Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 40

Chapter 40: The ’Aggressive Boyfriend

The dining hall was drowning in a brilliant, suffocating morning light that poured through the floor-to-ceiling glass arches.

Jannah sat at her usual place near the edge of the perimeter on the dining table, her slender fingers wrapped around the delicate porcelain of her morning tea. Her body was still throbbing with a deep, systemic soreness, the acute fever from the previous morning having receded into a lingering, heavy warmth that made every movement a conscious effort.

But the real disruption in the room’s atmosphere was the physical positioning of the Alpha himself.

Dorrent didn’t sit three sectors away today. He had taken his place at the head of the table, mere inches from her left flank, his massive, towering physique clad in a flawless, dark charcoal three-piece suit that screamed corporate absolute authority. His eyes were fixed on the daily financial telemetry tablets, but his heavy, dominant S-tier pheromones were deliberately expanding across the distance, brushing against Jannah’s senses like an invisible, possessive leash.

The doors of the foyer swung open with a sudden, dramatic click.

The sharp, rhythmic clack-clack-clack of premium stilettos echoed off the marble floorboards, signaling an arrival that had not been scheduled. Joanne, strode into the dining hall.

She was dressed to kill today, deliberately styled to dominate Dorrent’s visual field and remind the world of her untouchable social status. Her tall, statuesque frame was poured into an asymmetric, emerald-silk designer dress that exposed the long, flawless line of her collarbone and a scandalous glimpse of her smooth thigh through a calculated slit. Her hair was swept back into a sleek, high ponytail.

"Dorrent, darling," Joanne purred, her voice a smooth, highly practiced melody that filled the acoustic space of the hall.

She didn’t hesitate. She glided past the perimeter, stepping straight into his personal space, and slung her slender, manicured arms around his broad, unyielding shoulders. She leaned down, her expensive, synthetic orchid scent clashing violently with the raw Alpha musk in the room, and pressed her lips firmly against Dorrent’s mouth in a long, lingering, and possessive kiss.

Jannah watched the display silently, her eyes remaining completely flat, cool, and detached as she lifted her porcelain cup to her lips. There was no jealousy in her chest—only a cold, calculating analysis. She knew the secret. She knew that beneath that tailored charcoal suit, the man being kissed by the city’s most beautiful model was a biological fortress whose keys were uniquely held by a nineteen-year-old peasant from the slums.

Dorrent didn’t lean into the kiss; his body remained a rigid, polite statue of compliance, his hands resting flat against the edge of the table. When Joanne finally pulled back, her eyes flicked downward, settling onto the small, quiet figure sitting far too close to the head of the table.

Joanne’s perfect brows subtly puckered. She looked at Jannah.

Today, Jannah looked profoundly different. Her flesh was completely full of lovebites, the deep purple fingerprints and vibrant pink marks of an absolute, savage coupling standing out in terrifyingly vivid detail against her pale skin. Her entire aura looked physically undone, soft, and thoroughly occupied.

Joanne sat down on the chair immediately besides Dorrent, her silk dress rustling as she crossed her legs, her eyes never leaving the marks on Jannah’s neck.

"Well," Joanne murmured, a sharp, patronizing amusement touching the corners of her painted lips as she leaned forward, gesturing vaguely toward Jannah’s collar. "It seems the house staff has been rather busy. Tell me, Jannah... who on earth did that to you? Your neck is completely painted."

Jannah set her porcelain cup back down onto the saucer with a soft, perfectly controlled clink. She raised her chin, her dark eyes locking onto Joanne’s perfect face with an unblinking, defiant calm.

"I have a very aggressive boyfriend, Lady Joanne," Jannah replied, her voice a smooth, level murmur that dripped with a hidden, lethal irony. She didn’t look at Dorrent, but she could feel the immediate, violent tensing of the Alpha’s massive shoulder muscles beside her. "He is an incredibly possessive man... and he simply couldn’t spare me last night."

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