Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64: I Can Feel Exactly How Horny You Are

The following day at the Gammar Tech corporate headquarters.

Dorrent sat at the head of the conference table, his broad shoulders squared in his tailored charcoal suit, but he could not concentrate on a single word being spoken. Around him, high-ranking executives and department heads were passionately presenting the quarterly logistical projections for the upper-district rail transport efficiency, but their voices sounded like they were drifting from beneath a deep pool of water. It was the Somnus Root. The potent, hidden countdown Jannah had secretly initiated within his system the day before was finally taking its full biological hold.

His eyelids grew impossibly heavy. A thick, inescapable lethargy wrapped around his S-tier neural network, completely draining his focus. In the middle of a crucial financial presentation, the formidable CEO’s head slowly nodded forward, his eyes closing entirely as he fell into a sudden, deep sleep right in front of his stunned subordinates.

The meeting dissolved into hushed, alarmed whispers, and by the time his personal assistant, Joel, managed to quietly guide his boss back into the privacy of the main executive office, Dorrent was barely conscious. He slumped into his desk chair, his head resting against his palm as he drifted right back into a heavy, uncharacteristic slumber at his desk.

Joel stepped into the office a short while later, holding an urgent stack of biometric contract approvals, only to find his usually unshakeable boss completely dead to the world.

"Sir? Alpha Grefo?" Joel called out softly, his brow furrowing with deep concern. He walked closer, tapping the edge of the desk. "If you are experiencing extreme fatigue, I highly propose that you step into the private resting room behind your office. You can recover without interruption."

Dorrent forced his eyes open, the silver depths clouded with a thick, heavy glaze of exhaustion that made him look completely unrecognizable. "No," he rasped, his voice thick and slurred as he grabbed his coat from the rack with a trembling hand. "I am going home. I cannot take it anymore with this workplace today. My system is entirely drained."

"Right away, Sir," Joel responded quickly, sensing the absolute gravity of his boss’s condition.

The assistant immediately took the keys, guiding the staggering S-tier Alpha down to the private executive garage. Joel took the wheel of the luxury transport, driving Dorrent through the afternoon traffic back to the estate in absolute silence. The moment the car parked in the bay, Joel helped his barely conscious boss through the front doors before immediately returning to the company to manage the fallout of the canceled executive meetings.

Dorrent didn’t even bother heading to his own grand master suite. Driven by a raw, inexplicable biological pull that bypassed his fading logic, he dragged his shoes down the East Wing corridor, heading straight to the room next to his—to Jannah’s room.

He pushed the door open without a sound. He found her fast asleep on the bed, her slender body curled into the sheets. Without a single word, Dorrent slumped onto the mattress next to her, his frame instantly casting a shadow over her tiny form. He reached out, his arm wrapping tightly around her waist from behind, yanking her back against his broad chest.

Jannah startled violently, her eyes flying open in absolute panic as she felt the crushing weight of his muscular torso pinning her down. "What... Dorrent?!" she gasped, violently twisting her hips as she tried to free herself from his ironclad grip. "Let go of me! Get off!"

"Stop moving," Dorrent muttered darkly against the back of her neck, his voice trailing off into a deep, gravelly yawn as he held her completely firm against his frame. "I am incredibly sleepy... I just want to sleep right now. Be quiet."

Jannah clawed fruitlessly at his thick wrist, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Go to your own room! You have your own room next door, Alpha Grefo! You have absolutely no right to be in my bed!"

A cold wave of psychological panic washed over her. Deal with me later? she thought frantically, her mind racing through a maze of terrifying possibilities. Does he know? Does this monster actually know that I am the sole culprit behind his sudden, unmanageable sleepiness? Has he figured out that I’ve been drugging him?

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