Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 53: Hellen Knows the Truth About Emilyโs Real Identity
"Should we discuss business now?" Emily asked, her manicured fingers smoothening the floral maxiโs chiffon folds over her thighs with deliberate care, the airy fabric whispering silk-soft under the chandelierโs golden candlelight as the quartetโs strings hummed their velvet backdrop. ๐๐ณ๐ฆ๐๐ค๐๐ฃ๐ฏโด๐ท๐ฆ๐.๐๐๐
"Business?"
The violin sighs weaving languid jazz into Strauss waltzes, notes floating like smoke through the elite dining roomโs hush.
"Yes, business. We should discuss it now. I mean, you left me alone, remember?"
Her emerald eyes flicked up from the linen tablecloth, raven chignon catching a glint, full lips still glossy from hibiscus fizz, the earlier paparazzi frenzy fading to a distant buzz in her mind.
"We canโt do that, Emily," Hellen replied firm but gentle, ice-blue eyes steady over her emptied wagyu plate, blonde ponytail draping loose over one shoulder and catching a soft glint from the chandelierโs crystal pendants.
She set her fork down with a faint clink against porcelain, navy blazer unbuttoned casual to reveal the crisp white silk beneath, her posture relaxed yet commanding in the sapphire velvet booth.
"Why?" Emilyโs brow quirked curious, fork pausing mid-lobster claw, the thermidorโs creamy cognac sauce glistening on the tines, steam still curling faint from the golden gratin crust.
"Because confidential talks donโt happen in public spaces," Hellen chastised with unyielding calm, her fork gesturing subtle at the roomโs murmured eliteโdiners in tailored suits and shimmering gowns leaning into whispers, sommeliers gliding soundless with decanters, ears everywhere amid the quartetโs purr.
"But why not?"
"Trade secrets, rival whispers, Helly Paws prototypesโleak one word here, and Viktor... or someone will get it by today. Not here, not tonight."
"Okay, I understood." Emily blushed rose-deep, ducking her emerald eyes to her gazpachoโs last ruby swirl, spoon tinkling shy against the frosted bowlโs edge, cheeks warming under the candle-gold as she chased a final basil oil pearl through the chilled tang.
Hellen smirked, "I donโt want to have repeat episode of your interview." She still could vividly recall Emilyโs interview.
"Do you really have to make me recall that? Why you too?!"
"What? โToo?โ Did someone say anything about this before?" Hellenโs eyes held a dangerous edge.
"It was Lily. She mocked me about my interview too."
"Ah, is that so?"
They polished their platters clean with savouring bitesโlobster shells cracked empty and piled neat, tender claw meat scraped to the last succulent morsel; wagyu tartare plate licked pristine with brioche points, yolk remnants gleaming empty.
Hellen slid a crisp stack of bills across the starched linen, generous tip fanned like a fanfare, the waiter bowing crisp before vanishing into shadows. Then she tipped the musicians as well, mouthing a โthank youโ to them.
Emily lingered over her chilled hibiscus fizz, tall glass sweating beads of condensation that dripped slow onto the tablecloth, her pouty red lips wrapping the striped straw slow and deliberate.
Hellenโs mouth slightly parted as she looked at the scene.
Emily was sucking with faint hollowing of cheeks, gloss gleaming wet and pink under the flickering candlelight, throat bobbing graceful with each pull.
Hellen gulped audible, throat bobbing sharp and visible beneath her sharp jawline, eyes flicking away fast to the quartetโs swaying bows, blonde ponytail swaying tense as she gripped her Bordeaux stem tighter.
Her scent spiking subconscious in the boothโs close airโalpha control fraying at the edges, pulse kicking low against her ribs. Even her pants became strained as she shook her head slightly. There was a dark urge that wanted her to make Emily suck something else entirely.
โNo, I canโt. What the heck am I thinking?โ
Emily drained the fizz with a satisfied slurp, straw popping free from her lips with a glossy smack, then stood fluidโmaxi pooling elegant around her ankles like a pastel waterfall.
