Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18: The Mating Curse

The facility was located in the Silver Heights district, perched on a cliffside where the air was filtered and crisp. Guron Grefo’s personal security detail had cleared the path, leading Jannah through hallways of soft, glowing light and acoustic-dampening floors. For Jannah, every step felt like walking through a dream that she didn’t quite belong in.

"He’s in Room 402," Guron said, his voice unusually quiet as he stopped at the entrance of a glass-walled suite. "I’ll give you some privacy. My men will be at the end of the hall."

Jannah nodded, her throat tight. She pushed the door open, expecting to find her grandfather, Duro, lost in the hollow, glazed-eyed stupor that had defined the last year of his life.

Instead, she saw him sitting by a massive window, a quilted blanket over his knees. His white hair was neatly combed, and for the first time in months, his eyes weren’t wandering the room in search of a ghost. They were sharp, focused, and brimming with the ancient wisdom that had once made him the most respected herbalist in the slums.

"Jannah?" his voice was a thin, raspy thread, but it carried her name with perfect clarity.

"Grandpa!" Jannah cried, rushing to his side. She dropped to her knees by his chair, clutching his weathered, calloused hands in hers. They were warm. He was here. "You recognize me? You know who I am?"

Duro let out a soft, wheezing chuckle, his thumb tracing the back of her hand. "How could I forget the face of my own heart? You’ve been gone for a few days, little bird. Where have you been? This place... it smells of machines and expensive chemicals. Why am I here?"

Jannah forced a smile, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill. She couldn’t tell him about the Grefo family, about the deal she had made with the devil’s father, or the dangerous game of shadows she was playing with Dorrent. "I’ve taken a job, Grandpa. A very high-paying one. I’m safe, and I’m doing well. This facility... it’s the best in the city. They’re going to help your memory."

Duro sighed, looking out at the sprawling, wealthy skyline. He looked tired with the weariness of a man who had seen too much of the world’s cruelty. "I don’t like it here, Jannah. The air is too clean, the walls too white. I miss the sound of the rain on our tin roof. I miss the smell of the damp earth in our little garden. I would prefer to be home, even if the walls are rotting. I don’t need to be fixed; I just need to be with you."

"Just for a little while, Grandpa," she whispered, leaning her head against his knee. "Just until you’re stronger."

Duro was silent for a long time, his hand resting on her hair. Then, he leaned forward, his expression turning serious. "You’ve grown pale, my child. And there is a tension in your shoulders that shouldn’t be there. You are nineteen. It is the height of your bloom."

He took a slow breath, his eyes clouding with a sudden, urgent worry. "There is a mate party in the town square this weekend. I heard the nurses talking about it. You should go. It’s time you found yourself an Alpha to claim you, to protect you, to give you a life away from this burden. You are beautiful enough to attract the highest gaze. You shouldn’t settle down with a ghost of an old man; you should settle down with a mate."

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify