Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 124

Chapter 124: Unwrapped Ambitions

The doors of the study room creaked softly as Dorrent and Shadron pushed their way inside.

Guron was seated behind his desk, swirling a glass of liquor. He lifted his eyes, a flicker of surprise crossing his handsome face as he noted the tight, anxious posture of his son and his best friend at this late hour. He put his glass down with a soft click, gesturing toward the chairs opposite him.

"Sit down, boys," Guron commanded, his deep voice carrying its usual heavy weight. "What is wrong with you two? You look like you’re carrying the weight of the whole world on your shoulders."

Dorrent dropped into a chair, but he remained rigid, his mouth locked in a tight, stubborn line. His immense pride was suffocating him, the words completely caught in his throat. Seeing his best friend unable to speak, Shadron took a deep breath and stepped forward to break the ice.

"Sir... Dorrent actually has something critical to talk to you about," Shadron started, his voice wavering slightly. He rubbed the back of his neck, the weight of the secret making his tongue feel heavy. "It’s about... it is regarding the little herbalist, Jannah. He..." Shadron trailed off, completely unable to force the scandalous medical details out of his mouth in front of the older Alpha.

Dorrent’s patience snapped. He slammed his palm down onto the armrest, his eyes flashing with a desperate intensity as he looked his father in the eye.

"Forget it, Shadron!" Dorrent barked, turning his fierce gaze onto Guron. "I’ll say it myself. Father... it is only Jannah that can get me erect. No one else. That’s how farthest her treatment has gone."

Guron froze. He blinked slowly, surprise washing over his face as if he hadn’t heard the words correctly. He leaned forward across the desk, his brow furrowing into ridges. "What exactly do you mean by that, Dorrent? Are you telling me that her medical herbs finally worked on your system? You take her medicine and now you can get it hard?"

"No, that is not what I mean at all!" Dorrent growled, his face frustrated as he bared the truth. "What I am telling you is that without any herbs, without any medicine, my body reacts to her touch. I can get it hard and fuck her. She is the only woman alive who can make me function like a real man at the moment."

The reaction from the old man was instant, and it blindsided both younger men.

Instead of blowing up in a furious rage, Guron’s eyes lit up in delight. A booming laugh tore from his chest, and he actually stood up and clapped his hands together in celebration.

Dorrent and Shadron exchanged a confused, bewildered look. Dorrent’s jaw literally dropped. He stared at his father as if the old man had completely lost his mind. For the past five years, Guron had done nothing but aggressively pressure Dorrent to cure his impotence so he could successfully marry the elite beauty queen Joanne and merge their empires. It made no sense for him to be cheering right now.

"Father, why the hell are you behaving like this?!" Dorrent demanded, his voice laced with confusion. "Aren’t you mad at me? I am screwing another woman when I am officially supposed to marry Joanne! You should be throwing a fit!"

"Mad? Why on earth would I be mad?!" Guron beamed, entirely unfazed as he settled back into his chair, a satisfied grin stretching across his face. "This is absolutely great news! Tell me, Dorrent... how many times have you actually slept with her so far?"

Dorrent shifted uncomfortably, his pride stinging under his father’s intense interrogation. "Twice," he muttered roughly.

"Good. Very good," Guron nodded approvingly, his eyes gleaming with ambition. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping into a probing register. "And tell me the truth, son... did you two use any form of protection during those encounters?"

Guron’s smile vanished instantly, his features turning hard as he waved his hand dismissively. "You do not need to worry your head about your mother, Dorrent. I will deal with my wife personally. She is just not feeling well lately, and her pride simply cannot stand the sight of a poor girl from the slums living inside her house. It is a simple matter of status, nothing more."

"And what about the arranged marriage to Joanne?" Shadron ventured carefully from the side, his voice tense. "The Vice President’s family is expecting a wedding. How do we navigate that disaster if Jannah gets pregnant for Dorrent?"

"I will deal with the marriage and the Vice President later," Guron stated flatly, his tone turning cold as he stood up from his desk, indicating the meeting was over. "Leave the room now, boys. Go back to your quarters and rest."

Dorrent and Shadron slowly rose from their chairs, turning toward the exit doors. But just as Dorrent’s hand gripped the handle, Guron’s voice boomed out from behind them, stopping them.

"Wait a moment," Guron called out, his eyes locking onto his son’s shoulders. "Before you leave... there is one more thing. What exactly is that Boren boy doing here?"

Dorrent turned his head slightly, his jaw tightening. "He is here treating Jannah’s body from poison, turns out the bullet had been poisoned, Father. And according to what I’ve heard... he is also her boyfriend."

Guron’s glass slipped from his fingers, crashing against the floor as his face turned pale with terror.

"What?!"