"What happened?" Hellen asked, chair creaking leather as she half-rose, ponytail slipping forward.
"I want the restroom," Emily said simply, floral skirt swaying as she smoothed it once more.
"Why?"
"I have to pee, you idiot," Emily hissed low, cheeks flaring fresh crimson, voice pitched indignant as she turned on her heel, maxi slits flashing calf. "Do I have to take permission from you to pee now?"
"Let me come with you."
They wove through the restaurantโs velvet hushโpast linen-draped tables where silverware chimed soft and wine poured ruby rivers, quartet notes trailing like ghostsโuntil they reached the restrooms.
Doors gleamed under polished brass plaquesโalpha symbol stark and commanding on the right.
Hellen pushed it open, mercifully empty insideโmarble expanse luxe and echoing, veined white walls soaring to gilded mirrors, air scented faint lavender from hidden diffusers.
But Emily froze shocked in the threshold, eyes widening at the row of urinals lining one wallโstark white porcelain gleaming under recessed lights, mocking her with their masculine utility.
How did alphas pee here? No penisโnone of them had one, she was certain, biology twisted strange in this omegaverse world where scents and instincts ruled over anatomy.
"What happened?" Hellen asked, leaning casual against the marble sinkโs edge, arms crossing over her navy blazer, eyes narrowing faint curiosity, ponytail draping one shoulder like a golden sentinel.
"Nothing," Emily mumbled quick, voice pitching high and evasive, emerald eyes darting from urinal to mirrorโher reflection flushed, chignon slightly askew from dinnerโs lean-ins.
She would say nothing to Hellen as she didnโt want to get mocked. Maybe this world worked a bit weird.
"Why arenโt you going?" Hellen pressed, brow quirking, gloved hand gesturing the fixtures expectant.
Emily blushed nuclear, heat flooding from cheeks to chest, maxi fabric suddenly too warm against her skin. "I canโt pee like this. Itโs dirtyโstanding there splashing everywhere." Her gaze darted relieved to the adjacent stall marked universalโwomen-friendly porcelain throne with privacy walls, bidet sleek beside.
"Then, how will you pee?" Hellen teased.
"Iโm going there." She bolted inside, door latching soft, floral maxi hiking thighs as she settled, porcelain cool under her.
Hellenโs eyes narrowed calculating, unzipping casual at the nearest urinalโstream hissing brief and private against porcelain before she rezipped smooth, washing hands deliberate under steaming faucet.
Scared Iโd peek her size? As if sheโd mock Emilyโs anything. But impulse gripped sudden and feralโknee bending silent, she dropped to a crouch, peering under the stall gap like a thief in marble night, but before she could see anythingโshe closed her eyes.
โNo, I canโt do this. But why do I have a sudden urge to check on her? My heart says that I will find something lifechanging.โ
Hellen shook her head as she opened her eyes. But after that, she wished she had just closed her eyes.
Emily sat oblivious up there, maxi hiked high on plush thighs, soft curves bared vulnerableโno alpha stance, no hidden ridge or alpha line. Omega folds, delicate and unmistakable, pink and intimate in the gapโs sliver.
โAn omega?! Thatโs a pussy, right?!โ
Hellen reeled back shocked to her core, pulse thundering wild in her ears like factory presses, ice-blue eyes blown wide as saucers, blonde ponytail slipping forward to brush the tile. Bathroom marble echoed her sharp inhaleโEmily, an omega?
The revelation crashed like a waveโthe jasmine undertones in her scent, the yielding softness in hugs, the blushes that alphas shouldnโt wear so sweet.
Pulse hammered low, alpha instincts roaring possessive fire, her own spiking thick as she gripped the sink edge white-knuckled, reflection staring back feral in the gilded mirror.
How long hidden? Why? Questions swirled chaotic, but one burned clearestโmine.
The doorโs latch clickedโEmily emerging flushed, maxi settledโand Hellen straightened swift, schooling her face to neutral steel, ponytail whipping once as the secret lodged deep within her heart. She would wait until Emily would tell the truth herself. But then, she wouldnโt be so merciful.
