Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 76: Hellen Thanked Herself

Emily’s mouth ignited like a furnace midway through the night market frenzy, but she powered on undeterred.

Her plush lips already reddening from the first spicy onslaught, emerald eyes watering defiant as she darted stall-to-stall, high ponytail swishing with each impulsive grab.

At the chicken popcorn cart, the uncle dumped a heaping paper cone into her hands—golden nuggets crispy-battered, drowning in crimson chili flakes and black pepper dust that clung ferocious, oil-slicked and steaming.

She popped three at once, crunch exploding sharp on her tongue; heat bloomed instant volcanic, searing the roof of her mouth, flames licking down her throat in ruthless waves.

"More!" she gasped through the blaze, fanning her face frantic, but snatched a skewer next—tandoori chicken chunks charred black at edges, yogurt marinade turned fiery slurry from ghost pepper paste, juices dripping scalding onto her chin as she bit deep, meat tearing fibrous-hot.

Fans swarmed mid-bite—a gaggle of all kinds of people squealing her name—phones thrust out.

Emily was akin to a celebrity now—her billboards and ads made her status higher. Even a few lesser movie stars were nothing compared to her fame.

She was instantly happy to see her fans. It was something that a normal barista couldn’t dream about. Yet, she achieved it.

Emily grinned through tears, signing greasy napkins with one hand, the other shovelling chili momos—an Asian food item—from a nearby stall—steamed dumplings split open, molten red filling squirting viscous across her swollen tongue, numbing edges while amplifying the burn.

When her fans begged for a selfie; she nodded eagerly, posing mid-chew, lips glistening chili-smeared as flashes popped.

She even paid their bills generous, waving off thanks while snagging pani puri next—an Indian dish—crisp shells shattered under her teeth, tamarind-chili water exploding tangy-punishing, flooding sinuses till her nose ran.

Hellen and Reyes trailed shadows, forced to sample under her insistent tugs—"Try this!"—nibbling tolerant—Reyes crunching momos stoically as her military gut was ironclad.

Hellen skewering bites precisely as she easily shrugged off the fire.

Some fans recognized Hellen too—but they were clocked by Hellen’s dark aura—a glare promising violence. So, they left her alone.

As for Reyes, no one knew her. Besides, her aura was eerily similar to Hellen.

Both of them hated Emily’s interaction with her fans, especially with alphas.

Now they slumped on a splintered park bench under the light, Emily curled between them—emerald eyes streaming nonstop, high ponytail limp against her shoulder, oversized t-shirt damp with sweat.

Sobs hiccupped raw from her scorched throat, full lips ballooned plush-swollen, crimson-shined like overripe cherries, glistening trails of chili oil tracing her chin. "B-burns... too much," she whimpered, fanning futile with both hands, cheeks streaked salty—her frame quivering from the overload.

Hellen shook her head firm, ice-blue eyes flashing exasperated fondness as she rose from the bench. "Wait here. Let me find some ice cream—something cold to kill that fire."

Rubbing Emily’s head, she walked towards the array of stalls to find ice-cream.

Reyes shifted closer on Emily’s right, broad frame shielding her from wandering stares—gray eyes softening under her cap brim as she fished a crisp handkerchief from her navy blazer pocket.

Gentle dabs patted the chili-smeared trails from Emily’s swollen cherry lips and dripping chin, gloved fingers steady despite the intimate care, cedar-steel scent blooming soothing around her plush, quivering form.

"Does it burn that much?" she murmured. Her heart broke into pieces as she Emily’s streaming eyes. She wanted to hold her, comfort her, and kiss away all the tears from her eyes.

"Yes..." Emily whimpered, emerald eyes streaming fresh tears, high ponytail clinging damp to her neck—full lips throbbing hypersensitive, tongue numb-tingling from the relentless spice assault, petite frame curled tight against Reyes’ solid warmth on the splintered bench.

"Then why are you so adamant about eating spicy things?" Reyes pressed soft, thumb lingering a beat too long smoothing her flushed cheek.

Alpha protectiveness thrumming as she tucked the soiled cloth away, powerful thigh pressing reassuring against Emily’s skirt-clad one.

Emily sniffled, lower lip wobbling despite the agony. "Tastes... good? Till it doesn’t."

Hellen returned striding through the market haze, blonde ponytail swaying taut, eyes blank as carved marble—clutching a single vanilla stick ice cream by its flimsy wooden handle, cream surface gleaming soft under sodium lamps, already melting faint droplets down the length.

Reyes’ gray gaze flicked to the ice cream, scarred jaw blanking instant mirror-flat. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"You didn’t find anything else? Cone? Cup?" she drawled low, brogue shifting restless, cedar-steel edge sharpening subtle.

"You can go search for yourself if you’re so picky," Hellen snapped back, ponytail twitching aggressive, thrusting the stick forward like a challenge. "I couldn’t find anything else." It was the truth.

Emily mumbled a hoarse ’thank you,’ emerald eyes glassy and half-lidded from the lingering burn, swollen cherry lips parting slow—plush, glistening pout hovering torturously close to the vanilla stick’s tip, breath ghosting warm over the melting cream beading there like pearly precum.

Her tongue flicked out tentative, pink and slick—flat lap dragging velvet-slow up the frozen shaft from base to head, tracing every rigid texture with obscene precision—not that she knew.

The vanilla melting creamy-sweet onto her hypersensitive tastebuds, cooling the chili inferno in shuddering waves that made her thighs clench instinctively.

A soft, throaty moan, filled with relief escaped unbidden, high ponytail slipping forward to brush the dripping curve.

Her raven strands clung damp as her full lips sealed plush around the bulbous head next, cheeks hollowing deep with suction, tongue swirling greedy circles inside the velvet heat of her mouth.

Icy sweetness flooded her scorched throat in pulsing gushes, forcing visible swallows—throat bobbing rhythmic around the girth-stretched seal.

Her lips stretched taut and shiny-wet as she bobbed shallow, drawing it deeper inch-by-throb with wet, audible pops and slurps, melt trailing glossy droplets down her chin to pool obscene between her heaving breasts, soaking the oversized t-shirt.

The petite frame arched feline into the lewd relief, lashes fluttering blissed-out, swollen pout smearing creamier with each pull—oblivious, the erotic display ratcheting alpha stares to feral black.

’WHAT THE HELL! IS THIS HOW SHE EATS HER ICE CREAM?!’

’WHAT’S WITH THIS EROTIC DISPLAY?!’

Reyes’ breath hitched gravel-rough, gloved fingers digging into her thigh; Hellen’s fists clenched at sides, eyes darkening—both alphas transfixed, pheromones spiking thickly as Emily worked the stick deeper inch-by-throb.

"Better... I feel really better... thank you, Hellen," she gasped between pulls, oblivious to their feral stares.

Reyes nodded slowly. "Yeah, thank you... Hellen..."

"Ah, yes... thanks... to... me..."

’Why am I thanking myself?’