Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106: A Walking Disaster Wrapped in Innocence

Joanne’s fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly her knuckles turned a white against the leather wrapper. The tires hummed an ominous tune against the cracked asphalt of the sector expressway, the city’s neon lights casting flickering shadows across her elegant profile. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes darting away from the road for a brief second to lock onto the young doctor sitting beside her in the dim cabin.

"What exactly do you mean by that, Damian?" Joanne demanded, her voice dropping into a tense whisper that cut straight through the low vibration of the car engine. "Are you saying those horrific accidents weren’t some freak spiritual occurrence? Who could possibly possess the kind of terrifying reach to police a girl’s bedroom from the shadows for years without getting caught by the authorities?"

Damian let out a heavy breath, leaning his head back against the headrest as he watched the rusted, sprawling architecture of the outer slums blur past his window. His expression was tight, completely stripped of its usual calmness, replaced instead by the analytical calculation of a man who had spent four years putting together a puzzle made of blood and secrets.

"Think about the historical data, Joanne," Damian began, his voice carrying an intense, chilling gravity that filled the small space. "If you look back through Jannah’s family background, the first-born daughters of their lineage have always been believed to be cursed in that exact, devastating way. For generations, the rumor mill has claimed that any Alpha who tries to touch them or make them a wife ends up ruined or dead. But if these women are biologically capable of producing a legendary Enigma child—the ultimate sovereign being that can dominate all other ranks—then it means a curse is just a convenient cover story. It means there is a hidden number of powerful, dangerous people who already know the secret of her bloodline, and they end up wanting to own them. To keep the prize pure and available, they will ruthlessly eliminate anyone who dares to get close."

Damian turned his body slightly in the leather seat, his eyes flaring with a realization-filled light as he gestured toward the small case resting in Joanne’s lap. "Take my own father, Bellero Boren, as the perfect modern example of this layout. The moment he discovered that Dorrent Grefo had involved himself with Jannah, he didn’t hesitate for a single second. He was willing to eliminate your billionaire boyfriend from the picture. Why? Because Dorrent was getting dangerously close to claiming the prize. My father was simply acting as the hidden executioner, preserving Jannah for his bloodline."

He leaned closer to the center console, his tone dropping into a flat, freezing whisper. "If my father is doing it right now, who is to say someone else wasn’t doing the exact same thing years ago? The secret of Jannah’s biology is likely known by a lot more people than we think know about her. The previous five dominant Alphas who tried to claim her over the last few years didn’t meet their drastic ends because of some magical, mystical omen. They were targeted, systematically hunted, and slaughtered by invisible forces who wanted to keep her womb empty until they were ready to strike. It wasn’t a curse, Joanne. It was the brutal reality of her biology being wanted by monsters."

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