Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190: Save Him or Let Him Perish

"Then you should be happy," Shadron delivered coldly, his voice a flat, freezing line that carried no emotion. "Because he is surely dying right now, Jannah."

Jannah’s heart shattered against her ribs. Her breath died in her throat, her eyes widening into horror as she stared at the side of Shadron’s face. "What... what do you mean he’s dying?" she choked out, her voice dropping into a desperate, trembling whisper. "Stop joking about such things, Shadron! He was just talking to me a second ago! He was just mocking me!"

"I am not joking with you, girl," Shadron muttered. "The bullets were poisoned. It’s eating him up. There is no antidote, Jannah. None."

Jannah’s mind went blank, a suffocating static roaring in her ears. "No... no, you’re lying," she whispered, her hands frantically dropping to Dorrent’s wrist, her fingers pressing into the pulse point. "Diagnose him yourself if you think it’s a lie," Shadron added flatly.

Jannah’s healing instincts took over, her shaking fingers tracking the radial artery. Her breath hitched. The pulse was incredibly faint, a sluggish, irregular thready skip that felt like a dying ember. His skin—the skin that had felt like a molten furnace against her body last night—was rapidly losing its warmth. It felt slick with a cold, clammy sweat.

"If he is dying... if his system is collapsing right now, why the hell aren’t you doing anything?!" Jannah screamed at Shadron, her voice cracking with a strange desperation that she couldn’t rationalize. She gripped Dorrent’s cold face between her hands, her thumbs brushing against his sharp cheekbones. "Why are you just driving?! Turn the car around! Take him to medical centers!"

"Because there is absolutely nothing those medical centers can do, Jannah," Shadron countered, his voice dripping with a bitter, exhausted finality. "The top geneticists in the city have already analyzed him. If the highest multi-billion-credit resources couldn’t flatten the toxin, how am I—a standard mechanical engineer—supposed to fix his neural pathways? He’s done. His system has finally reached its biological limit."

Jannah couldn’t stay still. A wild madness flared behind her eyes as she stared down at the unconscious, handsome face slumped beside her. The sharp, arrogant lines of his jaw, the heavy brow that usually carried an untouchable authority—everything was perfectly still, like a magnificent piece of broken marble.

He can’t die, her mind shrieked in , chaotic panic. He cannot die like this.

A sudden torrent of conflicting emotions rushed through her chest, choking her logical thoughts. She looked for any structural excuse to justify the terrifying terror griping her heart. He can’t die yet because we haven’t found the truth about my parents! her mind reasoned frantically. Yes... that’s why. If his heart stops functioning, the case of the black cycle slaughter will be buried forever! I will never know if he was the executioner! But deep below the excuses, a much more terrifying reality was clawing at her nerves. The mark on her neck was throbbing in agonizing sync with his failing pulse. He had just made her his mate last night. He had forced her into the bond, locking their frequencies together permanently.

If he dies... who am I supposed to remain with in this world? she thought, a sudden sob rising in her throat as she gripped his shirt. I am still so young... my body has been completely branded by his frequency. No other Alpha in this city will ever accept a woman who bears the permanent mark of another man. I will be left entirely alone, stranded in this golden cage with nothing but his ghost! He can’t just force his way into my body, break my pride into pieces, make me call him husband, and then leave me behind this easily! It’s unfair!

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