Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 78: Felix Wants to Disappear
Tears filled my eyes and ran down my cheeks—I felt sick and grossed out by his touch, my skin prickling uncomfortably. When Hellen or Reyes held me, it always felt nice and secure, but this was all wrong, his smell turning my stomach.
I struggled harder, my smaller body no match for his strength, choking out sobs as I said, "Get off me!" louder. He just gripped me firmer and gave a low, mocking laugh right by my ear.
Suddenly, he was shoved back hard—I stumbled into a familiar embrace, strong arms wrapping safe around my waist, honey-citrus scent flooding comforting as my high ponytail brushed her shoulder.
"Hellen?" I whispered, emerald eyes blinking up through tears, petite frame sagging relieved against her red jacket.
She had a blank look on her face, ice-blue eyes locked cold on Felix. "Felix, you should go from here before I lose control."
"Shouldn’t you be ashamed of yourself? Protecting an alpha? I never knew that you were gay," he sneered, brown eyes flashing disdain, red hair tousled as he straightened his shirt.
"Felix, just go from here." A big pink teddy bear lay toppled at my feet—plush, oversized, ribboned fresh from some mall shop, Hellen must’ve grabbed it mid-hunt.
"Oh, I am just getting started. You are her partner, right?" Felix pressed, stepping forward aggressive, swimmer’s build tensing.
"Felix, I will not repeat myself, okay?" Hellen’s voice dropped steel, blonde ponytail still, fists clenching at her sides—alpha aura radiating warning thrum.
"Tch! You are no fun." Felix smirked final, brown eyes raking me once more with petty venom before turning sharp on his heel, striding off into the mall crowd—tail receding past glittering storefronts.
Hellen’s grip softened then, turning me gentle into her chest, one hand stroking my high ponytail soothing. "Are you okay, Emily?" she murmured low, breath warm on my temple—safety absolute, no trace of Felix’s slime.
"Yeah..." I murmured, voice shaky as I leaned into her hold, emerald eyes still damp, high ponytail tickling her collar—my frame relaxing gradually against the steady wall of her warmth.
"I shouldn’t have left you alone..." Hellen whispered rough, ice-blue gaze softening guilty as her hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing tear-tracks gentle, blonde ponytail draping my shoulder like a shield.
"It’s fine..." I mumbled, managing a wobbly smile up at her, fingers curling into her clothes—relief washing the disgust away under her honey-citrus blanket.
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It was around 2 AM, the witching hour cloaking Felix’s sprawling mansion in inky silence—only the lap of pool water echoing faint through the humid atrium, underwater lights casting turquoise ripples across mosaic tiles.
Felix sliced through laps powerful, swimmer’s build cutting seamless: red hair slicked dark, brown eyes half-lidded smug as he paused mid-stroke, gripping the pool edge one-handed.
He smirked to himself, snatching a chilled glass from the side ledge—clear liquid glinting innocent, but the burn hitting sharp as whiskey scorched his throat for his late-night ritual.
Emily, thinking she’s untouchable now—Helly Paws. I’ll drag her back down, he thought, lips curling vicious around the rim, Adam’s apple bobbing swallow.
"That woman is pathetic."
"Thank god, she is staying away from Lily. Otherwise, I would have broken her legs... and hands too."
He hauled out fluid, water sheeting off body and low-slung trunks—silver watch discarded safe, stubble shadowing his sharp jaw as he towelled rough, smirk lingering on the night’s petty victory.
Then—crack. A blunt shadow swung swift from the balcony gloom; something heavy connected his temple brutal, vision exploding white stars before blackness swallowed him cold. Felix crumpled limp to the wet tiles, glass shattering nearby.
The black figure dragged Felix’s limp body deeper into the mansion’s shadowed study—marble floors scuffing faint under dead weight, past leather armchairs and oak bookshelves looming like silent judges.
They propped him slumped in a high-backed chair, wrists zip-tied loose to the armrests, pool water pooling sticky around his bare feet as they waited patient in the gloom, hammer glinting dull under a single desk lamp.
After an hour, Felix stirred groaning—strong pain throbbing at the back of his skull like a split melon, vision blurry double at first—red hair matted wet, brown eyes squinting through the haze.
As it stabilized, he focused sharp—the black figure loomed close, hooded silhouette featureless, hammer gripped casual in gloved fist—faceless threat radiating cold menace.
"Who are you...?" Felix rasped, voice thick slurred, swimmer’s build tensing futile against the bonds, trunks still dripping.
