Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Confinement

The passage of time inside the sprawling Grefo estate had dissolved into a cold, transactional monotony. For nearly four weeks following the volatile, suffocating encounter in the car. Dorrent had masterfully weaponized his executive calendar, manufacturing a relentless, impenetrable wall of corporate emergencies, late-night regional summits, and urgent technical auditing sessions for the Hodin Oil merger. He did everything within his immense power to ensure that his path never crossed with the pale, dark-eyed herbalist from the slums.

If his father, Guron, scheduled a mandatory morning diagnostic briefing in the solar, Dorrent was already three sectors away, spearheading a secure field test of a new kinetic generator. If Jannah left her quarters in the East Wing to drop off a freshly boiled tincture of midnight-roots with the house staff, Dorrent would command his personal assistants to incinerate the vials before they could ever reach his master suite. He fled from her presence with the desperate, icy calculation of a man running from his own executioner. He couldn’t bear the thought of looking into her defiant, soul-searching eyes, nor could he risk the terrifying, unbidden arousal that her sweet, toxic omega musk forced upon his broken, dormant biology.

But Guron Grefo was thoroughly done watching Dorrent compromise the family’s future out of a stubborn, self-destructive attachment to his pride.

As the final days of the month bled away into the humid evening air of the upper district, Guron decided to strip away the illusion of choice.

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Dorrent had just returned to his private quarters after a grueling fourteen-hour session at the Gammar Tech central complex. His mind was entirely preoccupied with the final structural clauses of the Hodin merger, his midnight-blue suit jacket already slung carelessly over his forearm as he pushed open the doors of his master bedroom. He expected the usual cold, empty darkness of his sanctuary.

Instead, he walked straight into an ambush.

Standing in the center of the dim, velvet-draped space were four massive, towering Alphas—men recruited from the deepest, most lethal black-operations division of the Grefo family’s private security detail. These were battle-hardened S-tier and A-tier enforcers, their faces completely concealed behind matte-black ballistic masks, their large, heavy frames clad in silent, non-reflective tactical gear.

Dorrent’s apex instincts flared instantly, a dangerous, crimson light flashing behind his eyes as his posture shifted into a lethal, defensive crouch. "What is the meaning of this?" he growled, his deep voice dropping into a rough, jagged resonance that vibrated through the floorboards. "Get the hell out of my quarters before I have your lives terminated."

The enforcers didn’t offer a single word of explanation. They moved with absolute, synchronized precision, rushing him from four distinct angles.

The struggle that followed was a brutal, silent exhibition of raw, masculine violence. Despite his internal biological affliction, Dorrent’s physical framework possessed the staggering, genetic perfection of an elite S-tier Alpha. He fought with a feral, ruthless ferocity, throwing a devastating left hook that shattered the ballistic mask of the first enforcer, sending the massive man crashing into the marble fireplace with a wet, cracking sound. He lunged forward, his hands clamping onto the tactical vest of the second Alpha, intending to use the man’s own weight to clear the room.

But the remaining three enforcers were entirely prepared for his strength. They attacked his lower leverage points, firing high-voltage kinetic suppression patches directly onto the nape of his neck and his lower lumbar spine. The bright, blue-white arcs of electrical current cut straight through Dorrent’s neural pathways, short-circuiting his motor control and forcing his massive, rock-hard muscles to violently seize and contract against his will.

With a heavy, suffocating thud, Dorrent was slammed down onto the thick carpet, his breath exploding from his lungs. Before his mind could recover from the neurological shock, the enforcers pinned his flailing limbs with their combined body weight, working quickly and relentlessly to strip him of his clothing. They tore his tailored shirt from his shoulders, discarded his trousers, and ripped away his undergarments, reducing the untouchable billionaire CEO to a state of complete, unarmored nakedness.

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