Villainess Marked For Her Alpha Chapter 126: Why Skip Two Days?

I wheeled into Dr. Ana’s office, my face on fire from Hellen waiting out in the hall—her honey-citrus scent still clinging to sweet and pulling, twisting my core into slick throbs that made breathing hard.

Ivory and Reyes weren’t with this ti, but the mory of their cedar-steel grit and chili heat lingered, knotting my insides worse.

Why did I dream of all three knotting at once—thick swells burying deep, locking in, filling till I overflowed?

Last night’s partial heat hit brutal—my fingers slick and frantic inside , toys humming against my clit, pussy gripping nothing but fake silicone that made cum a lot of tis.

Ana’s light-yellow eyes narrowed sharp behind her glasses—the beautiful doctor’s cyan hair falling sleek and vibrant around her striking face, high cheekbones glowing warm under the light—as she took in my nonstop blush from cheeks down to my chest.

"Emily, your face is beet-red constant—like a fever stuck on high. What’s making your skin burn this bad?"

"Doctor... do dreams ss up my condition? Do they make the partial heats hit harder?" I stuttered, my erald eyes dropping to my lap, raven hair falling over my face to hide the sha while my limp legs lay useless under the blanket, fresh slick leaking warm without stop.

She smirked, knowing exactly, her desert sage pheromones kicking up—herbal and dry like sun-baked earth with a tough edge—as she leaned in, cyan strands shifting like cool waves, her beauty sharpening with that confident alpha gleam.

"You are dreaming about thos alphas around you, right? If I am correct, you are still in your partial heat."

"How—how did you know?!" My cheeks went scorching hot, hands squeezing the wheelchair arms so hard my pink polish cracked and knuckles turned white, a high-pitched squeak slipping out.

"It’s normal for ogas surrounded by alphas—your body gives it away," she said straight, her light-yellow eyes holding mine steady.

"Normal?"

"Usually it’s one alpha in the dream: pinning you, rutting deep, knot swelling big to breed you full. But yours? All three taking turns—deep down, you want the full pack."

"I don’t! I don’t even like won!"

"Really? Your body wants to be knotted by them. Pardon for my crude words, but it’s correct."

"Please—stop saying it all out loud!" I squeaked, voice breaking high and shaky, my pussy twitched weak and pointless as slick gathered hotter underneath, wetting the blanket right over my pulsing pussy—limp thighs dead, no way to close them or hide.

She sees everything—what if Hellen hears it all from the waiting area?

Ana laughed soft and low, her light-yellow eyes sparkling with fun as she wrote notes fast, pen clicking on paper while her desert sage scent grew thicker, like smoke from dry brush—her beautiful cyan-haired features lit with knowing amusent.

"Your blush says it true—the partial heats co from oga feelings you can’t let out. We’ll raise the pheromone blockers starting tonight, add so low-dose pills to calm it before your big heat hits and your belly starts craving to get bred round."

"Doctor! Please have so decency!"

"Fine. But first, be real with —did the toys actually help last night, fingers deep and the vibe right on your clit? Or did they make it worse, pussy squeezing empty, slicker just begging for their real knots?"

"Doctor! Stop it!" I squeaked, erald eyes wide with horror, raven waves whipping as I shook my head frantic.

"Emily, you need to be open with . Your situation isn’t normal—constant partials this bad? You were doused with drugs since your childhood. It proves you’re a healthy oga. We’re animals at core—alphas built to breed, ogas aching to be bred full."

"Can you not say it so directly?" My cheeks burned nuclear, hands twisting the damp blanket over my lap.

"I can’t sugarcoat biology," she said firm, light yellow eyes steady through her glasses, cyan hair catching the light. "Now, let’s check your slick output—it tells us how far the heat’s progressed."

"What do you an?"

"Let’s open your pants and see." Ana’s beautiful features stayed calm-professional, desert sage pheromones steady as she gloved up.

"This isn’t right!" I whimpered, but my limp legs betrayed —no fight, just helpless splay under the blanket.

"I have to rule out vaginal dryness or imbalance. Standard check—open up." Her voice brooked no argunt, strong hands efficient.

With Dr. Ana’s help, I tugged my pants open and slid my soaked panties down my milky, useless thighs—slick coating them glossy from core to knees, my pussy puffy and weeping clear strands into the office air.

Hellen’s lingering honey-citrus scent from the waiting area made it pulse worse, my core clenching visibly, and Dr. Ana’s own desert sage pheromones thickened the haze, stoking the fire hotter in my limp, helpless body.

Ana held a cotton swab first, swabbing deep to collect a thick, dripping sample that clung heavy to it, then eased two gloved fingers in slow and steady—checking my walls with clinical presses, curling right against my g-spot.

"Extrely high slick volu—textbook pre-heat flood," she said matter-of-fact, light-yellow eyes steady on mine through her glasses, cyan hair framing her beautiful face. "No dryness at all; your body’s prid and fertile. We’ll double the blockers tonight, but honestly, a claiming heat with your alphas might stabilize this faster long-term."

"What?!" I gasped, erald eyes flying wide, raven waves sticking to my sweat-damp cheeks as mortification burned through .

"We can’t force that yet, obviously," Ana replied calm, withdrawing her slick-shining fingers with a soft pop and disposing of her gloves.

"Mphmm!!"

"So pheromone therapy it is—targeted injections of their scents, the ones most compatible with your oga profile. It’ll sync your heats without full need to be knotted."

"But..." I trailed off weak, voice small and shaky, hips twitching faint against the exam table as she helped pull fresh panties back up—fabric clinging instant to the ss—and button my pants secure over limp legs.

"Next ti, I want all three here—Hellen, Reyes, Ivory—for proper sampling," she added firm, jotting final notes while her desert sage scent lingered herbal and grounding. "Also, why skip two days?"

"I had a press conference," I mumbled, cheeks still flaming nuclear, hands fidgeting with my pink-polished nails.

"Fine, but next appointnt, be on ti—no excuses." She smiled faint and professional, beautiful cyan strands shifting as she wheeled toward the door, my core still throbbing slick under fresh layers.