Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 90: This Isn’t a Dream?
After Lily finally left, her heels clicking triumphantly down the porch steps, I collapsed onto the foyer rug in a trembling heap—fluffy cat ears askew atop my tousled raven waves, whisker-embroidered dress hiked scandalously high on my plush thighs, pink panties still damp with shameful slick.
Why am I releasing slick even though I am not an omega? OG Emily’s surgery this successful?
Crumbs dusted my full lips and cleavage, hibiscus oil clinging sticky to my olive skin, the pain in my pinkie nail throbbing like a brand of humiliation. Why? I thought, tears carving fresh paths over my flushed cheeks. I just sent a thank-you gift...
The doorbell chimed sharp, jolting me upright. I staggered to my feet, tail swaying limp, and flung the door wide—still trapped in this degrading costume, my bun fully unravelled into glossy wild cascades down my back.
Hellen stood there, blonde ponytail sleek under the porch light, eyes widening feral as her honey-citrus pheromones spiked thickly, nostrils flaring at the faint scent trace on my skin.
"Emily, why are you in this costume?" Hellen’s voice dropped cold as steel, jacket sleeves straining over tensed biceps.
"Because—" I started, emerald eyes pleading, ready to spill every grievance.
"You have another alpha’s scent imprinted on you," she cut in, stepping inside uninvited, broad frame crowding the foyer as she slammed the door shut.
I stumbled back, heart hammering like a trapped bird, my plush curves jiggling softly under the tight cat costume—fluffy ears flopping pathetic atop my tousled raven waves, whisker-embroidered dress riding high to flash pink lace with every panicked step.
Was this a dream? No—the sharp throb in my pinkie nail grounded me, a cruel reminder of Lily’s nail-yank, my skin still prickling from her touch.
"Hellen... are you angry?" I whispered, voice cracking fragile, emerald eyes pleading up at her as tears welled fresh. Was Hellen angry because she thought that I made another friend?
She snarled low, stalking closer like a predator, blonde ponytail lashing sharp like a whip, ice-blue eyes narrowing to slits. "Were you meeting some alpha secretly, Emily? Dressed like this?"
"What?! You’re talking like I’m fooling around with one!" I yelped, hands twisting the dress hem, full breasts heaving with each ragged breath. "I am an alpha!"
"I can smell another alpha’s scent on you. Subtle, but it’s there—clinging to your skin, your hair." Her gaze raked me head to toe, feral hunger flashing as cat ears sagged, tail curled limp, pink panties peeking traitorously. Honey-citrus pheromones spiked thick, dizzying.
"Alpha? The only one here was Lily, who’s an omega—she forced her way in, made me..." I blurted, cheeks flaming crimson.
Her eyes flashed volcanic, jaw ticking hard. "Lily? Are you sure? Emily, I can’t take it anymore. You’re too dense, too oblivious—I hate it. Parading around, letting other alphas mark you like this with their scents."
"Hellen, please—we’re friends, you know that!" I retreated fast, back slamming the wall, cool plaster shocking my heated skin, thighs clenching as slick heat bloomed unbidden low. Why am I having a reaction now?!
"I know your secret, Emily," she growled, looming inches away now, gloved hands slamming the wall on either side of my head—caging me effortless, her powerful frame eclipsing the light.
My heart seized, breath hitching. "Hellen, you... how? When?"
"Since the first day. Your scent, your reactions—it screams omega. I’ve been playing along, but no more." Her voice roughened, fists clenching white-knuckled.
"What?! I am not an omega!" My eyes were wide with shock. I was an eunuch, not an omega. Was the surgery this deceptive?
"I have smelled that unique scent of yours which screamed that you are an omega."
"I can’t be an oemega! I am an eunuch!"
"Eunuch? Sure, you can be. Why? Because you like tying to me too much... I can’t take it anymore, and I can’t act as your best friend anymore."
"What are you saying? Hellen, I..."
"I like you, Emily. The limit’s breached—I can’t hold back anymore."
"What? You’re my best friend! This isn’t you!"
