Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 88: Lily Throws a Cat Costume at My Face

Emily bolted barefoot to the door, her raven tendrils bouncing wildly as she flung it open—only to freeze, emerald eyes widening in shock.

Lily stood there, porcelain skin stretched taut with fury, orange hair glowing like embers under the porch light, arms crossed tight over a sleek designer coat that radiated uninvited superiority.

Beside her feet sat the discarded box of Helly Paws merchandise, mud-streaked and abandoned.

"Why did you put them on the ground?!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"Why did you send these pathetic things to me?" Lily snarled, her voice a venomous whip. The woman in front of her was an omega, but hid her true gender. But did that mean she would show some mercy to her?

No.

Never.

Emily dropped to her knees instinctively, plump thighs straining her culotte pants as she reached for the box, but Lily’s manicured hand shot out, seizing her wrists in a bruising grip.

"You sent them to me. Are you mocking me?" Lily hissed, eyes flashing triumph. "How many times will I ask the same question to you, Emily?"

"No! It’s to thank you!" Emily yelped, struggling futilely, her smaller frame no match for the real alpha’s strength. "I gifted them because I felt I owed you something!"

"Owe me?" Lily echoed, mocking, her lips curling into a cruel smirk.

"Yes!" Emily gasped as Lily released her abruptly. She scrambled to haul the heavy box inside, muscles burning from the effort—her softened, post-eunuch body—omega body—lacking the power she never had.

Panting, she nudged the door shut, but Lily shoved her hard; Emily tumbled back onto the plush foyer rug with a thud.

"Not so fast," Lily purred, slamming the door herself and twisting the lock with finality. She loomed over Emily, who pushed up on trembling elbows, tears welling in her emerald eyes, cheeks flushing hot with fear and humiliation.

"What do you want from me?" Emily whispered, voice cracking with fear. She was scared of Lily, who was giving her a predatory look.

"Nothing... or everything," Lily purred silkily, her designer heel kicking the box open with a sharp thud that reverberated through the foyer.

She snatched the cat costume—fluffy black ears perked mockingly, whisker embroidery curling wicked across the cute black dress, tail swaying like a taunt—and hurled it straight at Emily’s face.

The soft fabric smothered her vision for a heartbeat, fuzz tickling her tear-damp cheeks as it flopped heavily into her lap.

"Change into it," Lily ordered, her voice a steel command brooking no defiance, flooding Emily’s knees until they buckled, plush thighs quivering under the culotte pants.

Emily scrambled back on the rug, heart hammering wild, the Helly Paws tag glinting cruelly as fluffy ears flopped aside her hips.

Tears streaked her flushed cheeks, emerald eyes wide with terror and confusion, but Lily loomed unyielding—orange hair aflame in the chandelier glow, porcelain skin taut over her predatory frame.

"Put it on. Now," Lily hissed, slamming the box shut with a whip-crack echo, manicured nails tapping impatient rhythm on her thigh—each click a silent threat—as her heels stabbed the box, arms uncrossing to reveal the glint of menace in her eyes.

Emily’s trembling hands clutched the costume, fingers twisting the whiskered fabric while her breezy tank top clung damp to full curves, raven waves straightened sleek for once—cascading glossy down her back, tied with a crimson ribbon fluttering soft at her nape, skin still glowing fresh from the shower.

"P-please... I didn’t mean to offend you," she whimpered, voice shattering like glass.

Lily’s laugh sliced cold and triumphant. "Offend? This is repayment, Emily. Dress up like the fraud you peddle, or your billboards—your whole company—crumbles by tomorrow. I am still more famous than you."

Her eyes gleamed feral, the locked door sealing Emily’s doom as her hands inched upward toward her tank top hem, compliance clawing through the fear.

"Please..."

"What about your little friends? I will not spare them, Emily."

"No! Please... I will do it... I will wear..."

Emily’s fingers shook as she gripped the cat costume, the fluffy black ears drooping sadly in her lap while the whisker-embroidered dress and swaying tail mocked her from the Helly Paws tag.

Her top clung damp to her skin from nervous sweat. Tears carved hot paths down her flushed cheeks, emerald eyes darting pleadingly up at Lily, but her predatory smirk only deepened.

"P-please, Lily... I swear it was just a gift," Emily whimpered, voice a fragile thread, knees buckling further under the suffocating command. It was her last effort to change Lily’s mind.

She clutched the fabric harder, heart thundering against her ribs, the cute dress’s soft material whispering against her trembling palms.

Lily’s laugh sliced the air, low and venomous, her porcelain features sharpening as she circled closer, heels stabbing the hardwood like declarations of dominance. "A gift? I don’t you’re your gift. Strip, girl—wear what you sell. Or, your little fanbase will love seeing the real you... on your knees."

Her manicured nails flexed, aura pulsing heavier, forcing Emily’s hands to rise inch by agonizing inch toward her tank top’s hem, compliance clawing through her terror.

"Can I go up...?" Emily whispered, voice trembling as she clutched the cat costume tighter, emerald eyes pleading up at Lily from the rug.

"Why? Change in front of me," Lily snapped, orange hair catching the light like fire, her eyes pressing down harder, manicured nails drumming impatient on her thigh.

"Please... I can’t..." Emily whimpered, cheeks burning crimson, plush thighs quivering under the culottes as her face turned red under the humiliation she was subjected to.

"Why? You’re a model, aren’t you?" Lily mocked, smirking coldly, porcelain features sharpening as she loomed closer, heels clicking ominous.

"Please... Lily... let me go upstairs," Emily begged, tears spilling fresh, raven waves with crimson ribbon swaying as she pushed up shakily.

"Fine," Lily relented with a silky hiss, eyes glinting predatory. "But come down within ten minutes. I can’t wait for you." She stepped back just enough, arms crossing, the locked door a cage behind them.