Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 64: Reading Some Comments

Sunlight stabbed through the curtains like laser fire as the doorbell chimed sharp, yanking me from a dead sleep.

I groaned, rubbing crust from my emerald eyes, sleep-tousled raven hair a wild halo around my Pikachu onesie hoodie—full legs, floppy ears, yellow fabric hugging me in ridiculous comfort. Honestly, I never thought that this type of material will be so soft and comfortable. From now on, I am sleeping wearing one.

Barefoot on the cool hardwood stairs, I shuffled down, plushies spilling from my bed like a Pokémon avalanche upstairs.

Olle had dumped the haul on me last week—hoodies, plushies galore from her Pokémon collab client. "You will look good in these. It will be a waste if I throw them away," she’d insisted with that director’s grin. My bed drowned in them now—Pikachu, Eevee, Charizard staring from every pillow. Also, I have brought some of the animal plushies, which we are going to sell as a merch on purchasing products more than a specific amount.

By the way, my favourite Pokémon is Snivy. She was really a diva. But honestly, I was shocked that Pokémon existed in this world.

Door swung open—Hellen stood there, blonde ponytail perfect, eyes widening in pure shock at my getup.

"What the hell are you wearing?" she blurted, magenta jacket slung over one arm, gaze raking from floppy ears to pawed feet. "You look weird."

"I’m Pikachu," I deadpanned, stifling a yawn, yellow hood bobbing. "Pika-pi?"

"Yes, don’t you know anything about Pokémon?"

"No, I don’t."

"Then, you are missing out."

How can anyone not watch Pokémon?! As a kid that was my favourite anime!

"Is that... so?" Her lips twitched, fighting a smile, but tension etched her brow.

"Yes!" I nodded readily.

"We can talk about that later. Why’d you text me yesterday?"

"You came this quickly?" I asked, sarcasm dripping thick as honey as I leaned lazy against the doorframe, floppy Pikachu ears flopping over one eye. Helly Paws launch still thrummed like a heartbeat—stock vanishing daily like smoke, orders piling faster than we could make in the factories. But we are trying, and succeeding in it.

"Why?" Hellen echoed, eyes narrowing under her blonde fringe, arms crossing tight over her magenta jacket—voice pitched low, alpha edge fraying at the seams.

"You’ve been ghosting me for weeks," I pressed, stepping half into her space. Launch had rocketed us to viral fame, sure—sold-out lines, magazine covers—but she’d gone radio silent after, texts unread till yesterday’s ping.

"Why do you even care?"

"I care, okay? It’s you who is ignoring me!" I shot back, emerald eyes flashing challenge, onesie paws flexing at my sides—heart kicking harder than it should.

Hellen’s jaw ticked, gaze dropping to my yellow-clad curves a beat too long before snapping back. "I am not here to talk nonsense, Emily. If you have nothing to talk, I am going away."

No—I grabbed her hand first, warm and callused, tugging firmly.

"Please, Hellen. Let’s talk, okay? I don’t want you to be angry with me. Please, please—come inside," I requested, pulling her. She yielded without a fight, stepping over the threshold as the door clicked shut soft behind us, sealing the morning light.

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Hellen slumped onto the deep blue sectional in my sunlit living room, her magenta jacket flung over the armrest, blonde ponytail catching golden shafts through the windows as she stared blankly at the wildflower vase on the coffee table.

Her jaw clenched tight, ice-blue eyes shadowed with something raw and unspoken.

Upstairs, my Pokémon plushies still spilled across the duvet like a colourful landslide, but down here the air hung heavy, thick with our unspoken rift.

I padded to the kitchen in my Pikachu onesie, floppy yellow ears bouncing against my raven-tousled hair, bare feet silent on cool tile—heart aching as I tried to cook away the sadness gnawing my chest.

Why is she mad at me? The modelling? Is it because of that? Olle had cornered me, sure, but Helly Paws exploded because of those shots. I didn’t crave the spotlight; I stepped up for us, for the dream we bled for together.

Hands still trembling faintly, I brewed her black coffee first—strong and bitter, no cream or sugar, steam curling like a warning from the chipped mug etched with a tiny paw print.

Eggs cracked into sizzling butter next, whisked fluffy with chives and a pinch of cheddar, folding into golden omelettes that puffed perfect.

Toasts popped crisp from the slots, slathered warm with salted butter; potato fries hit the fryer last, oil hissing as they turned bronze and crunchy, drained on paper towels with sea salt sprinkle. The kitchen filled with comforting scents—coffee’s dark roast bite, buttery eggs, fry-grease earthiness—my small peace offering amid the storm.

Phone buzzed insistent in my onesie pocket. I wiped slick fingers on a towel, thumbed it open mid-flip of the fries—my launch video glaring back at 297.8 million views, comments scrolling endless like a digital riot.

[@PawQueenBee: That cat-ear gown twirl with kittens climbing her? Emily’s serving FACE and GRACE 😍🐱 Who’s her stylist? Need that velvet yesterday! Helly Paws just became my wallet’s new enemy 💸]

[@AlphaPulse87: Her low hitting different—curves in those joggers with the pups? Alphas worldwide reporting for duty 🫡🔥 Sold out my local store in 20 mins.]

[@FunnyPawParent: Emily yawning with the Great Dane = me at 3AM with my dog begging for snacks 😂 Both looking judged AF. Buy ALL the matching harnesses!]

[@BetaBarkLover: Casual denim overalls + cow nuzzle? Relatable queen energy for us normies. Luxury line’s fire too—cow-print midi on her with the calf? Chef’s kiss 🐮👑 Prices fair, unlike those rip-off brands.]

[@HaterHound99: Overhyped nobody playing dress-up with pets. Viktor’s reject daughter thinks she’s a model now? Cringe. LILY forever > this gimmick.]

[@GiggleTailz: Horse blazer shot had me SCREAMING—Emily sidesaddle like a boss babe, mare in sapphire gear matching perfect. Take my money and my dignity pls 😂🐴]

[@OmegaWhisperNet: Soft power real. Satin dog dress + slobber kisses? Pure joy. Bet she smells like heaven too 💖]

[@TrollTailChaser: Cow dress on a HUMAN? Farmcore gone wrong lmao. Stick to CEO, not clown cosplay 🤡]

[@LuxPawElite: Velvet blazer equestrian look = high fashion redefined. Paired with that mare’s embroidered rug? Genius. Pre-ordered the set for my show pony 🐎✨]

[@PYTHONlover: What about my python? I am really serious!! 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍]

[@CHocOHeet: I LOVE HER!! SHE IS INSPIRING ME TO TRY MODELLING 💖]

[@LILYISTHEGODDESS: GO AWAY!! GO AWAY!! STAY AWAY!! STAY AWAY!! LOVE LILY!! LOVE LILY!!]

[@AlphaDancer: Thank you for making unisexual clothes! Anyone can wear these clothes now! Love you~]

The comments made my heart warm, though they were some haters. Plates steamed ready on a wooden tray—omelettes folded neat and herb-flecked, fries piled crisp, toasts butter-glossed, coffee black and scalding.

I carried it in, Pikachu paws awkward around the edges, setting it down with a soft clunk amid the wildflowers. Curled opposite her on the couch, eyes pleading through stray raven curls, I murmured, "Eat. Then talk? Please don’t be mad."