"How many more alphas are you going to bewitch, huh? Reyes, Ivory, now Lily? Strutting in that costume, reeking of her?"
"Lily is an omega!"
"Is that so? Then, why am I smelling an alpha’s smell on you?"
"What are you saying?! I didn’t ask for any of this! Besides, you are just being overprotective of me!"
"Why am I so overprotective of you?"
"Because we are friends! Best friends!"
"Does a best friend give her phone password just like me?
"I..."
"Does a best friend let her so-called best friend siton her lap?"
"Yes, I-I..."
"Does a best friend feed with her hands just like me?"
"You..." Her words were making me self-conscious.
"You’re a good person, Emily—so sweet, so dense. But I’m not good. This ’best friend’ façade? It’s cracking wide open." She leaned closer, breath ghosting my lips.
"You’re my best friend! You are a good person—please, don’t do this!" I tried to reason with her.
"Best friend?" She laughed dark, husky, hot breath fanning my nape as her nose brushed my pulse. "Fuck that. I want to rut you... raw right here, swell that soft belly with my pups, milk those fat tits until they drip for me. Trap you in my bed, fuck you senseless every hour till you beg for my knot."
"I’m not gay! I’m an alpha—remember?!" I shrieked, slick heat flooding my core despite the denial, thighs rubbing instinctive, cat tail twitching wild.
"Again, with that same nonsense?"
"Yes!"
"Are you sure?" Her gloved hands snapped up lightning-fast, pinning my wrists high above my head in one iron grip—effortless alpha power caging my smaller frame against the wall. She buried her nose deep in the crook of my neck, inhaling slow, deliberate. "Liar. You reek of your omega sweetness."
"Hellen—wait, no—mphhh!" My protest drowned instant as her full lips crashed down on mine, hot and possessive, devouring me slow like she owned every inch. Is this a dream? It must be!
But why am I feeling everything as if its real? I had already had sex with Hellen in my dream. I am not an omega, am I? No, I can’t be.
Her tongue plunged past my parted lips, thick and demanding, stroking deep into my mouth—tasting the lingering biscuits’ buttery sweetness, my salty tears, the hibiscus tang on my tongue.
She angled her head, deepening the kiss, teeth nipping my full lower lip sharp enough to sting before soothing with a slow, sucking pull that drew a helpless whimper from my throat.
Her free hand cupped my jaw firm, thumb stroking my cheekbone as she tilted me higher, tongue curling possessive around mine in wet, rhythmic thrusts—mimicking filthier promises—honey-citrus pheromones flooding my senses, drowning me in feral alpha hunger.
My plush body arched helpless into her, nipples getting hard against the costume fabric, slick thighs quivering as the eunuch lie shattered completely under her unyielding, devouring kiss.
Why am I reacting like this? My mind reeled, slick heat pulsing hot between my thighs, nipples aching against the costume’s taut fabric as Hellen’s kiss lingered on my swollen lips—tongue still tingling from her possessive thrusts.
She released me abruptly, gloved thumb smearing the glossy mixture of our saliva across my full, bruised lips in a slow, claiming drag, eyes burning with feral satisfaction. My breath hitched ragged, emerald gaze locking on hers through tear-clumped lashes, raven waves sticking damp to my flushed cheeks.
"You’re an omega, Emily. No matter how much you lie," she growled low, voice rough with rut-hunger, honey-citrus pheromones thickening the air like a drug.
I stared up at her, tears spilling hot down my olive skin. "Hellen, you were my best friend..."
"I want to be your husband—or alpha wife. Pick whatever you want." Her gaze dropped hungry to my swollen lips.
She stepped back deliberate, releasing my wrists—red marks blooming where her grip had caged me.
"I’ll give you time to digest this. But don’t think I’m done claiming what’s mine."
"I am not yours! And I am alpha! I mean, eunuch!"
"Really? I don’t give a damn to your gender."
With that, she turned sharp, slamming the door behind her, leaving me slumped against the wall—cat tail limp, body quivering with betrayal, arousal, and the shattering of every lie I’d clung to.
