Villainess Marked For Her Alpha Chapter 193: I Want Them Together on the Same Plate

Still, underneath all the surface-level irritation and burning embarrassnt, I could feel the deeper truth pulsing quietly but steadily through every chaotic mont of it all. I was growing a baby—a real, living baby—right there inside my own body, my baby that we had created together in this unexpected way.

And no matter how scared I remained or how strange and foreign my emotions had beco under the hormonal onslaught, that one thought kept wrapping itself around my heart in the softest, most comforting way imaginable.

I was exhausted to my core, overwheld by the constant unpredictability, and wildly swinging through moods like a pendulum, but I was also slowly beginning to understand and accept that this strange, emotional, craving-filled ss was simply an integral part of sothing truly precious and life-changing.

And maybe that was precisely why the alphas watched so closely now with unwavering focus, why they hovered nearby and fussed over every little detail, and why they tried so hard to keep safe and supported in every possible way.

They could already see and sense what I was only just beginning to accept myself—I was no longer carrying only my own feelings and burdens within —I was carrying a shared future too, one that bound all of us together irrevocably.

Thankfully, they all accepted the baby as their own without any fight. All of my alphas will act as the baby’ fathers. At the end of the day, they all knocked of.

Then, unexpectedly, Hellen’s words hit harder than I had ever anticipated they could, and before I could stop myself or hold them back, my throat tightened painfully and hot tears spilled freely down my face in an unstoppable rush.

I don’t want to think over her words but my mind constantly rethinks it, making feel sad.

Please, i don’t want to cry!

I had been trying so desperately hard to act annoyed and difficult, to pretend like I was still fully in control of everything happening around and inside , but the raw truth was that I felt scared out of my mind, completely overwheld by it all, and so overflowing with intense feelings that even the smallest act of kindness from them made break down entirely without warning.

Hellen noticed my sudden shift imdiately, her instincts sharp as always. "Oh, my sweet girl," she said, her voice softening to a tender whisper at once as she shifted carefully beneath and adjusted my position to make even more comfortable and secure in her lap.

Reyes said, "Don’t cry like that—co here into my arms where it’s safe."

I tried frantically to wipe the tears from my face with the back of my hand, but they kept coming relentlessly, hot and embarrassing and utterly impossible to stop no matter how hard I fought them.

"You’re doing so incredibly well through all of this, you know that," Hellen murmured reassuringly, one hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on my back while the other steadied gently against her warm chest. "You don’t have to have all the answers or figure everything out perfectly right now in this mont."

"Yes, we will be patient with you. None of us is angry at you, okay? It’s sothing that you can’t control," Reyes said, patting my head.

That simple reassurance made cry even harder than before, because it was exactly the kind of thing I had needed to hear more than anything else and exactly what I hadn’t allowed myself to believe or accept until she said it aloud.

Ivory’s usually stern expression lted away into pure concern as she stepped closer without hesitation, her presence a steady comfort. "We weren’t trying to upset you at all with our words," she said gently, her voice stripped of its normal edge. "We just want to take care of you and make sure you’re okay every step of the way."

"I k-know... you d-do, I... really do," I choked out through the tears, but my voice cracked painfully anyway under the weight of it all. "I just feel so—so w-weird a-and o-out... of sorts all the ti, like nothing makes sense anymore."

Ana moved to my other side smoothly, her tone calr and more asured than usual, almost careful in how she chose her words. "That’s because your body is changing so fast right now on every level," she explained patiently.

"Ana..."

"Your hormones are surging and fluctuating all over the place, and your emotions are naturally going to run high and unpredictable for a while as everything adjusts."

I let out a shaky, miserable little sob that seed to co from the depths of my chest and buried my face against Hellen’s shoulder for a long second, because facing all of them while crying felt too exposing and raw.

"Hey, look at ," Hellen whispered tenderly, brushing my damp hair back from my face with gentle fingers. "It’s perfectly okay to feel scared about all this—it’s okay to feel happy too in the midst of it. You don’t have to choose just one emotion and stick to it rigidly."

That permission made sothing tight and knotted deep inside finally loosen and unwind. I sniffled loudly and looked up at them through wet eyes, my cheeks still flushed and streaked, my eyes burning from the tears.

"I-I... s-still w-want t-the... pastry a-and t-the pickles, no matter what," I insisted stubbornly.

A startled laugh escaped Ivory before she could catch herself, breaking the tension in the room.

"Of course you do—that makes perfect sense now." Ana sighed again, though now there was a little smile tugging genuinely at the corners of her mouth for the first ti. "We’ll get you both without question, though separately would be ideal for the flavours."

"No, a-absolutely... not," I muttered back, still teary-eyed but already digging in my heels with stubborn determination once more. "I want them together on the sa plate. Otherwise, it will taste bad! And I want it to be tasty!"