Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 57: Meeting Reyes Again
Emily hobbled down the mansion’s grand sweeping marble staircase, each careful step sending a fresh jolt of fire through her battered legs—thighs chafed raw from the night’s slick frenzy, inner muscles tender and pulsing with a deep ache that forced a wince from her with every shift of weight.
Her raven hair hung in damp, loosely towel-dried waves, framing a face still flushed from the bath’s lingering steam, strands clinging to her neck and cheeks.
She had thrown on an oversized cream sweater that draped soft over her full curves and a pair of gray leggings that hugged her plush hips and thighs, hiding the secret wreck of her body beneath.
Her throat burned like fire-charred embers, too raw for even a whisper—she’d managed only a quick, desperate text to Reyes instead. It wasn’t like she could call her, could she? So, she booked her on the app, and texted her.
Em: Need help 😣
Handsome Bodyguard: You booked me?
Em: 👍🏻 👍🏻 👍🏻 👍🏻
Handsome Bodyguard: Oh, I was waiting for you to book me.
Em: ???
Handsome Bodyguard: I men, you told me that you would book...
Handsome Bodyguard: *mean
Em: Fine! Just come!!! ASAPPP!!
Handsome Bodyguard: Where?
Em: Argh!! To my mansion! I will not call you to a hotel, will I?
Handsome Bodyguard: ... Oh, give me an hour.
Her fingers fumbled shaky over the phone screen while still adrift in that lavender-scented haze.
Reyes’s reply buzzed back almost instantly when she messaged her.
True to her word, the low growl of her black truck rumbled up the gravel drive within the hour, tires crunching to a halt before her boots hit the path, stabbing the doorbell with purpose.
Emily cracked open the heavy front door on creaking hinges, mustering a weak, lopsided smile through her swollen pouty lips, emerald eyes puffy and red-rimmed but shining with quiet gratitude.
There loomed Reyes on the threshold, her towering six-foot-one frame dominating the entryway—red shirt stretched taut across a corded chest and broad shoulders, sleeves pushed up to reveal scarred forearms, topped with an unzipped blue tactical jacket that hung casual yet ready.
Her gray eyes narrowing sharp as knives the moment they landed on Emily’s limp, flushed disarray.
’What happened to her?’
"What happened to you?" Reyes asked, her voice thick with raw concern, one gloved hand twitching forward instinctively as if to steady her.
Emily tapped frantic at her phone screen, throat too scorched for words—Allergy flashed bold and simple, thrust screen-first under Reyes’s nose like a plea.
She wasn’t going to tell Reyes the truth that she ’masturbated’ herself into her current state. Not just she used her fingers, she used the vibrator too—sleeping with the buzzing vibrator in her mouth. Argh, why was her list of shameful acts kept increasing with each day?
Reyes’s eyes flashed with something unreadable—a storm of worry, suspicion, maybe even a flicker of alpha protectiveness—leaning in closer.
"What made you like this? Talk to me."
Fingers flew across the keyboard again, desperate— Can’t talk! Something, okay? Can you just help me?
Emily’s full lips trembled into a deeper pout, her legs quivering on the brink of collapse, knees threatening to buckle right there on the marble.
’This look meant a lot of things.’ Reyes took a sniff, her hands twitching as she smelled Emily. If Emily smelled like some other alpha, she wouldn’t be able to control herself from killing whoever made the raven-haired woman’s state like this. Her jaw strained, eyes promising violence.
But when she sniffed Emily, she smelled the scent that was unique to Emily—no alpha’s presence had been registered on her. This made her instincts a bit stable as finally calmed down.
Reyes shook her head slow, a low chuckle rumbling deep in her chest—alpha resolve cracking open tender at the edges—before her strong arms swept in seamless, bridal-style—one hooked firm under Emily’s knees, the other cradling her back and plush curves with effortless power.
Emily flinched sharp at the lift, a hiss escaping through clenched teeth as her raw, stinging ass cheeks protested the pressure from night’s brutal grind, burying her flushed face instinctive into Reyes’s solid chest.
It felt warm and faintly sweat-musk scented, steady heartbeat thundering like a drum under her cheek, gloved hand shifting gentle to support her weightless form without a hint of strain.
"So, you called me to take care of you?" Reyes murmured low, voice a gravelly tease laced with possession, kicking the heavy door shut behind them with one boot heel.
Her boots echoing purposeful across the foyer tiles as she carried her prize deeper inside, cedar pulse spiking hot in the air, eyes darkening with unspoken claim.
Emily nodded slightly against Reyes’s shoulder, nestling deeper into the crook of her neck—raven waves spilling soft over the red fabric, emerald eyes fluttering half-shut as exhaustion tugged heavy, trusting her alpha’s arms to hold the world steady.
Reyes’s boots thudded soft across polished hardwood, cedar-steel scent wrapping Emily like a blanket, gravel voice rumbling warm tease. "You’re awfully obedient today, Emily—none of that sassy fire that troubled me that day."
Emily’s fingers stirred lazy on her phone propped against Reyes’s chest—Can you not make fun of me? —tilted screen-up with a playful glare through puffy lashes, pout deepening adorable.
Reyes chuckled low, scarred jaw brushing Emily’s temple. "Well, I’m just admiring your cuteness, Emily. You look so quiet today—all flushed and tucked-in, like a kitten fresh from trouble."
I AM NOT A CAT! WHY DO EVERYONE COMPARE ME WITH A CAT?!
"I said that you look like a kitten—not a cat. By the way, who compared you to a cat?"
Hellen!
"Oh? Your best friend?" Reyes’s eyes narrowed dangerously. She had yet to meet this ’Hellen.’
They reached the living room’s wide leather sectional, firelit glow dancing shadows on cream walls, but just as Reyes leaned to deposit her prize on the couch cushions, Emily tapped quick—Put me in sleeping position—shoving the phone insistent, legs curling instinctive foetal even mid-air.
Reyes paused, eyes sparking amusement, one brow arching under pixie fringe. "Should I put you in a sleeping position? Like tucking in your little spoon self?"
Emily nodded firm, cheeks blooming rose under the scrutiny, arms looping loose around Reyes’s neck—silent plea for that full-body cradle, body craving the alpha’s heat to soothe night’s lingering throbs.
Reyes’s eyes glinted with playful challenge as she held Emily cradled close, boots planted firm on the living room rug—strong arms unyielding, refusing to lower her yet.
"Are you an alpha?" she mocked, gravel voice dripping teasing lilt, scarred lips quirking into a smirk. "Alphas should be strong, resilient—not this limp little puddle melting in my hold."
Emily’s emerald eyes flashed defiant through puffy lashes, cheeks flaring hot rose as she fumbled her phone against Reyes’s chest—I am an alpha. And you’re enjoying this—tilting the screen up with a pouty glare, body betraying her with a traitorous nuzzle into that warmth, legs curling tighter in surrender.
Reyes barked a low laugh, the sound rumbling vibration through both their frames, free hand brushing damp raven strands from Emily’s flushed forehead—gentle despite the taunt.
"Damn right I am, Emily. But don’t think this gets you out of explaining that ’allergy-lie’ later."
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