Vengeance in His Bed

Shadron shifted in the passenger seat, the leather creaking under the sudden movement of his frame. He turned his upper body toward the driver’s side, his eyes wide with disbelief and rising panic as he stared at Dorrent’s cold profile. The headlights of the car sliced through the outer-sector darkness, illuminating the long, winding road that led up to the gates of the Grefo territory.

"Be serious for once in your life, Dorrent, and stop talking about such serious matters in that casual, unhinged tone!" Shadron snapped, his voice sharp and tight with anxiety. "We are talking about an absolute, irreversible biological binding. You cannot just throw around sentences like that while driving a car at ninety miles an hour!"

Dorrent didn’t even blink. His hands remained locked at the ten-and-two position on the steering wheel, his knuckles white under the faint dashboard glow. The muscles along his jawline bunched and rippled like coiled steel as he stared straight ahead into the unfolding night.

"I am not joking with you for a single second, Shadron," Dorrent delivered flatly, his deep voice dropping into a menacing, ice-cold register. "My mind is entirely made up. The exact moment that girl recovers enough to sustain the pressure, I will do exactly that. I will force her down, bury my fangs into her scent gland, and tear her throat open until my venom locks her system down forever."

Shadron let out a sharp, breathy gasp, his hands flying up in a universal gesture of frustration. He looked back at the pale, shivering figure of Jannah wrapped in the wool coat on the backseat, then looked back at the ruthless billionaire tycoon beside him.

"That is absolutely not a logical alternative, Dorrent!" Shadron hissed, his tone rising into an intense, desperate whisper to keep his voice from carrying to the rear. "Think about the structural framework of that connection! If you do not plan on legally marrying her in the future, marking Jannah like a wild animal will only make her completely bound to your soul for life. The biological consequence is absolute, brother. She will never, ever be able to have sex with another man or find relief with anyone else without her collapsing from pain. And more importantly—your own primitive Alpha framework will be permanently locked. You will also completely lose the ability to sleep with any other woman on this earth!"

"And that is exactly what I want, Shadron," Dorrent countered instantly, a dark, arrogant smirk curling the corners of his lips as his silver eyes flashed with fire. He pressed his foot harder onto the accelerator, the engine let out a growl that vibrated through the floorboards. "I want her to never, ever be able to have sex with anyone else for the rest of her miserable life. I want her completely ruined for the market. I want that Boren doctor, and every other dominant Alpha who looks at her in that way, to know that if they even dare to touch her skin, they will be stepping into my marked territory."

Dorrent adjusted his grip on the wheel, a low, rumbling chuckle vibrating inside his broad chest plate. "And let me tell you... I don’t give a single damn if I end up only fucking her or if I am forced to legally marry her in the future to keep her under my roof. The title doesn’t matter to my desk. She is incredibly fun, ecstatic, and absolutely wild to fuck, Shadron. The friction her tight omega walls provide is the only thing that makes me feel alive after five years of living like a dead man. I will gladly trade the entire female population just to possess that specific sensation forever."

Shadron shook his head in disgust, his eyes filling with analytical skepticism as he processed his friend’s crude, territorial obsession. "This layout is not just about physical fun and friction, Dorrent! We are talking about the rest of your life. When it comes to the legal institution of marriage, an elite man of your status should at least find someone he genuinely loves. Someone who can hold your hand at the galas, not a hostage from the swamps who wishes for your execution every single morning."

Dorrent let out a loud scoff, his silver eyes cutting toward Shadron with a sharp, mocking sharpness. "Love? You are bringing love into this matter? Let me remind you of the basic reality, brother—I do not love Joanne Moscow for a single second, and yet the entire board still expects me to sign the legal contracts and marry her. For a man in my position, love is absolutely not a factor. It is a useless, sentimental emotion that belongs in the fiction books. I would never fall for someone or marry for love anyway, so what difference does it make? There is absolutely no difference in marrying Jannah instead, as long as I get to continuously climb into her bed and fuck her until she can’t ever think of another man, that would be great for my system."

Shadron let out a long, frustrated sigh, leaning his head back against the leather headrest as he watched the grand iron gates of the Grefo estate rapidly approach. His face softened slightly, his voice dropping into a defensive register as he tried one last time to appeal to his friend’s suppressed humanity.

"It’s just that... you have never given Joanne a chance, Dorrent," Shadron whispered quietly, his eyes tracking the dashboard lights. "She has stood by your side for three long years, enduring your coldness and your complete lack of ever making love to her without a single public complaint. She is a good woman from an elite bloodline, and she would make a great, loyal wife to your name. It is just that you have never opened your heart to her presence for even a fraction of an inch. If you actually tried, if you actually let your guard down and treated her like a real partner, you would eventually learn to love her."

Dorrent’s face instantly hardened into a smooth, chilling mask of malice. He slammed his foot on the brakes, the car sliding to a halt right in front of the mansion’s main portico. The headlights bathed the grand stone pillars in a harsh, white glare, casting shadows across the driveway.

He turned his head slowly, his silver eyes locking onto Shadron’s face with an intense, suffocating authority that completely silenced the air inside the cabin.

"Shut the hell up right now and stop being so sentimental, Shadron," Dorrent delivered, his voice dropping into a low rasp. "A hypocritical guy like you, who literally fucks a different woman every single day of the week just to empty his balls, has absolutely no right to talk to me about love."