Vengeance in His Bed

The toxic static in the washroom was so thick it felt as though the air might spontaneously combust. Dorrent’s chest was pressed flush against Jannah’s trembling frame, his silver eyes completely swamped by a lethal, burning crimson fire as he slowly leaned his head down, his lips practically brushing against her neck to fulfill his terrifying promise.

But just as Dorrent was getting dangerously closer to her, the heavy, rhythmic thud of commanding footsteps echoed from the adjacent bedroom.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

A knock rattled the wooden frame of the room’s door, followed immediately by the sound of it being swung open without a single care for privacy. It was Guron Grefo. His booming voice carried the weight of absolute dominance as he called out into the seemingly empty quarters.

"Dorrent!" Guron demanded, his footsteps pacing across the floorboards. "Where the hell are you hiding? I have just been told you have completely neglected your executive duties and have not gone to work today just to stay behind and take care of Jannah Nenth. I do not approve of this reckless behavior at all, Dorrent! You are the CEO of a multi-billion-credit conglomerate. You should leave Jannah to Doctor Belle and the medical staff, and get your ass down to the the company immediately!"

Inside the narrow toilet enclosure, Dorrent’s entire body went completely rigid. A dark, venomous curse slid silently through his clenched teeth as his knuckles whitened against the tiled wall. The timing of his father’s intrusion couldn’t have been more disastrous.

Outside in the bedroom, the sound of plastic rustling filled the quiet air as Guron walked over to the bedside cabinet. "I brought some fruits for Jannah to accelerate her cellular recovery," Guron muttered aloud, placing the heavy basket down on the table with a dull thud. The moment his golden eyes raked over the rumpled, empty silk sheets, his eyebrows furrowed in immediate suspicion. Noticing that the injured girl was missing, he raised his voice, calling out into the suite. "Jannah? Are you in here?"

Jannah’s heart hammered against her fractured ribs. Realizing that the older Alpha was her singular, immediate chance to escape the suffocating, predatory trap she was pinned in, she desperately opened her dry lips.

"I’m... I’m here, Alpha Guron," Jannah called out as loudly as her shallow lungs would allow, her voice a slightly trembling, defensive line cutting through the bathroom door. "I am in the toilet right now."

"Ah, I see," Guron’s voice boomed back, his footsteps shifting slightly closer to the washroom perimeter but stopping out of respect for her modesty. "It is exceptionally good to hear that you are finally awake, child. Your recovery is paramount to our current arrangements. Tell me, have you seen Dorrent anywhere since you opened your eyes? His transport never left the gates this morning."

Before a single syllable of a reply could even form in Jannah’s throat, Dorrent’s hand shot forward with terrifying velocity. He clamped his palm directly over her small mouth, completely stopping her breath and crushing her words back down her throat. He pinned her head against the tiled wall, his towering frame crushing her lower half against the porcelain seat.

He leaned his face down until his sharp jawline was pressed directly against her ear, his silver-rimmed eyes wide and flashing with a predatory warning.

"You listen to me very carefully, little physician," Dorrent whispered, his voice a deep rasp that sent a chill straight down her spine. He didn’t just hold her still; slowly, deliberately, he began to trail his free hand down the contours of her exposed body, caressing the soft skin of her bare hip and traveling upward toward her slim waist, his fingers intentionally applying a slow, torturous pressure right near the edge of her medical bandages. "You are going to tell my father that you have absolutely not seen me this morning. If you want this torment to stop—if you want my hands to get off your body right now—you will obey my command. Choose your words wisely, or I will tear these clothes off you before he even opens that door."

Jannah’s eyes widened in absolute, panicked horror. The suffocating weight of his S-tier pheromones combined with the deliberate, agonizing torment of his tracing fingers was completely unbearable for her fragile, wounded biology. She could feel her stitches pulling, her body reacting with a terrifying, electric shudder to his unwanted touch. Left with absolutely no option under his brute physical leverage, she franticly shook her head in complete, bitter acceptance, her tears of humiliation and pain threatening to spill past her eyelashes.

Seeing her submission, Dorrent slowly, calculatedly curled his lips into a wicked smirk and pulled his hand away from her mouth by a mere fraction of an inch, keeping his fingers firmly embedded in her hip.

Jannah swallowed the lump of hatred in her throat, forcing her voice to sound as baseline stable as possible as she called out through the locked door. "No, Alpha Guron... I... I have not seen him at all this morning. I only just woke up a short while ago, and there was only the doctor in here earlier."

"Hmph. Unbelievable," Guron scoffed from the bedroom, his tone dripping with an absolute, irritated fatigue. "He must be hiding out in the lower sectors avoiding my calls. Fine. I will go find him myself and drag him out."

Guron paused for a brief second, his shadow shifting past the frosted glass of the washroom door. "How exactly are you faring on, Jannah? Is the localized cellular treatment working?"

Jannah leaned her head back against Dorrent’s hard, muscular chest, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling as she fought through the pain. "I am doing much better, sir... thank you very much for your kind concern and for the fruits."

"Good. Keep resting. I need you well and kicking," Guron stated coldly. Without another word, his footsteps turned away, pacing rapidly across the grand suite until the door slammed shut with a final, echoing click that signaled his absolute departure from the room.

The exact second the room went completely silent, Dorrent slowly released his bone-crushing grip on her waist. He stepped back by a single pace, his chest heaving as his silver eyes raked over her flushed, panting form, his gaze lingering on the prominent hard crotch that still strained violently against his tailored trousers.

He let out a chuckle that carried a deeply cynical, mocking amusement. He adjusted his cuffs with a slow, chilling precision, looking down at the broken, defiant girl on the porcelain seat.

"You are exceptionally lucky this morning, little physician," Dorrent whispered, his voice dropping into a flat rasp that vibrated with an absolute promise of future ruin. He turned his torso toward the exit, a dark, wicked smile curling his handsome features as he threw a final, lingering look over his shoulder. "I am going to leave you alone for now, simply because I know it won’t take a long time for Guron to realize I’m not in the lower sector and come back into this room looking for my body again. And as you already know perfectly well from our previous encounters... with my unyielding stamina, if I start driving myself inside you right now, a few minutes won’t be nearly enough to satisfy my cock, and that rushed interruption will only spoil the fun."