Vengeance in His Bed

The emergency trauma doors flew open with a violent smash as the medical hover-bed was wheeled into the critical care wing at a frantic, breakneck pace. Jannah lay completely pale and unresponsive on the sheets, her blood still seeping through the temporary cloth restraints Dorrent had gathered around her ribs.

Dorrent strode right alongside the bed, his chest heaving beneath his blood-soaked shirt, his eyes completely fixed on her face. But the heavy scent of his winter-frost pheromones wasn’t the only dominant frequency flooding the clean white corridor. Right behind his shoulder, footsteps pounded furiously against the linoleum as Damian Boren chased them down, his handsome features warped into a mask of pure, unadulterated rage.

"What did you do to her, Grefo?!" Damian roared, his deep voice bouncing off the high ceiling as he tried to push past Dorrent’s broad frame to reach the bed. "Answer me! What the hell did you do to Jannah?!"

Dorrent didn’t even turn his head, his profile a cold, rigid block of granite as he kept pace with the sprinting nurses. "Get the hell out of my face, Boren," he hissed, his voice dropping into a sub-zero, gravelly register. "Do not bother me at all right now, and mind your own goddamn business before I lose my patience entirely."

"Mind my own business?!" Damian fired back, his eyes flashing with a dangerous underworld heat that matched the tech mogul’s intensity step for step. "She is my girlfriend! When my woman is brought into my own hospital bleeding to death from a gunshot wound while sitting in your vehicle, it becomes my absolute business! I demand to know the truth right now!"

The chaotic procession reached the double automated doors of the main surgical suite—the absolute staff-only restriction room. The head trauma nurse immediately spun around, placing her hands firmly against Dorrent’s chest to block his path. "Alpha Grefo, you must stop right here! You cannot go past this threshold under any circumstances! We need to stabilize her vitals immediately!"

The doors clicked shut, locking Jannah inside the sterile theater and leaving the two towering Alphas standing face-to-face in the narrow hallway. The air between them instantly turned into solid ice, humming with a suppressed, lethal static that made the nearby assistant staff back away in sheer terror.

Damian immediately stepped into Dorrent’s personal space, his chest practically slamming against the billionaire’s as he kept bothering him, refusing to let the matter drop. "You’re going to tell me exactly who shot her, Grefo, or I swear to God—"

"Why don’t you look closer to home for your answers, Mafia prince?" Dorrent interrupted, a dark, cynical smirk twisting his lips as he looked down at the doctor with absolute disdain. He leaned forward, his voice dropping into a cruel, calculated whisper. "How do you know that maybe your own father’s men weren’t the ones pulling the trigger? How do you know Notorious Bellero Boren didn’t send his syndicate assassins down to that isolated road to kill me, and they mistakenly shot her instead? Maybe you were the one who went crying to your father, asking for his help to take me out of the picture."

Dorrent’s eyes flared with a sudden, blinding crimson light as he tapped a finger against Damian’s collarbone. "You should know by now, Boren... I am not that simple to kill. If your family wants my head, you’ll have to do much better than a botched ambush in the bushes."

Damian was taken completely aback for a split second, his jaw locking as his breath hitched in his throat. The accusation hit him like a physical blow. A cold wave of internal dread washed over his mind because he knew reality—his father was an unhinged, ruthless dictator who might actually do something exactly like that to secure the Boren family dominance. But Damian had explicitly confronted his father days ago, telling the old man to leave the entire matter of Jannah completely to him, promising that he would make the cursed omega girl love him willingly without underworld interference.

Had his father ignored him? Had the Boren syndicate tried to assassinate Dorrent Grefo today?

The hesitation lasted for only a fraction of a second before Damian aggressively dismissed the terrifying thought, forcing his defensive mask back into place as he fired right back at the CEO. "Do not talk about things you have absolutely zero evidence about, Grefo! You’re grasping at shadows to hide your own negligence!"

Damian’s eyes narrowed into sharp, analytical slits as he raked his gaze over the billionaire’s blood-stained clothes. "Let’s speak about what’s actually happening here. What kind of a job was Jannah even doing inside your estate anyway? Is she a house maid cleaning your floors, or is the great, untouchable CEO of Gammar Tech suffering from a certain hidden disease, and she’s using her herbs to treat him?"

The question hit Dorrent’s pride like an absolute hammer blow. Deep within his chest, a primal panic flared. He could not tell this man the singular, humiliating secret he had been guarding with all his life—the fact that he had been suffering from absolute biological impotence for five long years, and that Jannah had been contracted as a herbalist to fix his dead system. If the Boren syndicate discovered that the multi-billionaire Alpha was physically incapacitated, the corporate hierarchy would completely shatter.

Dorrent’s face turned utterly savage, his fists clenching at his sides as he refused to give an inch. "I told you to mind your own business, Boren. Her employment contract is entirely confidential."

"Since I am Jannah’s boyfriend, I have every right to know exactly what kind of job she does for a man like you!" Damian barked back, his patience entirely evaporating. When he saw absolutely no response from Dorrent—nothing but a cold silence and a murderous glare—Damian let out a sharp, frustrated breath. "Fine. Keep your secrets. I’ll go check on her condition myself as her primary physician."

Damian spun around, his hand reaching out, about to open the restricted surgical door to step into the theater.

In a flash of pure, primal violence, Dorrent’s hand shot forward like a striking viper. He clamped his fingers around Damian’s wrist with bone-crushing strength, completely stopping the doctor’s movement in mid-air. An immense, suffocating shockwave of S-tier energy violently exploded from Dorrent’s body, pinning the air down as he bared his teeth, his silver eyes completely swamped by a lethal crimson fire.

"Stop right there, Boren," Dorrent ordered, his voice a deep, demonic vibration. "You take one more step toward that door, and I will dismantle you right here."