Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183: The Words I Would Love to Say

Dorrent slowly withdrew his head from her neck, his frame shifting as he got off Jannah. He sat back on the edge of the mattress, the linen sheets rustling beneath his weight. The S-tier Alpha looked completely drained, his broad chest heaving in cycles, the white bandages wrapped around his torso strained and slightly stained with a fresh speck of crimson where his stitches protested the sudden movement.

Jannah pushed herself up against the headboard, her back pinning against the pillows. She was trembling violently, her chest heaving as she drew the suffocating, hot air into her lungs. She reached up with a shaking hand, her fingers brushing the shell of her ear where she had bitten him. Her fingertips came away stained with blood. She looked across the small distance at him, watching the blood slowly trickle down the side of his neck, painting his sharp jawline in a gruesome smear.

"Are you... are you completely a psycho?" Jannah whispered, her voice fracturing as tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision. She clutched the sheets tightly against her bare chest, her voice rising in a toxic mix of confusion and deep, emotional agony. "Why didn’t you stop me?! You are an S-tier Alpha! You have the strength to crush a man’s skull with your bare hands, Dorrent! Why the hell did you just sit there and let me do it?! Why didn’t you pull away?!"

Dorrent slowly turned his head to look at her, his eyes completely calm, devoid of the predatory fire that had consumed him moments before.

"Because I understand you," he delivered flatly, his voice dropping into a low, rough vibration that carried an uncharacteristic softness. "I know you are angry, Jannah. I know the hatred inside your chest is burning you alive. If drawing my blood is the only way you can vent that anger... then I will let you do it."

Dorrent moved closer on the mattress. He reached out his hand and gently used the pad of his thumb to rub the tears away from her cheeks.

"I am very sorry, Jannah," he murmured, his breath fanning across her forehead, his eyes locking into hers with a sudden, heavy solemnity. "I am sorry about everything. I realize now... I’ve been treating you like a fully grown, seasoned woman who knows how to navigate this psychological warfare. But you are way younger than me. You are only nineteen. Compared to me, you’re just a kid who shouldn’t have to bear the weight of my damage."

"I am not a kid!" Jannah snapped fiercely, violently slapping his hand away from her face, her eyes flashing with immediate indignation. "Don’t you dare call me that! Do not use my age to dismiss my mind, Alpha Grefo! If we are talking about maturity, I am far more mature than you are, considering the pathetic way you usually behave! You act like a hormonal, undisciplined teenager who completely loses his mind the second he gets horny and can’t control his basic bodily urges!"

Dorrent’s jaw clenched slightly, a sudden, dark flash of his habitual arrogance flickering within his eyes. He leaned in a fraction of an inch, his voice dropping into a dirty rasp that cut straight through her defense.

"Well... I can certainly tell you’re not a kid when it comes to handling his cock, little physician," he murmured, his gaze deliberately dropping to the curve of her throat. "Your body takes that like a fully grown woman, and you know it."

"You disgusting, perverted monster!" Jannah cursed him thoroughly, her face burning crimson under the golden lamp light as she pulled the covers tighter around her frame.

Dorrent let out a short, heavy breath, his expression softening back into that troubled, complex gravity. He stared down at his own palms, his chest expanding with a slow sigh. "But you’re right. I am also wondering why the hell I behave like a complete teenager when it comes to you. I don’t recognize myself anymore, Jannah. The moment I see you, my systems completely malfunction. I just lose it. I am going completely crazy."

He looked back up, his eyes swamped with an intense vulnerability that made her breath hitch. "I get so intensely worried the second you are in even the slightest danger. My mind fractures at the mere thought of you being hurt. I never want to see you leave my side, and the thought of another man touching a single millimeter of your skin makes me want to burn this entire city to the ground. Maybe... maybe I’m..."

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