Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76: The Key to an Enigma

The sting of the hospital brawl was still fresh in Damian’s veins when he arrived at his father’s sprawling, fortified estate in the upper district later that day. His knuckles were bruised, his jaw was tight, and the dark, suffocating fury inside him was ready to explode.

As he stepped past the security gates, Bellero’s next-in-command, Jared, intercepted him in the grand foyer. "Doctor Damian, hold on," Jared cautioned, putting a firm hand out, his expression tight with anxiety. "Your father is in his private quarters right now. He explicitly demanded that he should not be disturbed by absolutely anyone today. You need to wait downstairs."

Damian didn’t even look at him. With a cold, mocking scoff, he forcefully bypassed Jared, brushing past his shoulder and marching straight up the grand staircase. He walked down the corridor to his father’s bedroom and violently pushed the door open, intending to confront the old man immediately—only to be struck by absolute, jarring surprise.

The room was a den of pure, unfiltered debauchery. Bellero Boren was in the center of the massive bed with three beautiful, completely naked women, the air thick with a heavy, cloying mix of premium pheromones. One voluptuous beta woman was directly on top of him, riding him with breathless abandon, her back arched as she let out high, trembling moans. The other two—gorgeous omegas with flushed skin—were draped across his chest, aggressively kissing his neck and face while Bellero’s hands were buried between their thighs, crudely exploring their womanly junctions.

The entire space was filled with a loud, chaotic chorus of moans and gasps. The exact moment Damian stepped inside, the raw disgust hit his stomach. He turned around instantly, leaving the bedroom as soon as he had entered it, slamming the heavy door shut behind him and cursing fiercely under his breath. "Disgusting old bastard," Damian muttered, his chest heaving with pure revulsion as he paced the quiet hallway.

Bellero didn’t get out of the bed until he was completely done with the beautiful beta and omegas in the room.

Nearly forty minutes passed before the door finally opened again. Bellero emerged, casually wrapping a dark silk robe around his scarred, muscular torso, completely unbothered by his son’s presence. When he walked out to meet him, Damian was so angry his entire frame was shaking with a lethal, suppressed Alpha aura.

"When exactly are you going to stop this, Father?" Damian demanded, his voice a sharp, cutting blade in the hallway. "You are running a criminal empire, yet you spend your days behaving like a primitive animal in heat. Look at yourself!"

Bellero let out a low, gravelly scoff, tying the silk belt around his waist with absolute calmness. "Do not stand under my roof and lecture me on how to conduct my personal life, Damian. I built the Boren syndicate while you were still learning how to use a toothbrush. I do what I please, with whoever I please."

"No wonder Mom left you," Damian retorted back, the words sharp, deliberate, and dripping with absolute bitterness.

SLAP!

In a flash of pure, terrifying movement, Bellero swung his hand, slapping Damian hard across the face. The sheer force of the blow echoed loudly down the corridor, snapping Damian’s head to the side.

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