the storm inside, keep from flying apart completely as tears soaked us all.

After crying some more—harder, endless, body curling fetal in Hellen’s hold until my voice cracked hoarse and lungs burned empty—I finally lost consciousness, world fading merciful black to the rhythm of their protective murmurs and heartbeats thumping sure around me.

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Reyes scooped me gently from Hellen’s arms—her strong embrace trading seamless to Reyes’ warm hold, cedar-steel scent enveloping protective as she cradled my limp, shuddering form against her chest and walked away steady from the chaos, boots echoing soft on stone toward exit light.

Ivory stayed back command-sharp, barking orders to her cop teams swarming the room—Captain Ivory in full control, directing evidence markers on blood pools, rope scraps, Viktor’s dropped knife; securing the crime scene airtight with gloved techs snapping photos, her crisp chili pheromones cutting air authoritative as she oversaw goons cuffed and Viktor stretchered groaning to wagons.

Hellen lingered a beat, turning to Lily slumped weary on the vacated chair—her manager hovering close with a wet towel, dabbing careful at blood crust on Lily’s face and hands, wiping splatters from her neck and arms methodical while Lily sat still, eyes distant.

"Thank you for saving her—for calling us fast," Hellen said low, voice thick genuine gratitude, honey-citrus scent softening fraction.

Lily shrugged faint, gaze steady. "It’s nothing. Just helped a human in need—no big thing."

"I’m sorry I revealed your truth out loud, dragged it public," Hellen pressed, brow furrowing regret.

"Public domain already. Don’t care anymore." Lily’s tone stayed even, towel steaming faint as her manager rinsed it fresh.

"Do you want compensation for helping her this way?"

A dry huff escaped Lily. "I’ve got more than enough money, Ms. Jackson. Go—you and the other two. She needs all your scents, all your arms right now, yeah?"

Hellen nodded sharp once. "Thank you—again."

"Just go already." Lily waved her hand minimal, eyes flicking sharp toward the door as her manager resumed cleaning—dipping the wet towel fresh in a basin, wringing it quick with a twist before dabbing gentle but methodical at the drying blood crust on Lily’s jawline, neck, and splattered forearms, strokes firm yet careful to avoid irritation.

"Can you clean me faster? My skin won’t break if you scrub harder—just get this crap off already!" Lily snapped impatient, shifting restless in the chair, her voice edged raw from the night’s violence.

"Sorry, Miss Warren—right away!" The manager flushed quick, speeding her motions without turning rough—rubbing circular now with a bit more pressure over stubborn streaks on Lily’s cheeks and hands.

The water steaming faint pink as it lifted the gore, towel edge patting dry efficient while Lily exhaled sharp, staring after the retreating alphas.