Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 138: Successful Pheromone Therapy

The pheromones from all five compatible alphas were injected into Emily in precise stages—rich cocktail blended from their scents, flooding her glands slow and deep via targeted syringes at neck, wrists, and inner thighs—while nurses pumped sufficient blood transfusions to sustain the radical shift, her flushed body stabilizing under the sterile hum of monitors.

So, yes... the therapy was a complete success.

They wheeled her gentle into the sealed dominant omega suite after—a reinforced, soundproof vault deep in the hospital wing, walls laced with industrial scrubbers to trap her heat scent airtight, preventing it from leaking to trigger chaos beyond.

Ana turned to the three alphas clustered tense outside the reinforced glass viewport, her cyan hair limp from hours under the cap, scrubs speckled sweat. "This is a long haul—expect at least one full week locked down before she’s stable enough to release."

"One week?" Reyes echoed sharp, cedar-steel scent spiking frustrated as she crossed arms tight. "This too much!"

"It’s safe for her, and the other alphas." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Reyes, don’t overreact," Hellen snarled. All of them were worried about Emily—not just her.

"Yes—don’t panic; she’ll get proper nutrition, water, soft bedding piped in for proper nesting. Full comfort protocol," Ana assured, tapping her tablet’s vitals feed. "She will be fine."

"She’ll nest fully?" Ivory pressed, chili pheromones flickering curious under her uniform strain. "Why is she even nesting?"

"Omegas nest hard, especially dominant ones—after the therapy—instinct slams like a freight train, building dens from every scrap soft," Ana shot back with a sarcastic eye-roll, her lips quirking dry smirk amid the sterile hall’s hum of beeps and distant carts rattling.

Hellen leaned in urgent close, honey-citrus scent curling thick with raw worry, eyes locked pleading on Ana’s face. "She’ll regain consciousness within how many hours exactly—give us a timeline?"

"Two hours max for partial awareness—eyes fluttering open groggy, tracking lights and voices slow but there. Full lucidity? Trails a day behind, maybe two," Ana sighed loud and bone-deep, rubbing her temples hard with gloved knuckles, forehead creasing fatigue before she scanned their expectant, hawkish faces clustered tight.

"Two hours?"

"Vitals progressing clean so far—no crashes, scent stabilizing faint. She will have to experience a proper heat, and she has a lot of things to help her in doing that." By things—she meant toys.

"How many total are compatible with her core profile?" Reyes demanded low and edged, eyes narrowing possessive slits, cedar-steel rolling heavy challenge. Her words made Hellen and Reyes to look at her with serious faces.

Ana stilled a fraction—jaw tightening brief, cyan strands shifting as she swallowed measured—before flat reply cut clean. She said, "Five. Perfect 100%+ syncs. I have never seen such high compatibilities before. You should be proud of yourselves."

Faces darkened instant storm-clouds—competition flaring ugly primal in their stares, alpha instincts bristling hackles at phantom rivals muscling into their omega’s fragile circle.

"Who the fuck are the other two—names, now?" Ivory growled thunder-deep, fist clenching till knuckles popped white under her skin, chili pheromones igniting air to blistering edge.

"Can’t disclose jack—strictly confidential patient protocol, sealed by board regs," Ana said firm as vault steel, arms crossing unyielding barrier, gaze drilling back unclenched. "You can’t get their names—you can bring court’s order than we can do something about it."

"Confidential my ass—so those two ghosts want nothing from her at all? No future claims, no bonds, no stepping into her life ever?" Hellen probed sceptical and sharp, leaning in taller with her honey-citrus scent sharpening to a biting edge, eyes narrowed tight.

"No strings attached, no bonds formed—pure medical match only," Ana confirmed crisp and absolute, nodding once final with steady gaze. "They haven’t expressed any interest in her." Yet.

Relief hit them all at once like a wave—shoulders loosening from tight knots, scents softening bit by bit as possessive tension drained slow away, leaving shaky exhales hanging in the quiet air.

"It’s fine then, I guess," Ivory said.

"Okay now—spell out every effect from this pheromone therapy cocktail we pumped into her," Reyes pressed next, her voice turning steady iron even with flickers of wariness still in her eyes.

"I pumped them into her."

"Okay, it’s the same thing!"

Ana ticked off each point slow on her gloved fingers, her voice clinical and exact. "It amplifies every single omega trait across the board—fertility spikes high with double the fertile window, heats turn slicker and cycle tighter every month, instincts sharpen like razors for any threat or nest, nesting drive cranks up to full obsession."

"What about the physical changes?" asked Hellen.

"Well, physical changes will hit the hardest. Her curves will plump lush with fuller hips, breasts, and ass, her scent grows so potent it drops alphas stone-cold blocks away, healing boosts tenfold so cuts knit shut overnight and bruises fade within a few days."

"Fine then—what exactly are our next steps here?" Ivory asked practical and clipped, her uniform straining tight over tensed muscles.

"Nothing active for now—just wait her out with patience. We monitor all vitals remote through cams and data feeds; zero visitors allowed, zero breaches till the full week’s end at minimum—suite stays in absolute lockdown," Ana ordered clipped and firm, tapping her tablet to pull up the live feed where Emily’s flushed body twitched faint under thin sheets.

"Are we allowed to look at her from outside? Or your tablet?"

"With time intervals, and it’s for all of us. Every three hours, we will look at her."

"How bad are her injuries right now—give us the full status?" Hellen added quick, her brow furrowing deep with fresh worry lines.

"They made everything ten times worse—rope burns wept pus and got infected fast from all the trauma grinding down, bruises swelled black and septic from her haemoglobin freefall crash. That forced us to dump this therapy early," Ana explained grim and thorough, peeling off one glove slowly to reveal tired skin.

Ivory whispered, "Is it that bad?"

"No, we just operated on her, didn’t we? Years of suppressed omega side wrecked her baseline immune system—turned her into a petri dish for every bug in the air. But after this infusion? Her system’s supercharging aggressive now—diseases will bounce right off as her resilience builds like thick armour."

"Thank you, Doctor—we mean it truly," Reyes said genuine and warm, her cedar-steel scent easing into real gratitude as the others nodded sharp in echo, a ripple of shared thanks filling the space like warm breath.

Ana nodded curt just once final, spinning sharp on her heel to stride back into the ward’s constant bustle, her cyan hair glinting from the light, scrubs whispering soft against the linoleum floor.

The three alphas locked eyes right then—predatory glints sharpening mutual like freshly honed blades under the waiting room’s cold fluorescent buzz.

"Let’s go deal with Viktor now, shall we? Make him regret every breath he’s taken," Ivory asked low with velvet menace, her chili scent igniting into feral wildfire.

Reyes scowled eager and ready, lips curling wicked slow. "Thought you’d never ask, bitch—I’ve been itching raw for payback."

"Tch—I’m gold at breaking scum like him, peeling out truths nice and slow," Hellen said smug and confident, flexing her knuckles with a sharp series of cracks, her honey-citrus blooming dark with promise.

"Then unleash your full gift on him—make the bastard squeal till he begs for mercy."