Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 86: Emily Is Mocking Me!

Lily lounged imperial in her spa room, steam-hazed air thick with lavender and eucalyptus—every inch the actress and hidden alpha demanding her due, porcelain skin glowing under soft recessed lights as she cradled a crystal goblet of chilled rosé.

Two betas knelt at her hands, files whispering over her oval nails with reverent precision; another pair mirrored them at her feet, toes splaying delicate under their buffing pads.

A final duo painted glossy crimson polish stroke by flawless stroke across fingers and toes alike, while a burly alpha masseuse kneaded her scalp deep—fingers burrowing through her silken orange waves, drawing a rare purr from her throat.

On the wall-mounted screen, her latest blockbuster flickered, her own flawless face smirking back in high-def glory. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"I am the best actress of my generation, aren’t I?"

The servants nodded their heads in agreement.

The frosted glass door hissed open, and Faye strode in casual—box tucked under one arm, leather jacket slung over her shoulder, alpha swagger cutting the pampered haze like a blade.

"Yo, cousin! What’re you doing?" Faye grinned wide, boots tracking faint spa grit across the heated marble.

Lily snarled low, omega-sweet mask cracking to bare alpha fangs—eyes flashing molten over her goblet rim. "Can’t you see?"

"Yeah, pampering yourself rotten," Faye shot back easy, nodding at the screen where Lily’s character slayed dragons. "Living the dream."

"What are you here for? Want a mani too?" Lily drawled cool, flexing one dripping hand dismissive—nails gleaming wet scarlet.

Faye laughed bark-sharp. "I like doing these myself. Besides, I’m alpha—my girlfriend demands them, and I deliver." She hefted the box higher, logo glinting.

Lily’s laugh slithered cold as January ice, full lips curling cruel. "You learned that for her? Pathetic. What if she ditches you for a real provider?"

"Don’t plant doubts in my head, cousin—it’s futile," Faye growled light, jaw ticking. "Look, I brought a box with your name stamped on it."

Lily snapped her fingers crisp—servants scattering like startled doves, door whispering shut behind them. She sat up fluid, silk robe pooling at her elbows, orange waves tumbling artful over one shoulder. "What’s in the box?"

Faye dropped to one knee, slicing the tape efficient with a pocket knife—curiosity sparking her hazel eyes. "I’m dying to know myself."

"Why’re you so excited?" Lily arched a perfect brow, leaning forward predatory.

"Because of this," Faye triumphed, flipping the flaps wide. The massive box yawned open—Helly Paws paradise exploding out—hoodies in every pastel shade, gossamer gowns embroidered with paw prints, costumes fluffy-tailed and whiskered, pencils etched with grinning critters, biscuits moulded into foxes and bunnies, even omega chokers glittering delicate and heat-suppressant band-aids tucked discreet in a velvet pouch.

Lily’s flawless expression cracked—porcelain fracturing to raw fury, pheromones spiking sour like curdled cream. "What the hell are all these... things?"

"Helly Paws courier dropped it—direct to you," Faye confirmed, fishing deeper with a whistle.

"What?!" Lily hissed, snatching a hoodie to glare at the embossed logo, pink paws mocking her from the tag.

"Oh, there’s a note," Faye added sly, unfolding the crisp cardstock.

[Thank you for saving me at that time. I don’t like you, and you don’t like me. So, this is a thank-you present with all the limited-edition merchandise. Bye.]

Lily’s face turned arctic cold, alpha rage boiling beneath—nostrils flaring, knuckles blanching around the fabric. Was Emily mocking her? That two-faced bitch. Does she think that she was above her because of some pet clothes?

"Wow, she went all out—omega chokers, heat band-aids, the works," Faye marvelled, dangling a glittery choker teasing. "But you aren’t an omega."

"How dare she?!" Lily roared, snatching the items from Faye’s grip and hurling them wild—hoodies thudding, biscuits shattering across marble, gowns fluttering like defeated flags.

"Hey! I could’ve given that to my girlfriend!" Faye yelled indignant, stomping a biscuit flat.

"That fucking fake alpha dares to mock me!" Lily seethed, pacing feral now, robe gaping to bare toned thigh—eyes wild, orange hair whipping as she whirled.

"Lily, listen—" Faye started placating, hands up.

"Faye, she’s mocking me!" Lily spat venomous.

"I don’t think so. She’s just thanking you for the save," Faye reasoned firm, crouching to salvage a paw pencil.

"Like hell! A fucking omega who hides her scent and stalked me thinks she can mock me? I’ll rut her senseless—she can’t do a damn thing about it!" Lily snarled unhinged, alpha musk flooding the room musky and thick.

"Lily—you’re crossing the line," Faye warned low, eyes hardening rapidly. This was crossing the line. Why was her cousin trying to devalue Emily because of her gender?

Lily crouched swift like a panther, scooping the wreckage ruthless into the box—torn biscuits crumbling, chokers tangling—before storming to the door, orange streaming wild. "Butler! Prep my clothes—I’m throwing this garbage in her smug face myself."

Faye shook her head slow and heavy at her cousin’s explosive exit, orange tendrils swaying with the motion—boots rooted firm on the spa’s heated marble now littered with biscuit crumbs and crumpled paw prints.

Her cousin was the one truly faking her gender, Faye mused bitter; Lily was alpha through and through, raw power simmering under that porcelain omega facade. No one had ever questioned it—industry assumed her delicate actress bloom meant omega, and Lily never bothered clarifying, thriving on the deception like a shadow queen.

Due to this, Lily even used many alphas around her for more power. The orange-haired woman had a lot of hidden businesses, which were going to stay hidden like her gender as she wasn’t going to make their information public any time soon.

"Lily’s going impulsive day by day," Faye muttered low to the butler, who’d materialized silent at the doorway—crisp uniform starched, silver tray balanced effortless despite the chaos.

The butler nodded grave, liver-spotted hands folding precise behind his back, eyes glinting knowing under bushy brows. "Ms. Lily’s temper worsens by the week, ma’am—unleashed storms behind closed doors."

Faye snorted wry, kicking a stray towel aside as she grabbed her jacket. "I hope someday her adoring fans glimpse the real her—fangs bared, not that airbrushed smile."