Vengeance in His Bed

The door of the library had barely clicked shut behind Guron before Dorrent turned on his heel, his mind a turbulent storm of raw aggression and unyielding possessiveness.

He didn’t want to think about Joanne, or the shitty merger, or the crushing weight of his father’s corporate expectations. His feet moved on pure instinct, carrying his frame across the grand hallways of the East Wing toward the medical suite where Jannah was receiving her critical treatment.

Without a single fraction of a thought, Dorrent gripped the brass handle and threw the door open without knocking.

But the moment his shoes cleared the threshold, his entire body went completely, paralyzingly frozen.

The doctor in charge of Jannah’s recovery, a senior doctor named Ms Belle, was standing right beside the clinical bed. To properly care for the trauma patient, check for secondary entrance wounds, and maintain absolute sterile hygiene around the bandaged rib cage, Miss Belle had completely stripped Jannah naked. Jannah lay entirely exposed atop the white medical sheets, her pale, porcelain skin striking against the sterile environment as the doctor slowly, deliberately dipped a soft cloth into a bowl of warm antiseptic water, gently wiping her body down to prevent any localized infection.

Ms Belle stopped her hand in mid-air, turning her head toward the sudden intrusion. She blinked in surprise, looking at the brooding tech tycoon slightly frozen at the door, his eyes locked onto the bed.

"Alpha Grefo," Miss Belle spoke up, her voice entirely professional yet carrying a subtle note of caution. "I am currently performing a full-body sanitary cleanse on the patient. Will you be comfortable to come in, or would you prefer to wait outside until I am finished dressing her?"

Dorrent forced his jaw to unlock, his composure fracturing for a split second before his deep voice dropped into a flat monotone to mask the sudden surge of heat in his chest. "You forget who you are speaking to, Doctor Belle," Dorrent murmured, taking a deliberate step into the room and closing the door firmly behind his back. "I was a licensed physician myself before I ever stepped into the boardroom as a CEO. I have spent years in trauma theaters. I don’t mind seeing a naked body at all. Continue your duties."

He walked over to the foot of the bed, his hands sliding into his trouser pockets as his silver eyes raked over Jannah’s exposed, defenseless frame.

He watched in an absolute, suffocating silence as Miss Belle dipped the cloth again, wiping her beautiful body slowly, deliberately, tracing the smooth line of her collarbone and the soft skin of her abdomen. As the quiet seconds ticked by, a dark, primal switch flipped deep within Dorrent’s mind. He found himself envisioning his own hands holding that soft cloth—he started imagining himself as the one wiping down that pale, flawless body, his own internal temperature spiking rapidly until his skin felt entirely hot under his collar.

His gaze darkened, fixed with a predatory intensity. He looked at her pink, pointy nipples rising and falling with her shallow breathing, then traced the flawless, incredibly slim curve of her waist, traveling all the way down to her womanly junction, which was neatly shaved, exposed entirely to the harsh medical lights. His mind spun completely out of control; he imagined himself exploring every single centimeter of that neat, forbidden territory with his hands, pinning her down beneath his weight just as he had done before.

The exact moment Miss Belle’s hand reached that intimate part to carefully wipe the surrounding skin, Jannah’s lower torso gave a sudden, involuntary jerk. Even in her deep, unconscious state, her fragile omega biology registered the intrusion, her legs slightly moving as she tried to instinctively close herself off from the cold touch.

"Stop," Dorrent barked out suddenly, his deep voice slicing through the quiet room with a harsh, defensive edge that made the doctor freeze. His silver eyes narrowed into locked slits as he stared at the bed. "She is exceptionally sensitive in that area. Do not rub her roughly there."

Miss Belle paused, her eyes shifting from Jannah’s slightly moving thighs up to the billionaire’s intense, rigid face. She let out a soft breath. "Alpha Grefo, it is only natural and completely expected that anyone, especially a young omega, will react automatically at being touched there, even while unconscious. It is a baseline neurological reflex."

"No," Dorrent countered instantly without his consent, his voice dropping into a low, possessive growl that brooked absolutely no medical debate. "Hers is entirely too sensitive."

Miss Belle’s eyebrows rose in sudden, deep realization. She stood up to her height, adjusting her glasses as her sharp medical mind began connecting the pieces of why this tech tycoon was personally managing the girl’s home care. "How exactly did you know that, Alpha Grefo?" she asked, her voice turning highly curious and slightly testing. "Or are you... perhaps intimately familiar with the exact neurological responses of her lower anatomy?"

Before she could finish her scandalous sentence, Dorrent’s expression turned utterly savage, his winter-frost pheromones violently leaking into the room like an ice storm. "Do not ask me a single damn thing about my personal knowledge, Doctor Belle," he hissed, his jaw clenching with terrifying pressure. "Your contract is to treat her wound, not to cross-examine your employer."

Miss Belle quickly lowered her head, but as she resumed her work, a subtle, knowing smile touched her lips. "I apologize, sir. It is just that... this girl is remarkably beautiful. In all my years of working in this medical field, treating the wealthiest elites, I have never once seen a body with such an flawless, intoxicating genetic symmetry like hers. I must admit... I entirely understand if you have already had your way with her multiple times."

Dorrent’s chest heaved, his silver eyes flaring a dangerous, blinding crimson as his pride felt the sting of her observation. "What exactly do you mean by that, Doctor?" he demanded, his voice dropping into a lethal line.

Miss Belle didn’t answer with words. Instead, her gaze deliberately drifted down past his broad chest, locking directly onto the front of his tailored trousers. Following her eyes, Dorrent looked down and realized with an absolute, soul-crushing shock to his pride that his dead biology had completely betrayed him—there was a massive, incredibly rigid, and highly prominent hard crotch straining against the fabric of his pants, entirely aroused by the sight of the naked slum rat on the bed.

"I only mean to ask..." Miss Belle murmured, her eyes shifting back to his flushed, furious face with an intense, teasing curiosity. "...whether you are physically okay, Alpha Grefo? Your system seems highly reactive today." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

A wave of suffocating humiliation and possessiveness slammed into Dorrent’s brain. He couldn’t handle the fact that his deep, shameful secret of impotence was completely shattered by a single look at Jannah’s naked flesh, nor could he endure another person analyzing his desire for his property.

Without a single word of explanation, Dorrent turned on his heel and bolted out of the room, slamming the door behind him with a thunderous smash. He spun around, staring through the narrow glass partition at the doctor, his voice a roaring threat that echoed down the empty hallway.

"You shut your mouth and focus on her lungs, Doctor Belle! If you continue being so mouthy about my body or her... I will fire you and ensure you never practice medicine in this district again!"