Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45: Did the Little Omega Try to Run Away?

The ancient leather ledger remained closed on the desk in the highest tier of the historical archives, but its contents were permanently burned into the wet, trembling tissue of Jannah’s brain.

An absolute monopoly of the flesh.

The words repeated like a rhythmic curse with every frantic pulse of her heart. She didn’t stay to read further. The sheer, terrifying weight of the realization that her virginity had acted as a biological lock—permanently enslaving Dorrent’s neural pathways to her frequency—choked her remaining breath. She didn’t want to be his destiny; she didn’t want to be the eternal anchor to a monster’s sanity. She wanted justice for the ash and blood of the night her parents were slaughtered, and she refused to let her own treacherous, weak biology dictate the terms of her vengeance.

If his S-tier executioner’s mind was locked onto her, then she would use that very leash to dismantle him from the inside out.

Instead of returning to the cage of the Grefo estate, Jannah turned her face toward the dark, forgotten perimeter of the district—the whispering, fog-drenched expanse of the Forest. She was used to its damp, threatening depths; as an underground physician from the slums, the forest had always been her pharmacy, a silent repository of lethal secrets hidden beneath the rotting bark and toxic soil where the Upper City’s corporate authorities never dared to look.

Today, she wasn’t looking for a cure. She was looking for a weapon.

Her intent was precise, cold, and calculated: she needed to harvest the Somnus Root. It was a rare, parasitic gem of a herb that grew only in the deepest, lightless hollows of the ancient roots, absorbing the toxic runoff of the city’s upper chemical plants. In concentrated doses, the Somnus Root didn’t kill; instead, it slowly and systematically eroded the cognitive sharpness of dominant individuals. It induced a permanent, heavy vertigo—a continuous, dizzy fog that left the victim feeling exhausted everywhere, sleeping all the time, losing their focus within a matter of days.

She would slip it into his morning coffee. She would watch the brilliant, ruthless, and terrifyingly efficient CEO of Gammar Tech slowly degenerate into a lazy, incompetent fool. She would make him lose his grip on his multi-billion-credit empire, turning him into an unproductive laughingstock before his corporate board, stripping away his armor before she delivered the final, fatal stroke for her family’s legacy.

Jannah stepped past the perimeter fencing, her dark skirt dragging through the thick, damp ferns as she plunged into the shadows of the towering trees.

The air grew instantly colder, thick with the smell of rotting moss, wet slate, and wild ginger. The canopy above was so dense it completely choked out the natural progression of the sun, creating a perpetual, silver twilight that disoriented the senses. Jannah walked deeper, her dark eyes scanning the base of every decaying trunk, her fingers digging through the freezing mud to check the root systems.

The hours began to bleed into one another. In her desperate, manic focus to find the rare growth, she completely forgot that time was moving. She forgot the daylight; she forgot the rising wind that was beginning to rattle the high branches above her head. She kept pressing forward, driven by the burning image of Dorrent’s arrogant eyes undressing her in the dining hall.

Finally, deep within a damp, moss-covered cavern beneath a fallen giant, her fingers made contact with a cold, tuberous growth that vibrated with a faint, bitter scent.

The Somnus Root.

A sharp, victorious smile cut through her exhaustion as she carefully extricated the dark, veiny bulb from the earth, wrapping it tightly in a scrap of cotton cloth and securing it inside her sweater pocket. Her prize was won.

But as she stepped out of the cavern to begin her long journey back to the perimeter, the sky above collapsed.

The twilight instantly turned into a pitch-black, suffocating night as a massive, violent storm rolled over the mountain ridge. It started raining cats and dogs within a matter of seconds, the water descending in heavy, blinding sheets that completely obliterated her visual field. The wind howled through the canopy, ripping leaves from the branches and turning the forest floor into a treacherous, slick river of black mud. Jannah had left the estate in a state of frantic panic; she hadn’t brought a trench coat, she hadn’t brought an umbrella, and she didn’t possess anything to cover her shivering, naked shoulders from the freezing downpour. Within minutes, her clothes were completely soaked through, plastered against her pale skin as the freezing water numbed her limbs.

She tried to run, her boots slipping violently against the wet roots as she navigated the blinding dark. She couldn’t see two feet in front of her face.

Suddenly, the earth vanished beneath her left heel.

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