Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 85: Yoga

Three days had passed since I met Ivory, and she’d slipped seamlessly into my circle as a friend—right alongside Hellen and Reyes, who weren’t exactly thrilled about the new addition, their texts dripping with playful sulkiness. Or at least, that’s what I think.

They must be jealous, I mused with a private smirk, figuring they thought they were my only friends—proprietary alphas guarding their territory. Did they forget that I am an alpha too?

Yes, a eunuch was an alpha once, right? Even if I am swordless, I still was a ’knight’ before my predecessor castrated herself.

I was in a sleek sports bra and yoga pants, a loose mesh top draped over for breathability, flowing through poses on the living room mat.

Ivory had insisted my body needed movement after all the stress, but since heavy workouts weren’t my thing, yoga was perfect—low strain, full benefits, limbering me out without breaking a sweat.

Ponytail swinging steady, I followed the video tutorial on the screen, downward dog melting into a warrior’s pose. After a solid half-hour, muscles humming warm, I stood tall—stretching arms overhead before grabbing my electrolyte-spiked water, gulping it down cool and tangy.

"Yoga is tiresome too, but my body needs some physical activity."

I peeled off the mesh top, tossing it careless onto the couch, then sank onto the adjacent one—fingers tugging the scrunchie free. Raven waves tumbled wild down my back as I shook my head loose, rising fluid to pad upstairs barefoot.

In the bathroom, I stripped slow and deliberate—sports bra peeling up first, freeing my fuller breasts with a soft bounce, the cool air kissing my skin and tightening those rounder, perkier nipples into dusky peaks that begged a lingering glance.

"How long will my skin stay in olive colour? Hellen told that I needed at least a week more before I gain my original colour."

Yoga pants slid down next, hugging my thickened thighs and rounder ass before pooling at my ankles, olive curves gleaming soft in the vanity glow—hips wider now, waist nipping tighter, a subtle hourglass blooming unbidden.

"My breasts and ass have been growing since the last two weeks. Did I hit a growth spurt or something?"

"Will my height increase too?" Maybe not.

Steam bloomed thick as I cranked the shower hot, glass fogging quick while I stepped under the cascading spray—head tipping back first, emerald waves darkening to slick ropes plastered down my spine.

Helly Paws was growing rapidly—even my calculations were proved wrong. That day will come soon when I open my everyday line.

Water sluiced rivulets over every swell and dip—high-pressure jets pounding my shoulders loose, then lower to trace the new heft of my breasts, soap lathering creamy between them, thumbs circling those perky nipples unthinking till they throbbed rosy and sensitive.

"I was jealous when I saw Ivory’s big chest. But now, if my breasts—no, I can’t take too much back pain. It was better to have my previous sizes."

Can someone make them to their original sizes again?

I lingered there, breath hitching faint, rinsing slow before palms skated down my taut belly, suds foaming over flared hips and that plumper ass—fingers kneading deep into the firm flesh, feeling it yield plush under my grip, heat pooling low despite myself.

"Okay, I am really behaving like a teenager here who just hit her growth spurt."

Shampoo came next, nails scrubbing scalp vigorous, lather spilling fragrant down my back as I arched into the stream—conditioner melting in after, detangling those wild waves while the heat worked miracles on knotted muscles from yesterday’s poses.

Body wash followed thorough—loofah swirling lazy circles over arms, legs, between thighs where skin flushed warmest—every crease and curve soaped perfect, rinsed pristine till my olive glow turned petal-soft, steam-hazed air thick with vanilla and eucalyptus.

"Should I launch the everyday line by the next month?"

I mean, it was possible. We have enough money to launch the line by next month. Our loyal customer base was impenetrable. There was no way our everyday line would fail. Not even a single bit.

Finally sated, I shut the water with a reluctant sigh, grabbing the fluffiest towel to pat dry—wrapping it snug underarms, tucking the edge secure over my deepened cleavage, stray droplets tracing lazy paths down my calves as I stepped out reborn, mirror half-clear now to wink at the stranger’s lush reflection staring back.

"Maybe I do like my new appearance a bit."

Fine, I do like my new appearance. Tell me, who doesn’t want to be more beautiful than before? I, for one, want to be more beautiful... though, I am an eunuch.

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A few days prior, I’d shipped Lily a box of Helly Paws merchandise—plushies, tees, biscuits, and even some designer dresses—to settle that nagging debt of gratitude from months back when she’d yanked me out of danger. No warmth behind it; just a simple calculation to erase what I owed her, slate wiped clean.

I don’t like Lily one bit. She’s the heroine of this twisted world, strutting like she’s God’s gift while lording her omega glow over everyone—thinking herself leagues above a villainess like me.

"I hate her."

I don’t give a damn what she believes about me; I just want zero trouble from her orbit, no hooded goons or petty hexes circling back.

"Lily was their motive, wasn’t she?"

I lounged in a breezy tank top and loose culotte pants, raven waves straightened sleek for once—cascading glossy down my back, tied off with a crimson ribbon that fluttered soft at my nape, fresh from the shower’s glow.

Suddenly, the doorbell chimed sharp through the mansion’s hush.

My face blossomed into a bright, eager smile—it must be Hellen, probably swinging by to meet with me. A sudden warmth bloomed in my chest as I missed her.

I bolted to the door barefoot, ponytail tendrils bouncing, flinging it wide—only to freeze as Lily stood there glaring daggers, porcelain skin taut with fury, her arms crossed tight over a designer coat that screamed uninvited judgment.