Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 79: Emily Is Too Kind

Yesterday’s incident with Felix left Emily shaken to her core—what had she done to deserve his aggression? She rubbed her eyes roughly as fresh tears welled up, emerald gaze blurred and distant in the morning light filtering through the dining room windows.

She didn’t understand the reason for malice that the male leads held for her. There was no connection between her and Lily since months. Did Lily sent Felix to trouble her?

’I hate Lily... she is the reason...’

Reyes and Hellen had stayed the night, refusing to leave her alone after the mall confrontation—alpha protectiveness anchoring them close.

Now they sat at the dining table, steam rising from takeout boxes unpacked lavishly.

The fluffy buttermilk pancakes stacked golden three-high, drowning in maple syrup rivers with pats of melting butter pooling edges; crispy bacon rashers thick-cut and curling crisp, fat-marbled strips glistening amber; scrambled eggs creamy-silky flecked with chives and cheddar shreds, served beside golden hash brown patties shredded potato crisp outside, fluffy within; fresh orange juice pulped vibrant in frosted pitchers, sausage links plump-juiciest seared perfect with black pepper crust; blueberry muffins domed-high, crumbly tops studded jewel-like berries, and cinnamon rolls gooey-swirled icing cascading thick white.

Hellen sat to Emily’s right, blonde hair loose and tousled from sleep instead of her usual ponytail, falling in soft waves around her shoulders over a borrowed gray hoodie zipped casual atop a white tank.

Her eyes watchful as she speared a sausage link, offering it across.

Reyes flanked left, gray gaze soft under tousled cap-less hair, wearing Emily’s oversized black sweatshirt stretched taut across her broad shoulders—scarred jaw relaxed as she forked pancakes onto Emily’s plate first, frame angled with protectiveness.

Emily poked a bacon strip listless, crisp snap yielding smoky-sweet under her fingers, tears dripping silent into the syrup gleam—salty drops pooling amid the golden stickiness on her plate.

"Emily, don’t cry, will you?" Hellen murmured soft, leaning across from her right—blonde hair loose and tousled framing her face, gray hoodie sleeve brushing Emily’s cheek as she thumbed tears gentle from olive skin, ice-blue eyes tender concern.

"It’s just... I don’t know what I did to deserve that from him," Emily whispered, voice cracking small, gaze downcast at the scattered pancake crumbs.

"He’s a madman, plain and simple," Reyes stated firm from her left, gray gaze hardening flint under tousled hair, oversized black sweatshirt shifting as she squeezed Emily’s knee reassuring under the table.

"I know. But I didn’t deserve that treatment," Emily agreed, sniffling as she straightened, high ponytail swaying faint.

"Don’t worry—he’ll get what he deserves," Hellen promised low, wiping a final tear-track, her loose waves spilling forward like a curtain.

Emily nodded slow, grabbing her phone with shaky fingers—scrolling news absentminded at first through morning headlines. Then her thumb froze.

[Pharma Business Heir, Felix was brutally beaten by some masked men, leaving him in near-death condition!!]

"What? Felix was attacked last night!" Emily gasped, thrusting the screen toward them—article detailing poolside ambush, mangled fingers and broken bones, no suspects.

"Is that right?" Reyes leaned in sharp, gray eyes flicking to Hellen’s blank face—tension crackling subtle electric.

"Look—there’s also an article about Kien getting attacked," Emily scrolled frantic, voice pitching high—another headline. "It’s about a month ago."

[Private Security Empire’s ruler Kien was brutally beaten by thugs in his home!!]

Hellen’s gaze slid to Reyes, unreadable pause stretching heavy amid the cooling breakfast steam—forks paused mid-air, syrup congealing sticky on forgotten plates.

"Shouldn’t you be happy?" Hellen asked soft, loose blonde waves framing her concerned face as she set down her sausage link. "You hate him, don’t you?"

"I should... but I don’t want them hurt like that. They are beaten so inhumanely," Emily replied quiet, emerald eyes troubled as she pushed her bacon aside. "I hope the associated culprits are caught." As much she hated them, she didn’t want them to be hurt like this.

Hellen and Reyes exchanged quick looks—subtle flicker of something unspoken passing between them.

"You’re too kind," Hellen said warm, reaching over to rub Emily’s head gentle, fingers threading through her high ponytail base. "Don’t worry at all... I think the culprits will be caught."

’My wife is so kind.’

Reyes pinched Emily’s cheek playful, gray gaze softening under tousled hair. "Yes, she’s correct. That’s your specialty—being kind, even to jerks."

’Emily is so kind... even to the people who hurt her.’

"Don’t praise me while bullying me," Emily grumbled, swatting Reyes’ hand light as she stood, chair scraping the floor. "I need ten minutes, okay? I have some work upstairs. You can finish eating if you want."

"We’ll wait for you," Hellen promised, her voice soft and reassuring, a small smile curving her lips as loose blonde waves framed her face in the morning light. Her eyes followed after Emily as climbed the stairs.

"Yes, we’ll wait. You can take as much time as you want," Reyes echoed firm, her tone steady like a vow, brogues shifting restless under the table as her gray gaze tracked Emily’s retreat.

Emily nodded grateful, padding off barefoot—high ponytail swaying up the stairs, leaving the alphas in weighted quiet, breakfast aromas fading as their shared glance lingered telling.

After Emily vanished upstairs—her footsteps fading into muffled creaks, bedroom door latching soft—Reyes set her fork down deliberate, gray eyes locking sharp on Hellen across the syrup-sticky table, scarred jaw tightening under tousled hair.

"What did you do to Felix?" Reyes asked low, voice gravel-rough edged with accusation, oversized black sweatshirt shifting as she leaned forward elbows-on-oak.

"What do you mean?" Hellen replied cool, gaze unwavering as she speared a hash brown casual—loose blonde waves spilling over her gray hoodie, morning light gilding the casual defiance.

"I was in the military, and now I work as a bodyguard. I can read intentions clear as day—yours included," Reyes pressed, brogues stilling under the table, exuding that sniper-focus calm.

Hellen paused mid-bite, brow arching subtle. "What about Kien then?"

"What do you mean?" Reyes countered instant, gray stare narrowing flinty.

"What did you do to him?" Hellen fired back smooth, setting her fork precise beside the plate—twin alphas mirroring locked stares across the abandoned breakfast spread, tension crackling thick as congealed syrup, secrets hovering unspoken in the sunlit hush.