Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 73: The Two Alphas Saw Their Omega in Towel

Just as Hellen’s fist cocked back for the decisive blow and Reyes’ knee drove upward in lethal counter, a soft, trembling voice sliced through the snarling haze like a lifeline—her unique scent scent blooming faint but insistent from the foyer shadows.

They froze mid-strike, muscles locked taut, heads whipping synchronized toward the sound—Emily leaned precariously over the polished oak banister, raven hair plastered damp wild in loose waves from her interrupted bath. The water droplets tracing glistening trails down her skin.

A thin white towel clung precarious to her full curves—precariously knotted at her cleavage, hem barely skimming plush thighs slick-shined, emerald eyes wide and shimmering with masked hurt, full lips pursed in that signature pout, one hand gripping the rail knuckles-white for balance as bathwater pooled pink-toed at her feet.

"What are you two doing?" she asked, voice quivering just enough to betray the sadness cracking her facade, cheeks flushing rose under their stunned stares, towel slipping a treacherous inch to bare the swell of her hip.

’Argh, I am really sad. Why did I become a eunuch?’

The two alphas blushed deep crimson at the sight—Hellen’s ice-blue eyes widening feral, cheeks igniting volcanic under her smirk; Reyes’ scarred jaw slackening faint, gray gaze raking undisguisedly over Emily’s towel-clad curves, cedar-steel pheromones spiking rut-thick despite the porch standoff.

"What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be out like this!" Hellen yelled, voice cracking protective thunder as she bolted up the stairs two-at-a-time, blonde ponytail lashing wild, jacket sleeves straining over arms outstretched to shield Emily. Her alpha instincts roaring to bundle that damp, vulnerable omega back to safety.

’Is she trying to show everyone her real identity? I can see her legs covered with something that I really want to ignore.’

Reyes nodded fervent, polished brogues pounding after as she tugged her baseball cap low self-conscious, powerful thighs flexing in charcoal trousers.

"Yeah, what if I wasn’t here and some other bastard was lurking?" she growled, broad shoulders tensing possessive, gloved hand twitching to yank Emily close.

"Reyes, don’t worry. Hellen is here to stop them." Besides, what was there to see? She had become a eunuch, hadn’t she?

"Still, you can’t be too sure. I am your bodyguard, Emily. You hired me to protect you."

’Why do I feel like she is an omega. Her legs... are... and that smell is in enveloping the whole... mansion.’

She turned towards Hellen, and saw her blank expression. This made her doubt more profound than before.

"It’s fine," Emily huffed pouty, emerald eyes flashing defiant through damp lashes, towel clutched tighter over her heaving breasts—though fresh slick heat betrayed her, thighs clenching subtle under their heated stares. It was a subconscious reaction, though she was leaking slick even before all this.

"Why is Reyes here?" asked Hellen. She wanted that alpha-bitch to go away.

"I had booked her for today," replied Emily.

"Yes, she had."

"What were you two doing?" Emily pressed, head tilting suspicious, raven waves dripping bathwater down her nape in teasing rivulets.

Hellen straightened first on the landing, blonde ponytail settling sleek as she smoothed her jacket with feigned casualness, pheromones dialling back to neutral mask—though her split lip throbbed accusing.

"Nothing," she drawled smooth, shooting Reyes a venomous side-eye laced with ’shut it’ warning.

"Nothing," Reyes echoed clipped from one step below, straightening her torn blazer collar—scarred jaw ticking faint as she holstered her aggression, gray eyes flicking hungry up Emily’s slick-shined legs before snapping respectful.

Emily tilted her head, emerald gaze narrowing suspicious on their dishevelled states—Hellen’s knuckles reddened, lower lip split faint from bitten-back snarl; Reyes’ cap askew, jaw shadowed with fresh bruise-bloom. "What happened to your lips? Looks like you were biting your lips, or something."

"Ms. Hellen said a joke here, so I tried to control my laugh," Reyes lied velvet-smooth, baseball cap tugged lower to shadow her flint gaze, powerful frame shifting casual as if porch-brawls were daily cardio.

