Villainess Marked For Her Alpha Chapter 175: You All Can Protect Me

Life has its fun twists, like skipping boring lemonade with lemons. Save that lemon for later, let milk go sour into nice soft curds, then mix it all into simple, creamy queso blanco. Put lots on hot corn tortillas right off the pan, add a sprinkle of sea salt—it tastes warm, tangy, and yummy, way better than any juice.

I’m not perfect at all; I’m selfish, okay? I admit it freely. But having four strong alphas take care of like this? It’s super nice, like free honey all day long. I love every bit, no guilt at all.

They do everything for , making all my days feel easy, fun, and special. Hellen makes pretty salads on nice plates—peppery greens piled high, thin cheese shavings like soft snow, with sweet-sour glaze drizzled on top that tastes just right.

Ivory cooks hot curries—soft tender at in thick spicy sauce, creamy coconut mixed in to cool it down perfectly.

Clothes are always perfect picks. Hellen gives soft silk that feels light and smooth on my skin, flowing gently; Ivory chooses cool leather skirts and tall boots that look bold and exciting.

We play a lot together—running fast in the big garden, them chasing until we all fall down laughing hard, tickling until I can’t breathe from giggling. Pillow fights at night are the best, feathers flying everywhere, ending up in a big hugging pile, all silly and happy.

Baths with Ana have lots of bubbles and her soft rubs on my back, relaxing every muscle; Reyes gives massages to my sore spots late into the night, making feel loose and calm. Kisses in the morning light are slow and sweet, starting from my neck and going down to my legs.

Private ti? They know best—gentle touches or rough play, holding tight for a long ti, bringing happy feelings everywhere in my body until I’m completely relaxed and smiling. Then as per the story—they knot hard until I lose my consciousness.

Work goes great, better than ever. Hellen and I own Herlos together, sitting at big tables with drawings and plans everywhere, talking about new ideas. Helly Paws cos soon with new fun matching outfits for pets and owners—capes with sparkly wings for people, small cute ones with little horns and easy clips for cats and dogs.

HIER clothes sell super-fast after being launched—comfy shirts printed with funny jokes, stretchy pants that fit everyone nicely, soft hoodies like wearing a warm blanket. Money cos in quick, beating all old records—while Viktor’s fashion company is in ruins—factories close down one by one, all his stuff sold off cheap in big sales.

Hellen hit Alexei’s company too, with smart tricks that took away his best custors night after night; now he’s almost broke, asking everyone for help. It feels good after all the bad stuff they did before.

Four marks show they claim forever. Reyes’s mark was on the inside of my thigh—it tickles warm when she smiles at . Hellen’s is neat right on my neck pulse. Ivory’s feels warm between my breasts. Ana’s is low on my belly, like a special spot over where new life could grow.

Polygamy is okay here—no jail ti—but no official papers or benefits. We go to sunny beaches for our rings, with sand between toes and waves crashing nearby.

Ivory as as police captain, catching crooks left and right. Her mark night was three weeks ago—uniform super neat, gagged with a red ball so I couldn’t talk, tail plug moving inside as I wiggled, cuffed wide on the bed, her strong sll all around as she held tight. She really likes being in control.

Ana heals my old hurts from bad dicine, bit by bit, making my body strong again. At night when it’s calm, she draws naked—nice simple lines showing every part of my body just right. Her eyes look kind behind glasses. On off days, she stays ho with us, giving hugs and new drawings.

Reyes guards quiet and close, eyes sharp on everything. I make sure their jobs stay important—no stopping for .

Not always easy, sure. They tease a lot in bed, holding down and making wait until I beg them. "Say you’re ours," they whisper with soft laughs.

Today gym was really hard. It’s my own gym from Hellen—she said I got too soft after the marks. Mirrors cover all walls, machines shiny and new. Blue bra wet with sweat sticking to , shorts tight on pale legs, ponytail all wet and ssy. Ana watches close—cyan hair swinging like a tail, glasses shining in the lights. Her look says I’m not trying hard enough.

"Better get those arms swinging out wide, Emily—keep that tummy nice and tight, no bending or slouching like that," Ana says firmly, clutching her notes like a strict teacher grading every step.

"I’m trying so hard, Ana! I swear, I can’t breathe, and my legs feel like they’re on fire!" I gasp back, lungs heaving, sweat stinging my eyes.

She flashes a tricky, an little smile, eyes glinting. "Keep ssing up like this, and I’ll stop you my own fun way. Imagine knotting you right on the gym floor, legs spread wide open so every single mirror catches it all—your tits bouncing, slick dripping for everyone to see?" Her scent flares up strong, teasing so bad it makes my knees weak.

I shake all over, nearly tumbling off the belt, a rush of warm wetness flooding between my legs. "No, please—not in the gym! What if people walk by or peek in? That’s too embarrassing!"

After the endless running finally ends, Reyes takes over for fight training: basic punches, quick throws to break free, simple holds. I fail miserably every single ti—too weak, too shaky, arms flopping like wet noodles.

Ana hits the stop button with a piercing beep. "Okay, drink so water first to catch your breath. Now grab those 2kg weights—lift them for your arms, ten perfect reps each side, nice and controlled."

My arms tremble right away, barely getting the weights up before they crash loud onto the floor.

"Listen up good, Emily. Learning these fight moves could straight-up save your life one day. What if a bad guy grabs you out of nowhere?"

"You all would save in a heartbeat—you’re the strongest alphas around!"

"That’s just silly thinking, princess. What if traffic jams us up, or work pulls us away on a call—what then?"

"I’ll kick him right in the hard spot, boom, down he goes!"

She lets out a long, tired sigh, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "You’d lose even to weaker people like betas or ogas—no real muscle strength there at all. But hey, the good part? You’re a pretty oga with a nice, curvy body shape that turns heads, and a face that stands out to everyone who sees you."

"Are those nice words or an ones? Co on, pick a side!" I ask, feeling secretly good inside anyway, a warm glow cutting through the ache.

"A bit of both to light a fire under you. Now hop back on—crank it faster and tilt the incline higher this ti." Her glasses shift with a sharp click, and her ponytail swings around to lightly smack my face as she turns to the controls.

"Ow—that really stings a little! Watch the hair whip!"

"Your soft skin is fine; it never marks easy. Pure drama queen." She laughs soft and playful, giving a nudge to start again. "Do it right this round, or expect more teasing fun waiting after stretches—your choice."

I grumble loud and long but climb back on, the belt whirring fast under my feet. Gym hurts so much—out of breath, body all sore and tired to the bone. Why am I getting tortured?!

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