Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82: My Greatest Enemy Is Finally Awake

The sterile scent of antiseptic did nothing to cool the blistering rage vibrating through Damian Boren’s veins as he stormed back into the critical care wing of the Upper District Hospital. He had barely washed his father’s lingering, oppressive presence from his senses before rushing back to the one person who mattered. His white lab coat flew out behind him like a broken shroud as he aggressively pushed through the automated glass partitions, his eyes instantly locking onto the empty space where Jannah’s hover-bed had been parked just hours prior.

The floor was completely bare. The monitoring lines had been severed from the wall units, and the high-density emergency equipment was completely dark.

"Where the hell is she?!" Damian roared, slamming his bruised knuckles onto the central reception desk with a violent force that caused the digital screens to rattle. The head nurse on duty flinched, her face draining of color as she felt the immediate, toxic expansion of his Mafia-born Alpha aura.

"D-Doctor Damian..." she stammered, frantically typing into her datapad with trembling fingers. "The patient... Jannah Nenth... she has already been officially moved from the facility. We couldn’t stop it."

"Moved?!" Damian’s jaw clenched so hard a dangerous click echoed from his teeth. He leaned over the counter, his eyes flashing with a predatory underworld heat. "Who authorized a transfer for a critical trauma patient without my signature? Who took her?!"

"The man who brought her in, Alpha Dorrent Grefo," the nurse whispered frantically, backing her chair away from his suffocating field. "He bypassed the administrative board completely using his credentials. He has taken her under private home care at his personal estate, and he reallocated our senior physician, Miss Belle, to manage her treatment there. There was absolutely nothing we could do to oppose his path."

Damian let out a choked breath of frustration, his fists clenching so tightly that the wounds from his previous fight with Dorrent split open, fresh crimson drops staining the white linoleum. He was entirely paralyzed by the legal walls the Grefo family had erected around his woman. He had the muscle of the Boren syndicate at his back, but as long as Jannah was trapped inside that fortress under a legal contract, any direct assault would trigger a war before he could even lay a hand on her skin.

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The following morning back within the fortified East Wing of the Grefo estate, the golden rays of the early sun cut through the glass windows like blinding needles.

Jannah’s long, dark eyelashes trembled against her pale cheeks. A sharp, burning ache radiated across her entire right side, a suffocating weight pinning her lungs down as she opened her eyes for the very first time since the shooting. Her vision blurred, swirling through a haze of heavy clinical sedation before her dark pupils finally focused on the immediate space beside her bed.

The very first thing she saw was the exceptionally handsome, sharp-featured face of Dorrent Grefo.

He was sitting merely inches away from her pillow, his massive frame leaned forward, his eyes completely fixed on her face with an unyielding, predatory intensity that proved he hadn’t slept a single second through the night. The moment her gaze locked into his, Dorrent noticed the immediate, instinctive contraction of her features—he saw the venomous hatred flaring behind her pupils, and how her dry, pale lips parted as she desperately wanted to curse at his face despite her lack of oxygen.

"Go ahead, little physician," Dorrent murmured, his deep voice dropping into a low, mocking purr that vibrated against her ears. A smirk touched his lips as he leaned closer, his winter-frost pheromones immediately engulfing her senses. "Curse me. Scream every single insult your lower-district mind can conjure. Let me hear that tongue of yours work."

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