Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75: The Corridor War

The friction between the two Alphas snapped with the violent intensity of a ruptured power grid.

Damian’s wrist was still locked in Dorrent’s bone-crushing grip, the skin white and indented beneath the tech mogul’s fingers. Instead of pulling away, Damian braced his weight, his entire upper body tensing as his own Alpha force flared to life to counter the crushing pressure.

"Let go of me, Grefo!" Damian snarled, his voice a low, warning rumble that resonated deep within his chest. He glared at the hand pinning his arm, his eyes flashing a volatile, dangerous gold. "I am a licensed physician in this facility. I am doing my job, and it is entirely normal that I tend to an emergency trauma patient—especially when that patient is my woman! Do not cause trouble for me at my own workplace. Step back and let me do what I was trained to do!"

Dorrent let out a sharp, mocking sound that was closer to a predator’s growl than a laugh. He didn’t relax his grip even a fraction of a millimeter; instead, he stepped even closer, completely crowding Damian’s space until their chests were practically locked.

"Stop the pathetic disguise, Boren," Dorrent retorted, his voice dripping with absolute, freezing disdain. "You can wear that spotless white lab coat all you want, but we both know who you really are. Your true workplace isn’t inside these sterile walls—it’s down in the blood-stained territory of your father’s gang. The only real thing the Boren syndicate knows how to do is kill people, manipulate the lower sectors, and eliminate anyone who stands in their path. Do not stand here and pretend you care about treating lives when your hands are covered in the exact same filth as Bellero’s."

The brutal insult, delivered with absolute certainty, stripped away the last remaining layers of Damian’s professional restraint. Realizing that words were entirely useless against the unyielding, possessive wall of the Alpha, Damian was left with absolutely no option.

With a sudden, violent twist of his torso, Damian forcefully broke his wrist free from Dorrent’s grip. In the exact same motion, he released his internal energy reserves, firing a massive, concentrated concussive shockwave of pure Alpha force directly at Dorrent’s chest. The invisible kinetic blast hit the billionaire with the force of a speeding vehicle, forcing Dorrent back three full steps, his shoes skidding loudly against the linoleum floor.

But Dorrent didn’t fall. His silver eyes completely flooded with a terrifying, blinding crimson fire as his primal combat instincts took total control. A dark, predatory snarl ripped from his throat as he anchored his weight and fired back, unleashing an explosive, crushing counter-wave of his own winter-frost energy that slammed directly into Damian’s defensive barrier.

The two high-ranking Alphas charged each other right there and then, shattering the sterile peace of the hospital wing in a flash of raw, unfiltered violence.

They began fighting with a terrifying, synchronized brutality, blowing one another backward with rapid, successive strikes of their kinetic energies. Every single punch thrown carried the weight of decades of corporate and underworld rivalry. Damian ducked beneath a lethal, blinding left hook from Dorrent, driving his elbow hard into the billionaire’s ribs, only for Dorrent to instantly absorb the blow, grab the front of Damian’s white lab coat, and slam his massive frame violently against the reinforced concrete wall of the corridor.

The impact cracked the decorative plaster, sending a fine white dust raining down on them, but the physical damage was nothing compared to the biological warfare erupting from their bodies.

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