Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 80: You Can’t Keep Her Happy

"What did I do to him?" Reyes countered, gray eyes narrowing further under tousled hair, the oversized black sweatshirt straining taut across her broad shoulders as she held Hellen’s stare unflinching across the congealing breakfast plates—syrup puddles hardening sticky, bacon curling cold at the edges.

Hellen smirked slow and knowing, ice-blue gaze glinting sharp under loose blonde waves that spilled soft over her gray hoodie collar. "You entered his house and did what you did—don’t play coy with me, soldier. I can smell the guilt on you."

"How can you be so certain?" Reyes pressed, scarred jaw ticking faint with restrained tension.

"I can read other people’s faces like open books, especially despicable ones like yours," Hellen replied smoothly as silk.

Reyes shook her head slow, exhaling sharp through her nose. "Fine, let’s both be honest here. We both are alphas... dominant ones at that, and we like a single woman... who I suspect is an omega hiding in plain sight."

Hellen stayed silent a long beat, lips pressing thin—loose waves curtaining her unreadable expression, eyes flickering with guarded calculation as the breakfast steam fully died.

"So, she is an omega," Reyes’s eyes widened triumphant, leaning forward with elbows planted firm on the oak. "Why did she hide her real gender all this time?"

"I don’t know the reason, but I don’t care what her gender is—she’s Emily, that’s enough," Hellen stated flat and final, gaze steady as stone.

"I don’t care too," Reyes agreed quick, her gray gaze softening just a fraction, shoulders easing under the sweatshirt.

"So, you attacked Kien?" Hellen probed next, brow arching sly.

"You attacked Felix?" Reyes shot back in perfect sync, smirks mirroring wolfish across the table.

"We both did attack them, didn’t we?" Hellen murmured low, her smirk deepening as she leaned back, loose blonde waves shifting like a lion’s mane.

Reyes snorted low and rough, "Yes, I attacked him—made sure he won’t grab anyone again. Why didn’t you attack Kien?"

"Emily never told me his name straight. Whenever I asked, she dodged like a pro. It was through your actions—reading the news this morning—that I came to know his name," Hellen explained coolly.

"I don’t like Emily getting hurt by weird, perverted alphas like them," Reyes growled low, gray eyes darkening possessive under tousled hair, oversized black sweatshirt sleeves bunching as her scarred fists clenched on the table—uneaten pancakes congealing forgotten beside her.

"Same here. Earning Emily’s trust is too easy, especially with her kind nature—she lets anyone in," Hellen agreed terse, loose blonde waves shifting as she shoved her plate aside, ice-blue gaze flashing rivalry over the table.

"I love Emily, and I want her to marry me. I want her swollen with my kids, belly round as my wife," Reyes stated raw, leaning forward intense, brogues scraping deliberate under the table.

"You are showing your alpha to me, aren’t you?" Hellen snarled sharp, blonde waves flaring wild. "You’re just a bodyguard, Reyes. You can’t keep her happy long-term."

"I will manage," Reyes shot back steel-calm, gray stare unyielding.

"Tch! She’ll be my wife, birthing my kids. I’ll bite her nape, mark her eternal, rut her proper till she begs," Hellen hissed possessive, gray hoodie sleeve slamming the table faint—plates rattling.

"Now, you are showing your alpha. You aren’t good for her," Reyes countered flat, jaw ticking.

"Are you? It’s Emily’s kindness letting you sit at her dining table. You’re her friend—nothing more," Hellen spat, eyes boring holes.

"And you’re the best friend," Reyes sneered final, arms crossing—the two alphas locked in snarling standoff, food cold witness to their omega claim.

"What can you give her?" Hellen demanded, ice-blue eyes narrowing to slits across the abandoned breakfast wreckage—loose blonde waves quivering with barely leashed fury, gray hoodie sleeve fisted white-knuckled on the table.

"Love," Reyes answered simple, gray gaze unflinching under tousled hair, her scarred jaw set firm as the oversized black sweatshirt stretched taut over crossed arms.

"Tch! I can love her better than you ever could," Hellen snarled, leaning forward aggressive, breakfast plates shoved carelessly aside.

"You wish. Can you kiss her like I can?" Reyes taunted smooth, smirk wolfish tugging her lips.

"Virgins shouldn’t talk about adult things," Hellen fired back sharp, loose waves spilling wild as she scoffed.

"You’re a virgin yourself. At best, you would’ve rubbed your dick with your hands alone," Reyes retorted gravel-low, gray eyes glinting vicious.

"And you must’ve humped your bed like a desperate pup," Hellen hissed, fist slamming faint—muffin crumbs jumping.

"Yours must be small," Reyes needled, brogues shifting predatory under the table.

"Yours must be micro," Hellen snapped, eyes flashing with anger.

"How did you know?" Reyes drawled mock-surprised, smirk deepening.

"I can ask the same question to you," Hellen growled back.

"Don’t worry, Emily will tell you how big I am—as her best friend—when she becomes my wife," Reyes drawled smug, gray eyes glinting victorious, leaning back in her chair with arms crossed.

"Emily will tell you about my dick size. She’ll gasp how big it is, how she can’t take it all," Hellen fired back venomous, loose blonde waves flaring as she slammed a fist on the table—plates rattling amid the cold breakfast ruins.

"Emily will see stars when I enter her—my dick claiming her totally, stretching her perfect," Reyes growled low, scarred jaw ticking possessively.

"My dick will ruin her. I’ll fuck her so deep she can’t stand straight after," Hellen snarled, ice-blue eyes blazing rut-lust across the table.

"Yeah, I’ll fuck her so hard she can’t even talk—voice gone hoarse from screaming my name," Reyes topped husky, brogues scraping predatory under the table, gray eyes locked feral on Hellen.

"Yeah? She’ll take my dick into her mouth—lips stretched worship-sweet around me," Hellen snarled back, loose blonde waves wild, gaze burning possessively as her fist dented the oak faint.

"She’ll take mine—swallowing deep till tears stream," Reyes growled instant, scarred jaw clenching, oversized sweatshirt taut over heaving chest.

"She’ll kiss my dick like it’s her favourite treat—couldn’t resist," Hellen hissed, leaning aggressive.

"She’ll love my dick—addicted, begging nightly," Reyes topped vicious, smirks mirroring savage.

"Uhmm... guys, what are you talking about?" Emily’s voice cut sudden from the stairs, hair swaying as she padded back barefoot—emerald eyes wide confused, oblivious to the pheromone-charged standoff she’d interrupted.