Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74: A War of Secrets

The emergency trauma doors flew open with a violent smash as the medical hover-bed was wheeled into the critical care wing at a frantic, breakneck pace. Jannah lay completely pale and unresponsive on the sheets, her blood still seeping through the temporary cloth restraints Dorrent had gathered around her ribs.

Dorrent strode right alongside the bed, his chest heaving beneath his blood-soaked shirt, his eyes completely fixed on her face. But the heavy scent of his winter-frost pheromones wasn’t the only dominant frequency flooding the clean white corridor. Right behind his shoulder, footsteps pounded furiously against the linoleum as Damian Boren chased them down, his handsome features warped into a mask of pure, unadulterated rage.

"What did you do to her, Grefo?!" Damian roared, his deep voice bouncing off the high ceiling as he tried to push past Dorrent’s broad frame to reach the bed. "Answer me! What the hell did you do to Jannah?!"

Dorrent didn’t even turn his head, his profile a cold, rigid block of granite as he kept pace with the sprinting nurses. "Get the hell out of my face, Boren," he hissed, his voice dropping into a sub-zero, gravelly register. "Do not bother me at all right now, and mind your own goddamn business before I lose my patience entirely."

"Mind my own business?!" Damian fired back, his eyes flashing with a dangerous underworld heat that matched the tech mogul’s intensity step for step. "She is my girlfriend! When my woman is brought into my own hospital bleeding to death from a gunshot wound while sitting in your vehicle, it becomes my absolute business! I demand to know the truth right now!"

The chaotic procession reached the double automated doors of the main surgical suite—the absolute staff-only restriction room. The head trauma nurse immediately spun around, placing her hands firmly against Dorrent’s chest to block his path. "Alpha Grefo, you must stop right here! You cannot go past this threshold under any circumstances! We need to stabilize her vitals immediately!"

The doors clicked shut, locking Jannah inside the sterile theater and leaving the two towering Alphas standing face-to-face in the narrow hallway. The air between them instantly turned into solid ice, humming with a suppressed, lethal static that made the nearby assistant staff back away in sheer terror.

Damian immediately stepped into Dorrent’s personal space, his chest practically slamming against the billionaire’s as he kept bothering him, refusing to let the matter drop. "You’re going to tell me exactly who shot her, Grefo, or I swear to God—"

"Why don’t you look closer to home for your answers, Mafia prince?" Dorrent interrupted, a dark, cynical smirk twisting his lips as he looked down at the doctor with absolute disdain. He leaned forward, his voice dropping into a cruel, calculated whisper. "How do you know that maybe your own father’s men weren’t the ones pulling the trigger? How do you know Notorious Bellero Boren didn’t send his syndicate assassins down to that isolated road to kill me, and they mistakenly shot her instead? Maybe you were the one who went crying to your father, asking for his help to take me out of the picture."

Dorrent’s eyes flared with a sudden, blinding crimson light as he tapped a finger against Damian’s collarbone. "You should know by now, Boren... I am not that simple to kill. If your family wants my head, you’ll have to do much better than a botched ambush in the bushes."

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