Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Alpha Doctor Damian

Inside Room 104 of the Upper District Hospital in Freenly City, the only sound was the steady, rhythmic beeping of a life-support monitor. The room was small and filled with white medical equipment, casting a cold light over the patient lying on the bed.

Beron, a low-rank Alpha from the slums, lay completely still beneath a thin white blanket. His head was wrapped tightly in medical bandages, and several clear tubes ran from his arms to the machines that kept him breathing. He had been in a deep coma ever since his motorcycle had swerved violently off the lower-district highway, crashing into a concrete barrier during a sudden storm.

Beside the bed sat his mother, Joyline. Her eyes were red and swollen from hours of crying. She held her son’s limp, cold hand tightly between her own, tears streaming down her lined cheeks.

"Please hold on, my boy," Joyline sobbed, her voice breaking in the quiet room. "You have to be strong for me. The doctors are doing everything they can. Everything will be okay, Beron. Just open your eyes. Please, just come back to your mother."

The mechanical door of the room slid open with a soft click.

Doctor Damian Boren stepped inside. He was a high-ranking Alpha physician, wearing a spotless white lab coat over his blue hospital scrubs. He carried a digital medical tablet in his hand. Damian was a respected doctor who worked in the Upper District Hospital, but he was also well-known for spending a large amount of his free time running a free medical clinic down in the slums, helping the poor laborers who could not afford expensive treatments.

Damian walked over to the bed, his soft footsteps clicking on the clean floorboards. He looked down at Beron’s vitals on the monitor, then turned his gaze to the weeping mother. He placed a gentle, comforting hand on Joyline’s shaking shoulder.

"You need to take it easy, Joyline," Damian said kindly, his voice direct and calm. "Crying like this will only make you sick. Your son’s heart is strong, and his vitals are stable. He will get better soon. You need to stay strong for him so that when he wakes up, you are healthy."

Joyline wiped her nose with a wet tissue, looking up at the handsome doctor with a face full of misery. "How could this happen to him, Doctor Damian? He was always so careful on that motorcycle. He was a good boy."

Damian let out a slow, heavy sigh. He pulled a chair over and sat down across from her. "Joyline, to be completely direct with you, I tried to warn Beron weeks ago. I saw him hanging around the slum market with that girl, Jannah Nenth. I explicitly told him to stay far away from her. I told him that she was cursed and that bad things happen to any Alpha who tries to get close to her. But he was young, and he simply did not listen to my warning."

Joyline’s face immediately twisted into a mask of pure anger and disgust at the mention of the name. She dropped her son’s hand and clenched her fists.

"It was her good looks!" Joyline shouted angrily, her voice full of bitterness. "What else could have led my poor boy to ignore such a warning? If it wasn’t for her face, Beron would have never looked at her. Jannah Nenth bewitched him! She used her beauty to cast a spell on my son and ruin his mind, just like she did to those other Alphas in the past!"

Damian nodded his head slowly, looking at the medical chart on his tablet. "Jannah is indeed a very beautiful girl, Joyline. There is no denying that. But historically, witches are always beautiful. They use their high-level attractiveness as a trap to capture people and draw them into danger before they even realize what is happening."

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