Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 98: Do You... and Reyes Like Me Too?

"Where are we?" Emily asked softly, her voice still fragile from two weeks of intensive care—monitors beeping through nights of fevered delirium, IVs flushing toxins that had ravaged her organs, warding off infections that clawed her milky white skin raw.

Now discharged, she sat in a sleek wheelchair, pale blue sundress draping loose over her body, emerald eyes wide as they took in the sprawling mansion—marble foyer gleaming under chandeliers, floor-to-ceiling windows framing manicured gardens.

Ivory smiled warm, her frame relaxed in a crisp blouse and pants, chili pheromones blooming soothing. "This is the house I bought for you. Huge, right? Perfect for recovery."

"What?!" Emily’s full lips parted shock, wheelchair creaking as Hellen wheeled her forward gentle over polished floors.

"Kidding—someone gifted me this place. Remember Urien?" Ivory winked playful, her brown eyes glinting mischievous under the mansion’s grand foyer chandelier, her frame leaning casual against a marble pillar as chili pheromones bloomed warm and reassuring.

Emily flinched visibly, shoulders hunching instinctive in her wheelchair, phantom sting blooming on her milky white cheek—memories crashing vivid.

The sharp slap cracking her face amid gasps, icy wine drenching her sapphire gown translucent as hazel eyes blazed jealous hate.

Hellen rubbed her head tender and soothing, strong fingers threading gently through raven strands pulled into a loose ponytail, honey-citrus scent enveloping thick like a protective blanket. "No need to fear him, princess. He’s gone—out of your life for good."

"Yes, rotting in jail now—where scum like him belongs," Ivory added crisp and final, crossing her broad arms over her rumpled blouse.

"For what exactly?" Emily pressed, emerald gaze lifting curious despite the flinch, delicate hands twisting the hem of her pale blue sundress—fabric whispering soft against her plush thighs, now milky pale from hospital pallor.

"He committed felonies stacked high—assault on you, bribery rings, tax evasion, you name it. Daddy Farlok sacrificed his precious son to me like a pawn, gifted this sprawling mansion as hush money to bury the case." Ivory shrugged her powerful shoulders, suit pants shifting over muscled legs.

Emily lowered her head slow, ponytail swaying gentle like a pendulum, strands catching golden sunlight streaming through towering windows. "Corruption’s not good... ever. Even for revenge."

"It’s not corruption, Emily—it was justice carved for you," Ivory growled low and protective, fists clenching brief with restrained fury. "How dare he lay hands on you—with me right there watching?"

Emily shook her head slow and conflicted, milky cheeks flushing faint rose under the light. "Do you and Reyes... like me too? Romantically?"

Reyes and Ivory froze mid-breath—gray eyes widening shock-wide under Reyes’ baseball cap, brown ones blinking rapid—but Hellen held a normal look as she looked at Emily’s face.

"You both have that same feral look—possessive glint, pheromones spiking—like Hellen’s. So, I guessed... and I’m right, aren’t I?" Emily’s full lips quirked tentative, emerald eyes searching tentative.

Reyes nodded firm first, scarred jaw softening rare vulnerability, gloved hand flexing. "Yeah, I do—like you fierce, Emily. From day one, shadowing your mansion. Always have."

"Me too," Ivory confessed husky and raw, stepping closer with heavy boot steps, her frame towering warm. "Couldn’t help it—your kindness, that pout... hooks deep."

"Sorry, but I can’t accept anyone’s confession right now. I’m just... confused with myself." Emily rubbed her emerald eyes weary with the heels of her palms, tears pricking crystalline at the lashes. "Found out I’m an omega—everything’s upside down, biology screaming truths I never knew."

Hellen crouched swift and graceful before the wheelchair, prying Emily’s trembling hands gentle from her eyes—callused fingers warm against milky skin—pressing soft, lingering kisses to each knuckle, lips reverent as whispered promises.

Ivory knelt too beside her, broad thumb wiping tears track with callused care, chili scent wrapping comforting like spiced embrace.

"None of us want answers now, Emily—not a single one," Hellen murmured velvet-low, breath ghosting Emily’s knuckles. "Just focus on healing—physio, dialysis, walking those legs strong again."

"Are you all angry with me? I’m so dense, oblivious... maybe you think I played you all—faking to lure you in like some trap?" Emily whispered vulnerable, voice cracking fragile, sundress trembling with her shallow breaths.

"No one thinks that—ever," Reyes said fierce and immediate, gloved hand landing solid on her shoulder, cedar-steel grounding. "You’re no manipulator, Emily. You have a pure heart."

"Emily, you’re too kind, too beautiful, too sweet—that pouty smile, those emerald eyes begging without words, your scent blooming innocent. We couldn’t help falling—hooked helpless," Ivory added soft and sincere, thumb lingering on her cheekbone.

"All of us like—no, straight-up love—you exactly as you are, omega or not," Hellen affirmed rising fluid, resuming wheeling her toward sunlit floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking infinity pools and rose gardens.

Emily nodded slow, tears drying to salty glisten on milky lashes, ponytail bobbing. "I don’t even know if I like women... or alphas in general. My biology’s a total mess—first heat crashing like that? It was terrifying for me."

"Take your time, princess—no rush, no pressure," Hellen cooed affectionate, ponytail brushing Emily’s shoulder.

"Yes, all the time you need—we’re not going anywhere," Reyes echoed gruff but shy, tugging her cap lower to hide softening gray eyes. "Just concentrate on getting better, okay?"

"Why are you so good to me? Caring like this—mansion, vigils, everything?" Emily asked earnest, emerald gaze searching all three faces, sundress pooling elegant around limp legs. "I don’t deserve all this."

"Because I love you," Hellen breathed first, her eyes softening with rare tenderness, blonde ponytail swaying as she leaned closer, voice dropping to a warm murmur that wrapped around Emily like her honey-citrus scent.

"Me too—always have," Reyes grunted honest and gruff, her scarred jaw quirking into a faint, crooked smile, gray eyes flickering vulnerable under her baseball cap as she shifted her weight, gloved hand lingering near Emily’s.

"I love you too, Emily—simple as that," Ivory vowed next, her voice thick with raw feeling, brown eyes steady and warm as she loomed over her protectively.

"We’d do anything for you," Hellen added heated but gentle, her fists relaxing slow at her sides. "Your parents who poisoned you, Urien who struck you—anyone who’s ever hurt you will answer for it, one way or another."

"Just get strong first—focus on walking, thriving again," Reyes urged practical yet soft, her gloved hand brushing Emily’s knuckles light and fleeting. "We’ll handle the rest together, every step."