Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Keeping My Enemies Close to My Skin

The hallways of the East Wing were utterly silent later that evening, the static of the afternoon finally clearing out of the Grefo estate. Dorrent had spent the entire day playing an agonizing, calculated game of hide-and-seek with his father, actively dodging Guron’s tracking until the older Alpha’s global itinerary forced him to abandon the hunt. Guron had left for the airport to catch an emergency transport abroad to the GeeCee country to see his wife, leaving the fortress completely clear. Dorrent was finally free—there was no one left to disrupt his control except for him, Jannah, and Shadron, who was currently crashing in the adjacent luxury suite next to Jannah’s room.

Jannah had spent the last twelve hours avoiding Dorrent’s presence, erecting every single psychological wall her mind could muster. Whenever he walked into the medical suite to check her baseline vitals, she would instantly turn her face toward the wall, feigning a deep sleep. When he personally brought a tray of nutrient broth up from the kitchens and offered to feed her with his own hands, she had been stubbornly defiant, clenching her jaw tight and claiming she would rather starve than swallow a single drop from his spoon. But Dorrent had been terrifyingly persistent, refusing to let her slide out of his grip, helping her with every physical adjustments and managing her drainage lines with a unyielding authority.

Now, immediately after dinner had been cleared away, Dorrent effortlessly carried her back to her bedroom. The moment he deposited her fragile frame onto the edge of the mattress, Jannah frantically scrambled backward, dragging her left arm across the mattress as she hurriedly buried her body beneath the sheets, tucking the fabric all the way up to her chin.

Before she could pull the blanket completely over her face, Dorrent’s hand shot forward, grabbing the edge of the sheet and ripping it back down to her waist.

"Get your hands off the sheets, Jannah," Dorrent growled, his deep voice dropping into a low, authoritative vibration that instantly made her heart hammer against her ribs. He stood at his towering height beside the bed, his silver eyes flashing with a dangerous, predatory intensity as he looked down at her flushed face. "You haven’t showered a single time the entire day since you woke up from your sedation, and you honestly expect me to let you sleep like a pig?"

Jannah clutched the fabric with her left hand, her dark eyes blazing with an unyielding hatred as she glared through her messy, uncombed hair. "I am perfectly okay staying exactly as I am, Alpha Grefo! I am filthy anyway—that is the exact, degrading word that always leaves your arrogant mouth whenever you look at me! So just let me sleep in my own filth and get the hell out of my room!"

The truth was entirely different; Jannah was terrified to let her body leave the safety of the bed because she knew Dorrent’s perverted mind would never just stop at a clinical shower. She knew the dangerous, rigid heat that constantly pooled in his trousers whenever he touched her skin, and she was desperate to keep herself covered.

"I don’t give a damn about your pathetic excuses," Dorrent countered instantly, a dark, cynical snear curling his perfect lips as his winter-frost pheromones surged through the air, completely suffocating her senses. He stepped closer, his massive shadow obliterating the light. "I am the master of this estate, and I absolutely won’t allow you to bring your disgusting slums filth into the fabric of my home. If you won’t walk to the bathroom on your own feet, I will handle your hygiene myself."

Before she could let out a scream, Dorrent leaned down, his massive, muscular arms sliding beneath her back and knees. With a single, effortless heave, he lifted her from the mattress in a sweeping bridal style carry, ignoring the gasp of pain that escaped her lips as her bandaged ribs shifted against his hard chest. He strode across the bedroom floor, carrying her straight into the adjacent bathroom where a massive porcelain bathtub was.

"Why the hell are you always this way?!" Jannah shouted through her teeth, her left fist fruitlessly pounding against his iron shoulder as he held her over the edge of the tub. "Why do you constantly insist on forcing things that don’t concern your life at all? I am just a prisoner to you! Why do you care if I wash or not?!"

Dorrent stopped, his silver-rimmed eyes locking into her frantic pupils with a chilling, possessive certainty. "Let me correct your legal framework, little physician—you are everything that concerns me under this roof. Since you are my contracted personal physician, and you also happen to be the enemy who wishes for my death, I am simply practicing the ancient rule of keeping my enemies as close to my skin as possible."

Jannah let out a bitter, mocking laugh, her breathing turning shallow and ragged as she felt the intense heat radiating from his chest. "Staying close to a monster like you is only an absolute, dangerous curse, Dorrent! Look at me! I probably got shot because I was trapped inside your vehicle! You don’t bring anything to my life except bad karma and destruction!"

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