Villainess Marked For Her Alpha Chapter 129: Lily Likes to See Emily’s Crying Face

Lily sat relaxed in her dark penthouse, city lights glowing soft through the tall windows from floor to ceiling. She held a cold vodka glass tight in her manicured hand, ice cubes clinking gently as she pressed play on the large TV screen.

Her own face filled the screen—calm and strong, orange hair smooth and bright under the bright studio lights, framing her sharp face.

The reporter leaned forward with excitent, microphone ready in hand, eyes wide and eager. "Ms. Lily, the papers leaked your docunts—are you really an alpha? After all those oga roles in your movies that made you a star?"

Lily nodded once, her eyes steady and direct. "Yes, I am."

The reporter gasped loud and dramatic, her hand flying to her chest like she was truly shocked. "Really? Everyone thought you were oga for years—your scents in films felt so real, the heat scenes won you awards, tricked the whole world!"

"Ms. Hellen Jackson already showed the proof, right?" Lily said flatly, turning her glass slowly on cara. Her voice was smooth but with a sharp edge underneath, orange hair catching the light as she tilted her head a little. "My certificate has been public since I started acting at 18. It’s in the governnt database—anyone could look it up easily."

"But why keep it secret so long? Fans feel lied to—years of thinking you were oga, careers built on that image. Was it all a trick?"

"I never kept it secret." A small smile touched her full lips, light and easy.

"What?!" The reporter looked surprised, leaning closer over the desk. "Everyone knows you played oga so well—perfect scents, real-looking heats. Was it on purpose to get those roles?"

"No one asked . The records were right there, open to everyone—takes just a few minutes to check." Lily stared straight into the cara, not blinking, her gaze strong.

The reporter paused for a mont, face turning pale with surprise, then pushed her glasses up with a quick click. "Are you saying ’no one asked’ is your excuse? Ms. Lily, you’re a top actress—you fooled the fans, directors with oga authenticity. How is that not tricking people for jobs?"

"It’s the reporters’ and fans’ fault. You all assud I was oga from my roles. No one checked the public records when my alpha status was there for years—free on the governnt site, easy search."

Lily took a slow sip from her glass, ice making a light clinking sound, her orange hair shining in the light.

The reporter kept pushing, voice getting louder and more urgent. "Fans say it’s smart but wrong—alpha pretending oga to win big roles. And Ms. Jackson’s claims? You going after ogas, entering toilets and private areas—stalking at events?"

"Bring one person with real proof. Arrest right now." Lily shrugged easily, her eyes shining a little with amusent as she sipped again, calm as ever.

The reporter’s mouth opened wide, fixing her mic fast with shaky hands. "What? You ignore lawsuits like that? No sorry to the people you scared?"

"Prove one thing happened. Or just write your stories." Lily’s smile got thin and cold.

Lily turned off the TV with a quick push of the remote. The screen went black. She drank the rest of her vodka fast—the burn matched the feeling twisting inside her stomach.

Hellen Jackson, Emily’s business partner, who had nothing to do with Lily’s private affairs revealed that she was an alpha.

As for Emily, she always liked to cause problems, even back when Emily hid her oga truth so well. Lily’s heart twisted painful as she rembered Emily’s sad cry—like she’d snapped sothing delicate and irreplaceable.

Quiet tears rolling slow down milky white cheeks, erald eyes huge and brimming hurt, raven hair wet and stuck to flushed red skin.

’So heartbreakingly pretty when sad. I want to make her even sadder—watch those tears fall harder for .’

She rembered the party clear as day, every detail sharp.

Emily’s heel snapping mid-run after so jealous guest hurled wine her way, red splash ruining the silk gown as she crashed hard to the marble floor amid shattering glass sounds and shocked breaths from the crowd.

Her heat slamming sudden and brutal, ripping her oga side bare to all the rich guests frozen in fancy clothes: alphas stiffening, ogas gasping, betas wide-eyed.

Jasmine, hibiscus, and strawberry scent burst out sweet and wet like ripe fruit split open, filling the room thick as honey air, heavy enough to make alphas shake rigid, pants straining tight with rut.

Lily felt it hit her first and hardest, body throbbing instant, alpha side roaring wild inside to take her now—hoist her up, spread those soft plush legs wide on the banquet table, push deep rciless till she cried full and broken, knot swelling fat-big to lock her shaking core tight.

She held back barely, fists clenched; she’d seen other alphas hunger too—they all had the sa wish. Emily’s scent was unique... very unique.

"I like bullying her," Lily said quietly to the empty room, pants tenting tight from the rush of thinking, orange hair falling soft over her face as she leaned back deeper in the leather chair.

Cat costu squeezed humiliating-tight on Emily’s curves—fluffy tail swishing slow and shy over her round butt, perked ears twitching cute atop raven waves as Lily pulled her onto her lap possessively.

Then, she feed her so biscuits deliberate one by one, fingers tracing and teasing full soft lips open wide to suckle slow, coaxing those whiny protests.

Emily’s neck looked perfect for bites—smooth white skin curving inviting, begging marks from teeth sinking possessive deep.

Raven hair so thick and lush to grab fistfuls, pull hard back to bare her throat while thrusting in rough, making her whine high mixed with hate that lted sweeter.

’Does she still cry so pretty, tears pearling on those erald eyes like jewels? Hate so much it makes her slick drip from her pussy? Dream of my thick knot stretching her open, breeding her deep?’

’Will she beg when I coax her to take my dick into her pussy? Cry and plead for rcy?’

Lily poured more vodka tall and slow, heart pounding fast against her ribs, glass shaking just a little in her grip, orange hair glowing warm in the city lights streaming in.

’Should I go and tease her without telling anyone? Sll that unique scent of hers again—see if it pulls in hard, makes her cry my na all night long till she breaks.’