Although, her cedar-steel scent spiked at Emily’s damp vulnerability.

"Then Reyes cracked one back, and I controlled mine," Hellen added quick, smirking wolfish despite the copper tang on her tongue, sleeves rolled taut over forearms still humming with adrenaline.

Emily’s pout deepened adorable, brows furrowing as she glanced between them—her hidden omega instincts prickling unbidden at the clashing alpha scents thickening the air, fresh slick heat coiling low despite her trying to control herself.

’What is happening to me?! Can a eunuch have this type of reaction from a fake pussy?’

"Ms. Hellen? Reyes, you can just call her by name." She turned to the blonde, eyes imploring soft, towel clutched tighter self-conscious. "Can she?"

Hellen’s smile stretched perfectly, but inside alpha rage simmered volcanic—fists itching to bundle that towel-clad prize back upstairs possessive.

"Of course," she purred saccharine, voice honey-dripping poison as she started up the stairs two-at-a-time.

"Good. Reyes is my friend too," Emily beamed, oblivious to the electric undercurrent, damp strands curling against her flushed neck—though her thighs clenched subtle.

"Yes... friend," Hellen taunted low from the steps, locking gray eyes with a glare promising war—lips curling just enough to bare teeth in silent ’mine.’

Emily waved Reyes up insistent, plush towel-clad form swaying hypnotic as she retreated toward the kitchen stairs-trail. "Come on in, Reyes. Let’s eat—Hellen prepared a feast." She winked playful over her shoulder, trying to be nonchalant, but her scent spiked sweeter, thighs slick-traitorous as dual dominants prowled after her like wolves scenting fresh kill.

Suddenly, Emily’s bare feet slipped on the damp oak landing—polished wood slick from her bathwater trail—legs buckling traitorous as both alphas lunged forward in synced panic, arms outstretched like coiled springs.

Hellen, closer by a heartbeat, surged first—strong hands clamped her waist possessively, hauling her plush towel-clad form bridal-high against her chest with effortless power—blonde ponytail whipping forward to brush Emily’s flushed cheek, eyes blazing protective fury, jacket sleeves bunching taut over flexed biceps.

"Got you," she growled low, honey-citrus scent enveloping thick as she crushed Emily close, breasts squashing soft against her frame, thighs cradled secure to halt the tumble.

Reyes skidded to a halt one step behind, gray eyes flashing frustrated heat under her cap brim—scarred jaw grinding as she holstered her momentum, gloved fingers twitching jealous inches from Hellen’s grip, cedar-steel pheromones spiking sour rivalry.

"Careful," she rasped, broad shoulders tensing, gaze raking helpless over Emily’s exposed hip where the towel gaped precariously.

Emily gasped sharp, emerald eyes wide in startled pout—raven waves spilling damp over Hellen’s shoulder, slick heat blooming fresh between her thighs from the alpha’s dominant hold.

"I-I’m fine," she stammered breathy, cheeks crimson under their dual stares, but her arms looped instinctive around Hellen’s neck, plush curves nestling deeper into the cradle—though her gaze flicked needy to Reyes, urging inclusion.

Hellen smirked triumphant, lips brushing Emily’s damp temple possessively, trying to show a claim on her. "No more stairs half-naked, princess."

"I am not half-naked! And how will I come down if I don’t use stairs?"

"I will carry you."

"Not always. You will be at your home—so, you can’t."

Reyes smirked at Emily’s words, nodding her head.

Hellen shook her head firm, eyes narrowing protective as she cradled Emily’s towel-clad weight a beat longer—blonde ponytail swaying with the motion—before setting her down gentle but insistent at the bedroom door, powerful hands lingering on her hips till bare feet steadied on the plush hall runner.

"Thank you again, Hellen." Emily walked towards her room’s door. Opening it, she looked at the two alphas. "Wait for me, okay? Give me at least ten minutes." With those words, she closed the door.