Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86: I Became a King Just to Catch Her Eye

The deafening echo of Bellero’s shout had barely faded from the grand hall before the old Mafia boss spun on his heel, his robe billowing behind him like a dark shroud as he marched down the long, dimly lit eastern corridor toward his private quarters. His boots struck the marble floorboards with a violent, rhythmic finality, his shoulders tense with an unresolved fury that radiated from his pores like an invisible heatwave.

Right behind him, Damian’s footsteps pounded with equal force. The young doctor refused to back down, his eyes blazing with a dangerous rebellion that matched the syndicate leader’s intensity step for step.

Bellero reached his bedroom doors, gripping the brass handle with bone-crushing strength. He threw the door open, but before he could slam it shut to lock out the world, he whirled around to find Damian standing mere inches from the threshold, his chest heaving under his white lab coat.

"Fuck off, Damian!" Bellero roared, his voice dropping into a sub-zero, savage register that vibrated against the walls of the corridor. He raised a hand, pointing a finger into his son’s face, his pheromones expanding in a suffocating cloud. "Get out of my sight and let me goddamn rest! I am entirely sick and tired of looking at your pathetic, weak body and listening to your moral lectures! Go back to your charity clinic and leave the real world to me!"

Instead of retreating, Damian took a predatory stride forward. With a violent thrust of his shoulders, he forcefully bypassed his father’s frame, pushing his way straight inside the bedroom. He didn’t care about the cloying, heavy scent of the beautiful omegas who had occupied the bed earlier, nor did he care about the absolute boundary he was crossing. He spun around in the center of the room, locking his burning eyes directly onto his father’s wrinkled features.

"Is that why?!" Damian shouted back, his voice a cutting blade that sliced through the static of the room. He slammed his fists against his sides, his framework shaking with an intense, long-standing resentment. "Is that the reason why you have always treated me like a complete nobody under this roof? Why you look at me as nothing but a weakling, as someone who can never do a single damn thing for himself, and why you always think you have to forcefully choose every single aspect of my life for me? Because I am not an Enigma?!"

Damian took another step closer, crowding the Mafia God’s space until their chest plates were practically locked, his voice dropping into a raw, blistering accusation. "Let me make reality perfectly clear to you, Bellero—it is absolutely not my fault that I am not an Enigma! If you want to lay blame for my ordinary Alpha genetics, you should look directly into a mirror! It is entirely your fault for having used the exact same primitive, ruthless methods in the past that you are trying to deploy on Jannah right now! You think blood and iron can conquer a woman’s soul? Maybe if you had been more gentle, maybe if you had shown a single shred of genuine humanity back then, Frost would have accepted your heart and fallen for you willingly!"

In a flash of primal violence, Bellero’s face went entirely crimson. A guttural, animalistic snarl ripped from his throat as he launched his frame forward, his hands shooting out like striking vipers. He brutally grabbed Damian by the collars of his shirt and white lab coat, lifting the young doctor slightly off his feet and slamming his back violently against the entry door.

The wood rattled from the impact, but Damian didn’t even blink, his eyes staring right back into his father’s pupils with absolute, stubborn defiance.

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