Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113: Jannah Must Have Seriously Cursed You

The echo of Joanne’s slamming door had barely faded from the master suite when three sharp, urgent knocks rattled the wood.

Before Dorrent could even growl a refusal, the door pushed open and Shadron stepped inside, his eyes filled with immediate anxiety. He closed the door quickly behind him, locking it to keep their secrets inside the room.

"Why the hell were you two shouting like that?" Shadron hissed, his voice a tense, furious whisper as he stepped deeper into the dim light. He pointed aggressively toward the shared wall of the suite. "Damian is literally in the next room right now taking care of Jannah. Do you want him to hear every single dirty detail of your private life? If he catches even a hint of what is actually going on, the Boren family will have enough leverage to destroy you."

Dorrent didn’t stop his frantic pacing. He marched back and forth across the floor like a wounded beast, his hair completely disheveled and his shirt open at the collar. His silver eyes were wild, bloodshot with an unhinged frustration that he could no longer suppress.

"I am completely tired of all of this, Shadron!" Dorrent roared back in a low, gravelly undertone, slamming his massive fist against the stone mantle of the fireplace. "I have absolutely nothing under my control anymore. Nothing! I honestly thought that hiding the truth from my father—hiding the fact that it is only Jannah who can get me hard—was a smart move. I thought I could buy myself some time and figure out a way to fix my body before the wedding. But now I can’t. The walls are closing in on me, and it is driving me completely insane!"

He stopped pacing, turning his frame toward his best friend, his chest heaving violently as he confessed the deepest humiliation of his night. "Can you even imagine what just happened, Shadron? I tried to kiss Joanne. I tried so hard to force my body to react. But I felt completely bad, detached, and empty the entire time. It was like kissing a corpse. I even closed my eyes and desperately tried to imagine her as Jannah just so I could keep the kiss going, but my brain completely revolted. I just couldn’t do it."

Shadron let out a long, low whistle, shaking his head in absolute disbelief as he leaned his back against the doorframe.

"Man... Jannah must have seriously cursed you," Shadron muttered, his face turning incredibly serious under the faint lights. "She has cursed your system just like that crazy omega woman who cursed you with this impotence five years ago. I swear, these omega women seem completely dangerous to our kind. They possess some kind of weird, dark hold over us. Honestly, I think I might have to start avoiding them completely myself."

Shadron rubbed the back of his neck, a small, cynical smirk flashing across his face for a split second. "I mean, look at the omegas I left back at my own apartment last week. They are probably tearing themselves apart right now, crying and breaking my expensive glass bottles just because I walked out on them. They are too much drama."

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