Vengeance in His Bed

"Don’t you dare come near me, Jannah."

The gravelly voice ripped through the dimly lit master bedroom.

Jannah Nenth froze, her knuckles whitening against the worn leather of her satchel. The room was shrouded in velvet drapes that kept out the harsh afternoon sun, leaving only the soft glow of a single bedside lamp to illuminate the scene. There, bound to the four-poster, king-sized bed by thick, heavy-duty leather restraints, lay the most terrifying man in the city.

Dorrent Grefo. The S-tier alpha. The ruthless, untouchable CEO of Gammar Technology Company.

He was stark naked, the sheets discarded at the foot of the mattress, leaving his magnificent, towering physique completely exposed to the unforgiving shadows. Jannah swallowed hard, her heart hammering against her ribs with the force of a trapped bird. At nineteen, she had never seen a man, let alone an S-tier alpha, stripped of all armor and laid bare. But this was not the powerful predator who ruled the tech industry; this was a man brought to his knees by a humiliating affliction, a secret he guarded with his very life.

Jannah’s eyes betrayed her, drifting downward before she could stop them. His body was a masterpiece of raw, masculine power. The broad expanse of his chest was sculpted with taut, well-defined muscle, leading down to a hardened, washboard abdomen that hinted at the sheer, latent strength coiled within him. Despite his confinement, the sheer presence of the Alpha emanated from him, a silent pressure that made her omega instincts whimper and curl inward.

And yet, his handsome, familiar face was twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated hatred. His dark eyes locked onto hers, glowing faintly with a dangerous, untamed crimson hue, as if he wanted to tear her throat out with his bare teeth. It was a look that made her knees tremble, sending a cold shiver racing down her spine.

This was the monster who had destroyed her childhood. The memory of that night—the blood, the smoke, the violent black-cycle rut that had claimed her parents’ lives—flashed behind her eyelids, sharpening the venom inside her heart. She wasn’t here to heal him. She was here to break him.

"I said stay back," Dorrent growled again, his voice strained from days of agonizing confinement and pent-up frustration. "If you touch me with those filthy, wretched hands, I swear to the goddess, Jannah, I will end you the moment I am freed."

Jannah forced her shaking legs to move. With every step toward the bed, the distance between them seemed to compress the heavy air of the room. The scent of him—woodsmoke, bitter winter frost, and the sharp edge of alpha scent—washed over her, making her breath hitch. For the past month, Dorrent had used every excuse in the book to avoid her. He had cursed her, dismissed her as dirty and incompetent, and commanded his assistants to keep the omega away from his sight. He couldn’t bear the thought of an omega, especially a humble herbalist, witnessing his deepest, most humiliating weakness: the impotence that had plagued him for years.

But today, his pride was losing the war against his biological needs.

Jannah stood right at the edge of the mattress, looming over his restrained, naked form. She could see the tension in his jaw, the rapid rise and fall of his chest betraying his desperate desire for a cure. Her own breath was shallow, the dampness gathering between her thighs an undeniable testament to the intense, suffocating proximity of the Alpha.

"You have no choice, Alpha Grefo," Jannah whispered, her voice barely more than a tremulous murmur, yet laced with a hidden, defiant steel. "You want to be cured. I am the only one who holds the remedies."

She unclasped the brass buckles of her bag, her fingers trembling as she pulled out the carefully ground herbs and roots her grandfather had taught her to prepare. The earthy, intoxicating smell of the medicinal plants mixed with the heavy pheromones in the room. But instead of applying the poultice to his skin, she paused. An unhinged, reckless courage surged through her veins.

Slowly, deliberately, Jannah set the jar aside on the nightstand. She reached out with a hand that shook like a leaf, hovering just above his muscular chest. Dorrent’s eyes widened slightly in pure disgust and anger as her small, pale fingers made contact with his hot, sun-bronzed skin.

"Don’t," he hissed through clenched teeth, his muscles flinching under her touch. "I told you not to touch me. You are nothing but dirt."

But Jannah ignored the venom in his words. She leaned closer, her long, dark hair brushing against his shoulder, her scent of wild herbs and sweet omega scent wrapping around him like a heavy fog. She let her fingertips trail down the hard, chiseled lines of his abdomen, feeling his skin heat up and contract in response to the unfamiliar, soft touch. Her heart was beating so hard she was certain he could hear it.

Her hand continued its downward descent until it reached his abdomen, and before she could think better of it, she wrapped her small, trembling fingers around his relaxed, dormant manhood.

A sharp, audible gasp ripped from Dorrent’s throat. His breath hitched violently in the quiet room. It was an involuntary reaction, a raw, physiological response that he despised himself for feeling. For a man accustomed to dominance and absolute control, being held by the very omega he loathed was an assault on his pride.

"Remove your hands from me," Dorrent commanded, though his voice lacked its usual booming authority, cracking slightly under a sudden, unfamiliar wave of intense sensation.

Jannah didn’t listen. A strange, heady rush of power went to her head. She began to massage him, her small hands kneading tentatively, clumsily at first, then with an instinctive rhythm that drove the ruthless CEO absolutely insane. Her touch was soft, warm, and entirely devoid of the aggressive, demanding friction he was accustomed to. It was a pure, unadulterated contrast to the sterile medical instruments and cold touches of the specialists he had previously dismissed.

For the last month, Dorrent had been avoiding this specific, humiliating moment, trying every alternative to avoid the hands of a low-born omega physician. And now, he was entirely at her mercy, reduced to lying tied to a bed while her small, dirty hands massaged his member. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Jannah’s face flushed a deep crimson. It was her very first time performing a manual diagnosis of this nature, especially on an adult man. The heat radiating from his skin was overwhelming, and the firmness beginning to develop under her palms sent a jolt of raw electricity straight to her core.

Then, the impossible happened.

Something deep within Dorrent shifted. The dormant, lifeless flesh beneath her fingers began to swell and heat up, expanding with sudden, immense power. A low, vibrating growl rumbled in Dorrent’s throat, a sound torn straight from his deepest, most primal alpha instincts. The sheer size and rigidity of him grew until it felt completely overwhelming in her small hands.

Panic seized Jannah. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, as the heavy, pulsing heat pressed against her palms. A massive, throbbing erection was now fully visible, stretching upward toward the dark fabric of the restraints.

Frightened by the magnitude of what she had just awakened, Jannah violently jerked her hand away as if burned by a flame, stumbling backward until her back hit the wardrobe.

The room fell dead silent, save for the heavy, ragged breathing of the Alpha. Jannah clutched her trembling hands to her chest, her eyes wide with terror as she stared at the massive, throbbing cock exposed in the dim light. Dorrent’s gaze was fixed on her, no longer filled with just loathing, but with a deep, dark, and utterly confused expression.