"No one." The reply came weird, distorted—voice modulator warping it metallic-gravel, genderless echo bouncing off the walls like a ghost in the machine.
"Why...?" He tugged wrists instinctive, head pounding nauseous.
"You shouldn’t touch things that don’t belong to you." Hammer tapped light rhythmic on the desk—warning tick.
"What...?" Felix blinked confused, brown eyes darting for escape, pulse hammering.
The figure raised the hammer high—poised lethal—but swung wide instead, fist cracking his jaw brutal instead. Felix reeled spitting blood, forced upright shoved into the chair’s embrace, ribs aching fire. "These were the hands, right?" the voice droned flat as they cut the zips, grabbing his right palm flat on the table—fingers splayed trembling.
One by one, the hammer smashed down with merciless precision—pinkie first—a wet crunch erupted as the hammerhead caved the knuckle flat, bone pulping instant into jelly under the blow, nail splitting bloody from the nailbed.
Felix’s scream tore raw from his throat—"AHHH! NO, GOD, STOP!"—body bucking wild against the zip-ties, chair legs scraping frantic on marble.
"PLEASE! I’M SORRY!" he begged hoarse, brown eyes bulging wild, red hair whipping sweat-slick across his forehead as snot bubbled from his nose.
Ring finger next—hammer arced down vicious, bone splintering audible like dry twigs snapping, phalanges shattering sideways in a spray of cartilage flecks.
"FUUUCK! MERCY—PLEASE, NO MORE!" Felix wailed, head thrashing side-to-side, swimmer’s torso convulsing spasms, pool trunks sodden with fear-sweat.
Middle finger pulverized third—heavy swing cracking it clean across the metacarpal, blood spraying fine arc onto the figure’s glove. "I BEG YOU! I’LL DO ANYTHING—STOP, MY HAND!" he shrieked falsetto, tears streaming hot, spit foaming at his lips, veins bulging corded in his neck.
"IS IT BECAUSE OF EMILY?!"
Index crushed fourth—hammer glancing the joint with a meaty thud, digit folding unnatural backward, skin splitting ragged to expose white bone shards.
"GOD NO—TAKE THE OTHER ONE! PLEASE, I’LL LEAVE HER ALONE!" Felix sobbed broken, voice cracking childlike, body gone limp-jerky from shock. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
Thumb final—twin blows hammering it sideways then down, pulp bursting like overripe tomato, thumbprint erased in bloody smear. "AHHH—FORGIVE ME! I’M NOTHING, STOP!"
He sagged then, wrecked gasps heaving, both hands mangled ruin on the blood-leaking table—crimson pooling glossy thick, pooling around twisted stumps, twitching fingers curling futile death-spasms.
Then the figure loomed closer, hammer traded for a steel pipe glinting under the desk lamp—expressionless void turning to Felix’s sprawled legs.
"I WILL GO TO THE POLICE!"
"You will go to the police?"
First the right femur—pipe swung baseball-crack against mid-thigh, bone snapping like rotten oak with a meaty crack—muscle tearing audible wet, leg folding unnatural inward. "NOOO—MY LEG! PLEASE, GOD, NO POLICE, I SWEAR!" Felix shrieked falsetto, body convulsing fresh agony, red hair matting blood-sweat, brown eyes rolling white.
"What about your family?"
Left femur pulverized next—heavy arc caving the shaft sideways, splintering into the marrow with a hollow thunk, knee hyperextending limp. "I WON’T TELL—HAVE MERCY, FAMILY—NO!" he begged slobbering, snot bubbling thick, swimmer’s torso arching bowstring-tight off the chair.
Arms followed ruthless—right humerus shattered overhead blow, shoulder dislocating pop-grind as the pipe dented bone deep; left radius/ulna compound-fractured in scissoring crunch, radius piercing skin white-sharp.
"STOP—I’ll DISAPPEAR! ANYTHING!" Felix wailed broken, voice shredding raw, mangled hands twitching uselessly beside the pooling crimson.
The figure leaned in final, distorted voice droning emotionlessly. "Don’t think about going to the police. I know everything about you—and where your family lives. What if your father gets killed during crossing the road? In the office? What if a truck runs over your sister? Think carefully."
Pipe clattered deliberate to the floor; the black silhouette melted into shadows, leaving Felix sagging shattered—sobs gargling blood, every twitch firing white-hot ruin, warning etched permanent in his ruined frame.
