Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197: Cursed No More

Shadron cleared his throat loudly, leaning against the doorframe as his eyes darted nervously between the two of them. "Look, Dorrent, this is really not the time to be showing off your affection," Shadron grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. "We need to start moving already. Every minute we stand here in these bogs, the whole neighborhood is surrounding us."

Dorrent didn’t loosen his grip on Jannah’s waist by even a millimeter. He didn’t even bother turning his head, his face still deeply buried in the fragrant curve of her neck. "Give me a minute, Shadron," Dorrent delivered flatly, his deep voice muffled against her skin. "Or better yet, go get yourself someone to hug out there. You can hug Shalen."

Shalen, who was standing right behind Shadron with her tablet tucked beneath her arm, let out a smooth, polished scoff. "No thank you, Sir. I am completely uninterested in a playboy like Shadron."

Shadron rolled his eyes, turning toward the door. "As if I’m interested either. I’m not even interested in omega women anymore."

Before Shadron could step further out, the loud, chaotic sound of raised voices and angry yelling erupted from the narrow alleyway outside. A crowd was gathering right near their transport, the residents shouting over one another in a sudden confrontation.

"Check what the hell is happening," Dorrent ordered without looking up.

Shadron and Shalen stepped out into the damp lane to check on the commotion, closing the door behind them, leaving Jannah and Dorrent alone in the quiet, dusty room.

The second the latch clicked shut, Jannah began to push against his chest. She thrashed her upper body, trying to twist her head away from his shoulder. "Let go of me, Dorrent!" she gasped out, her hands shoving against his shoulders. "I want to go outside and see what’s going on! Let me go!"

"Whatever is happening outside doesn’t matter right now," Dorrent murmured, his hand moving up to cup the back of her head, gently but firmly pressing her face back against his collarbone. His winter-frost scent enveloped her completely, warm and suffocating. "Listen to me for a minute, Jannah. Just listen."

Jannah’s hands stiffened against his chest, her heart hammering wildly under her ribs.

"I am so sorry," Dorrent whispered, his rough voice carrying a rare vulnerability that vibrated straight through her skin. "I am so sorry for everything you went through... for being alienated and pushed away because of something you couldn’t help. It is not your fault that people call you cursed. It’s not your fault at all."

"I might not really know much about love, Jannah," Dorrent confessed quietly, his voice trembling with a sincerity that made the air feel heavy. "I don’t know the fairy tales or the romantic speeches. But what I do know... is that I never want to see you in pain. I hate seeing you worried, and I won’t tolerate anyone in this world treating you badly. I only wish the best for you."

Jannah let out a bitter laugh through her tears, her head lifting slightly from his chest as she glared up at his handsome bothered face with blotchy, tear-stained cheeks. "Wishing the best for me?" she argued, her voice cracking with emotional turmoil. "Is wishing the best for me forcing your way into my body? Impregnating me as you want, fucking me whenever your perverted mind craves it, and controlling my whole life so I can’t even go to school as I want?! What a weird, sick way of caring for someone, Alpha Grefo!"

Dorrent looked down into her wet, flashing eyes, a subtle, unbothered smirk touching the corners of his lips. "It isn’t as bad as you make it sound, little physician," he purred low in his throat, his thumb gently wiping a tear from her cheek. "I will take good care of you. All you have to do is be a good girl and comply with me. You will get the best of everything... far more than you are already getting from me."

Jannah’s eyebrows drew together, her jaw tightening. "And what am I already getting from you that you are referring to?"

Dorrent’s eyes flashed with a wicked amusement. "You know damn well what you’re getting," he whispered against her forehead, his tone dripping with explicit confidence. "You don’t need me to say it out loud."