Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81: A Highly Reactive System

The door of the library had barely clicked shut behind Guron before Dorrent turned on his heel, his mind a turbulent storm of raw aggression and unyielding possessiveness.

He didn’t want to think about Joanne, or the shitty merger, or the crushing weight of his father’s corporate expectations. His feet moved on pure instinct, carrying his frame across the grand hallways of the East Wing toward the medical suite where Jannah was receiving her critical treatment.

Without a single fraction of a thought, Dorrent gripped the brass handle and threw the door open without knocking.

But the moment his shoes cleared the threshold, his entire body went completely, paralyzingly frozen.

The doctor in charge of Jannah’s recovery, a senior doctor named Ms Belle, was standing right beside the clinical bed. To properly care for the trauma patient, check for secondary entrance wounds, and maintain absolute sterile hygiene around the bandaged rib cage, Miss Belle had completely stripped Jannah naked. Jannah lay entirely exposed atop the white medical sheets, her pale, porcelain skin striking against the sterile environment as the doctor slowly, deliberately dipped a soft cloth into a bowl of warm antiseptic water, gently wiping her body down to prevent any localized infection.

Ms Belle stopped her hand in mid-air, turning her head toward the sudden intrusion. She blinked in surprise, looking at the brooding tech tycoon slightly frozen at the door, his eyes locked onto the bed.

"Alpha Grefo," Miss Belle spoke up, her voice entirely professional yet carrying a subtle note of caution. "I am currently performing a full-body sanitary cleanse on the patient. Will you be comfortable to come in, or would you prefer to wait outside until I am finished dressing her?"

Dorrent forced his jaw to unlock, his composure fracturing for a split second before his deep voice dropped into a flat monotone to mask the sudden surge of heat in his chest. "You forget who you are speaking to, Doctor Belle," Dorrent murmured, taking a deliberate step into the room and closing the door firmly behind his back. "I was a licensed physician myself before I ever stepped into the boardroom as a CEO. I have spent years in trauma theaters. I don’t mind seeing a naked body at all. Continue your duties."

He walked over to the foot of the bed, his hands sliding into his trouser pockets as his silver eyes raked over Jannah’s exposed, defenseless frame.

He watched in an absolute, suffocating silence as Miss Belle dipped the cloth again, wiping her beautiful body slowly, deliberately, tracing the smooth line of her collarbone and the soft skin of her abdomen. As the quiet seconds ticked by, a dark, primal switch flipped deep within Dorrent’s mind. He found himself envisioning his own hands holding that soft cloth—he started imagining himself as the one wiping down that pale, flawless body, his own internal temperature spiking rapidly until his skin felt entirely hot under his collar.

His gaze darkened, fixed with a predatory intensity. He looked at her pink, pointy nipples rising and falling with her shallow breathing, then traced the flawless, incredibly slim curve of her waist, traveling all the way down to her womanly junction, which was neatly shaved, exposed entirely to the harsh medical lights. His mind spun completely out of control; he imagined himself exploring every single centimeter of that neat, forbidden territory with his hands, pinning her down beneath his weight just as he had done before.

The exact moment Miss Belle’s hand reached that intimate part to carefully wipe the surrounding skin, Jannah’s lower torso gave a sudden, involuntary jerk. Even in her deep, unconscious state, her fragile omega biology registered the intrusion, her legs slightly moving as she tried to instinctively close herself off from the cold touch.

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