Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 71: A Eunuch?!
Steam swirled thick from the tub, peach body wash foaming creamy under Emily’s hands as she lathered slow—rich suds gliding down her breasts, tracing soft belly curves, slipping between parted thighs with innocent drag.
She was still feeling guilty from the earlier exchange with Hellen. Even though she was weaker, she shouldn’t have hit her.
It was wrong
Her gaze drifted lazy to the fogged bathroom mirror, wiping a brief handprint clear—flushed cheeks glowing fever-bright, emerald eyes wide and shadowed guilty, raven locks plastered wet and heavy to bare shoulders, droplets beading like tears down her collarbone.
"I look like a tragic beauty, don’t I? If I didn’t know what world I was in, I would have thought myself as the heroine." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Emily looked at her reflection harder which turned into something else—hit like a gut punch, yanking her straight back to the dream—Hellen’s iron grip pinning wrists high, tongue plundering her mouth deep and slick, thick alpha cock stretching her lips wide then slamming relentless into her pussy. Wait, what about the ’knot’ phenomenon?
She sighed, "It was just a dream."
Then her face blazed instant tomato-red, scalding heat flooding cheeks to chest—nipples hardening sharply under melting suds, core clenching rhythmic with something different, slick arousal beading fresh between her thighs despite the bath’s warmth.
Panic exploded sudden—water sloshing wild in chaotic waves over tub edges as she jumped out, bare feet skidding dangerous on wet tile, droplets flying wild arcs from trembling arms and legs.
She dashed dripping through the bathroom door to the bedroom, leaving slick footprints gleaming on hardwood, snatched her phone desperate from the rumpled duvet—screen flickering black under soaked fingertips, unresponsive.
"Shit," she cursed soft and shaky, wiping hands frantic first on slick thighs, then across soft belly, smearing sticky peach residue; thumbed again, slipping twice on the sensor before the lock finally lit blue.
"Why was I wiping my hands on myself?"
Do alphas have penises? —Fingers stabbed the query fast and clumsy, heart jackhammering bloody against her ribs, breath coming short and panicked.
Results loaded blunt, merciless— [Yes, alphas possess male genitalia—thick knotting cocks designed for omega breeding, standard physiology with self-lubrication and superior endurance.]
Emily’s emerald eyes popped saucer-wide in horror—phone clattering from numb, trembling fingers to the soft rug below.
Legs buckled boneless; she slid slow down the sturdy bedpost, landing ass-first on plush carpet with a muffled thud—wet raven locks wrung desperate in white-knuckled fists, pulling strands taut as water pooled pink-tinged under her naked hips, truth cracking her world wide open like fragile eggshell.
She...
She...
She...
She was...
She was...
She was a...
She was a...
She was really a...
She was really a...
A EUNUCH!!
A FUCKING EUNUCH!!
SHE WAS A EUNUCH!!!
"I’m a eunuch?" Emily whispered in shattered disbelief to the empty bedroom, hot tears spilling fresh down her naked cheeks as her trembling hands flew between her slick thighs—fingers probing desperate at smooth, empty folds, no cock, no bulge, just traitorous slit clenching wet under touch. "A eunuch?"
She wanted to hug her non-existent penis, and appreciate it for being so useless. Why did her predecessor castrate herself? If not her, she would have been a powerful alpha!
"My dick!!"
"My cute, little—no, big dick! Very big!"
"I curse you Emily—I mean, my predecessor—may you burn in hell for removing my dick!"
She wasn’t going to believe that she was an omega. There was no way in hell—she was an omega! The novel said that she was an alpha! And she believed the book!
"No... no way I’m an omega—impossible!"
Sobs wracked Emily harder, wet raven locks slapping the carpet like defeated mops as she curled foetal-tight, bathwater pooling wider pink under her quaking hips—peach body wash scent clashing chaotic with fresh denial-slick oozing traitor from her folds.
"Did m-my... p-predecessor... g-get b-bored of... her d-dick and trade it for a vibe collection?" she wheezed through hiccupping gulps, hands flapping useless at her smooth crotch like it might sprout a magic penis on command.
"Or w-was... s-she gay w-who l-liked alphas... and extra—’Hey, scalpels, make me a pussy so I can show everyone with style! Hey, everyone! I removed my dick!’"
Why chop the family jewels? Why had she done it?
If her predecessor liked alphas, then it was completely fine. But why remove the dick? It was something that had so many uses!
Gender reassignment ceremony gone wild—did past-Emily RSVP ’yes’ to the wrong potluck, wake up dickless yelling "I meant pork roast!?"
She snort-sobbed hysterical, curled naked on the damp carpet, picturing surgeons high-fiving over bloody scrubs.
"One alpha-to-eunuch special, hold the regret sauce, extra slick!" No way this weeping, juice-dripping disaster was omega destiny—must be cosmic prank, like God’s drunk intern smashed ’randomize genitals’ on her soul reboot, cackling "Surprise, bitch—pussy lottery!"
"You know what? I had one before!"
"My dream... o-omega... h-he... will l-laugh... at me..."
Wet raven curls slapped carpet harder as giggles choked through snot-sobs, hands flapping at her traitorous crotch like it’d cough up a dick any second.
"Wait—w-what i-if I’m n-not e-even... an omega now? J-just s-some... cosmic fuck-up eunuch?" Emily wheezed through hiccupping sobs, curled naked on the damp carpet, wet raven locks slapping tile as her hands flapped frantic at her slick, empty crotch. "Past-me r-really... c-chopped... t-the... dick and... left me this?"
"It would’ve been... better as full omega—h-heats, knots, the works—instead of... dickless glitch in the matrix!" Emily wanted to beat the shit out of her predecessor. Because of her she wasn’t even an omega now!! Fuck alpha! An omega would have been much better!
At least, she would have been a full omega!
Her predecessor sabotaged everything—chopping the alpha crown jewels, dooming Emily to this slick, foetal wreck on the carpet! "I... I would’ve been peak alpha," she wailed through snot-sobs, raven locks whipping wild as phantom sex dreams taunted her empty crotch. "H-herds... of o-omega... f-fans... p-panting... at my boots, b-begging... for the breed—instead this eunuch glitch?!"
