Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Help Him Release

Jannah stood pressed against the cold oak of the wardrobe, her chest heaving, her eyes locked onto the massive, throbbing erection that continued to pulse with a life of its own. It was a sight that defied all logic. For the last five years, Dorrent Grefo had been subjected to the most expensive, highly advanced medical treatments from the most beautiful, powerful omega and beta physicians in the upper echelons of the city. He had laid naked before elite beauties, untouched by desire, his body numb and unresponsive to their alluring charms.

And yet, here he was, fully rigid, veins pulsing along the heavy length of his member, all because of the fumbling, trembling hands of the low-born omega he had just insulted.

Dorrent’s eyes shifted from the ceiling down to his own hardened state, and then, slowly, his intense gaze traveled up to Jannah’s terrified face. The sheer confusion warring with the burning, agonizing need in his eyes was palpable. The fire in his lower abdomen was driving him completely insane; it was a hot, clawing itch that he had forgotten how to feel. His blood roared in his ears, and despite the lingering hatred he felt for the circumstances, a sudden, unfamiliar heat surged through his veins, demanding immediate release.

Dorrent cleared his throat, the sound rough and grating in the heavy atmosphere.

"Come here," he commanded, though the sharp, vicious bite that had characterized his earlier threats was entirely gone. His voice had dropped an octave, deepening into a low, husky rumble that coiled around Jannah’s senses like a thick, inescapable mist. "Continue with the treatment."

Jannah’s breath hitched. Her hands, still pressed flat against the wood of the wardrobe for support, felt cold. "I—I can’t. You said—"

"I don’t care what I said," Dorrent interrupted, his voice dropping into a register so intimate and dark it sent a shiver straight down her spine. The authoritative CEO who loathed the ground she walked on had vanished, replaced by a desperate, possessive alpha driven to the edge by his own biology. "A physician does not abandon their patient mid-treatment, Jannah. Especially when the patient requires... immediate attention."

His eyes darkened, boring into hers with a possessive heat that left her feeling stripped bare. The massive cock between his thighs twitched, the heavy head glistening under the dim bedside lamp. He was burning up. The years of cold, barren cycles were washing away in a tide of pure, unadulterated lust.

But before Jannah could formulate a single word of refusal, before she could gather the courage to step back toward the bed or run from the room, the door swung open with a loud, resounding click.

The authoritative thud of footsteps echoed on the Persian rug. Guron Grefo, the patriarch of the Grefo family and Dorrent’s father, stepped into the dimly lit master suite.

Guron was an imposing alpha whose silver-streaked hair did nothing to diminish his sharp, calculating presence. He had come to check on his son’s progress, fully expecting another report of failure, another session where Dorrent had driven away a physician in a fit of rage. But as his sharp gaze swept across the room—taking in the naked Alpha bound to the bed, the flushed, terrified omega trembling in the corner, and the unmistakable, towering ridge of Dorrent’s erection—Guron stopped dead in his tracks.

A wide, ecstatic grin spread across the older alpha’s face. His eyes flared with a triumphant, golden light, and without a second thought, Guron let out a booming laugh that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. He began to clap his hands together, a slow, rhythmic sound that cut through the silence like a series of gunshots.

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