Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200: War in the Bogs

Jannah stood frozen against Dorrent’s chest, her breathing coming in fast, ragged gasps, her knuckles white where she was still clutching his shirt. She swallowed hard, forcing her chin up as she glared back at the scarred man through her tears.

"My parents are NOT regretting me!" Jannah shrieked back, her voice breaking with emotional turmoil. "They are not regretting anything! In fact, they must be happy up there right now because the true cause of their death is finally being investigated so their souls can rest in peace!"

Mr. Dromote let out a cold, sharp laugh that sounded entirely unhinged. He pointed a shaking finger at her face, his eyes flashing with a sinister truth. "Investigated?! You poor, pathetic fool! Maybe you haven’t heard the news circulating through the lower sector this morning, Jannah! You think the Grefos are your saviors? Your grandfather Duro didn’t die of old age! He was murdered by the Grefos too!"

The words hit the small room like a physical, suffocating explosion.

Jannah’s vision went briefly black. She froze entirely, her breath trapping itself in her throat as her heart did a violent, terrifying skip. She stared at Mr. Dromote, a sudden, cold sweat breaking out across her nape.

"Stop... stop making up sick stories!" Jannah choked out, her voice dropping into a frantic, trembling whisper as she shook her head repeatedly. "Stop lying to me! I was with the Grefos when my grandfather passed away! I literally witnessed his very last breath with my own eyes... while Dorrent was standing right beside me! He was sick! His memory was failing!"

"It seems you don’t know anything at all about the snakes you’re sleeping with," Dromote spat back, his voice dripping with venomous pity.

Before Jannah could demand a further explanation, Dromote turned his head slightly toward the open doorway, a dark, wicked grin touching his lips.

"And besides," Dromote added, looking back at Dorrent with disdain, "you don’t have time to play good here, Alpha Grefo. Look outside. There is absolute chaos in the streets. The entire 3rd Street sector has gathered... and they want you to face their wrath today!"

Dorrent’s expression went rigid. The brief moment of vulnerability vanished, replaced instantly by the cold, dangerous authority of an S-tier predator. "Then I will go see them," Dorrent delivered flatly, his deep voice carrying a freezing finality.

Dromote spun on his heel and marched out the shattered door, leading the way into the narrow alleyway.

Dorrent reached down, his hand wrapping securely around Jannah’s wrist, pulling her along with him as he stepped across the threshold into the damp morning air.

The moment they stepped out, a deafening, terrifying roar of human anger hit their ears.

The narrow lane was completely packed with hundreds of angry residents. Men with iron bars, market women holding rocks, and disgraced Alphas from the lower gangs had completely surrounded the transport. Up near the front of the vehicle, Shadron and Shalen were standing back-to-back, their faces pale as they desperately tried to use their authority to cool down the violent crowd that looked ready to tear Dorrent apart piece by piece.

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