Villainess Marked For Her Alpha Chapter 103: Brave as Hell

Emily woke groggy after Hellen gently shook her for dinner, her milky white fra heavy with fatigue—haemoglobin hovering near 8, sapping strength, leaving her dizzy and weak.

She swallowed a fistful of ds on a daily basis after dinner—toxin-flushing pills, hormone stabilizers, iron supplents—chased by a sharp daily injection in her arm that stung deep, nurses monitoring her liver and kidneys still reeling from Karimoike’s grip.

Light dinner waited in the dining room again—stead fish flaky with lemon, quinoa pilaf dotted cucumber and cherry tomatoes, mango lassi cool and thick—easy on her fragile system.

This ti, Emily perched on Ivory’s lap, loose raven waves cascading wild down her back, brushing Ivory’s shoulder as she fiddled with her phone—fingers swiping a simple card ga, matching suits quick, erald eyes lighting with small wins.

Hellen spooned bites tender: quinoa first, fluffy grains bursting cucumber crunch, tomato tang popping bright. "Your eyes will go bad playing too much phone, Emily—put it down. We can’t indulge you every ti, okay?"

Emily pouted full lips glossy, cheeks flushing faint. "I want to! Please, Hellen—I’m behaving like a good girl, right? Extra good?" She was behaving, and listening to their every word—that made her a good girl, right?

Hellen and the others blushed deep crimson—Hellen’s ice-blue eyes darting away quick to the quinoa bowl, Reyes coughing rough under her baseball cap brim while tugging it lower to hide her flush, Ivory shifting her powerful thighs tense beneath Emily’s feather-weight, her fra heating as chili pheromones spiked subtle.

If they didn’t know about Emily’s denseness, they would have believed that she said those words with a knowing purpose.

Emily was confused by their reaction.

’What happened? I said the truth, didn’t I?’

"Fine, just for a few minutes more."

"Thank you!"

But then Emily burst into sudden, bright laughter, phone forgotten mid-card match—screen glowing paused on the glass table.

"What happened? Why the laugh?" Reyes asked curious, her scarred jaw quirking faint with a half-smile, gray eyes softening under the cap.

"It’s funny—I didn’t know my own gender all this ti!" Her giggles bubbled light and infectious, loose raven waves shaking wild across Ivory’s shoulder, erald eyes sparkling mischief. Looking back to her thoughts at that ti, she really felt funny. Why was she so against the idea of her being an oga?

"Don’t feel sad about it, Emily," Ivory soothed warm, strong arms hugging tighter around Emily’s tiny waist, pulling her plush curves closer secure.

"Not feeling sad at all! Just... I thought I was a eunuch—fake alpha everything, no real instincts. It feels hilarious now!" Emily grinned wry and relieved, full lips curving playful. "Wait, would you have liked if I was an alpha? I an, our genders would be sa."

The three alphas nodded their heads. Of course, they would like her.

"Then, have you ever thought that we would play with our swords at night? But mine would be bigger!"

Hellen snorted amused, spoon pausing mid-air with a cherry tomato. "Vivid imagination as always, princess—only you could dream up that twist."

Ivory squeezed her gentle but firm, breath stirring raven strands. "Feeling okay about it now? Truly oga, heats and all?"

"Yeah, it’s fine. I hate Viktor and Elena—they don’t deserve to be parents, poisoning their own kid." Emily’s pout hardened brief, milky cheeks flushing anger. She was feeling angrier for OG Emily, who must have been troubled by those two.

"They’ll get punished, Emily—we’ll make damn sure," Reyes vowed firm and low, gloved fist clenching on the table edge.

"You won’t do anything bad to them, right? No revenge?" Emily asked worried, erald eyes searching all three faces earnest. "I don’t want to fight against them."

"Doubting us already?" Hellen teased soft, leaning in with a wink, honey-citrus scent blooming playful. Although, it was just a mask to hide her real intentions.

Emily shook her raven head quick, waves swishing. "No! I just... don’t want anyone hurt because of . I’m not worth that."

"No one gets hurt because of you—it’s karma catching up, pure and simple," Reyes lied smooth as silk, gray eyes steady and convincing. "Also, Emily—you are much more valuable than everything around us. Promise that you will never say these words again?" This ti Reyes said the truth.

"I am sorry, Reyes."

"Viktor’s racked up endless cris—embezzlent, fraud. We’ll nail him legally, clean and proper," Ivory added reassuring, brown eyes warm as she rubbed Emily’s hip soothing. "It will be completely legal."

Emily nodded satisfied at last, reclaiming her phone—fingers flying triumphant through card matches, cheers bubbling softly—while pampered dinner continued—Hellen spooning flaky lemon fish next, warm and tender on her tongue, quinoa crunch following, mango lassi cool sipped from a straw Ivory held steady.

After plates cleared, Ivory scooped Emily up effortless—princess carry secure to the living room sofa, her fra nestling against Ivory’s body—while Reyes prepped the ds tray—murky bitter syrup vial glistening vile, cluster of chalky tablets rattling in a pill organizer, syringe capped for tomorrow’s injection.

Emily settled on Hellen’s lap now; head cradled back in her strong hold like a child—Hellen’s callused fingers parting her full lips insistent but gentle.

"Co on, don’t be a naughty child—open wide for ," Hellen coaxed playful, tipping syrup slow—thick, acrid bitterness flooding Emily’s tongue coating vile like rotten herbs, throat bobbing in forced swallow as she gagged faint.

"Hellen, don’t say weird stuff," Reyes snarled.

"Yeah? What would you want to say instead?"

"Yuck! It’s so bitter—awful!" Emily whined high, nose wrinkling adorably, erald eyes tearing up, full lips pursing glossy as she squird against Hellen’s chest.

"You’ll take them all to get better—strong legs walking soon, promise," Hellen coaxed firm but loving, popping the first two white oval tablets next—chalky texture dissolving gritty under her tongue, sticking gross.

Emily squird harder, hands pushing weak at Hellen’s wrist, tears spilling. "Too many—awful! Can’t!"

"One more, good girl—just the last pink one," Hellen praised patient and warm, her strong hand rubbing Emily’s back in slow, rhythmic circles—easing the tension from her plush body until the final tablet slipped down her throat with a chalky gulp, leaving her panting soft.

Reyes prepped the injection next, gloved hands steady as she swabbed Emily’s milky upper arm with alcohol—cool sting prickling her skin—then poised the syringe, needle glinting under the lamp.

"Deep breath, Emily—quick pinch, over fast," she murmured gruff but gentle, cedar-steel scent grounding.

Emily tensed whimpering, but Reyes slid the needle smooth—sharp fire lancing deep as toxin-flush serum pushed in slow. She cried out high and pained—" Ahh!"—lips clamping down instinctive on Hellen’s shirt collar, teeth worrying fabric muffled as tears welled fresh, raven waves shaking wild.

Ivory leaned close swift, broad hand rubbing her head soothing—fingers threading loose strands, chili pheromones blooming calm.

Injection done, Reyes pressed cotton gentle over the site, taping secure. "All over—brave as hell."

"Good girl, you did so good—don’t cry now," Hellen coaxed tender, thumb wiping tears from Emily’s erald eyes, ice-blue gaze lting proud as Emily nodded shaky, snuggling deeper into her lap.