Chapter 102: Dig Into Her Background
Shadron took a slow, deliberate step back, his eyes narrowing as he evaluated the territorial energy rolling off his friend’s massive frame. He crossed his arms over his chest, his voice sinking into a quiet, questioning register that cut through the lingering scent of winter-frost pheromones. "You say she hates you, Dorrent. You say she loathes your presence and manufactured a fake relationship with the Boren doctor just to create a shield against you. Tell me the truth right now, brother... do you force yourself on the poor Jannah? Because if she genuinely doesn’t like your touch, and you are using your physical leverage to—"
"You know me much better than that, Shadron!" Dorrent interrupted instantly, his deep voice slamming into the marble pillars of the grand foyer. He turned his head, his bloodshot silver eyes flaring with an intense, offended pride as he stared his friend in the eyes. "I am a sovereign S-tier Alpha, yes, but I am not a savage monster who needs to force a woman to submit to my flesh. I have never, ever used physical violence or forced means to compel her compliance."
Dorrent took a slow, predatory stride across the floorboards, his lips curling into an arrogant smirk as his mind replayed the graphic, feverish geometry of their mating. "I only use the normal, natural means of exploring her fragile body. I use my hands, my lips, and my fingers to slowly stroke her skin, building the friction and getting her beautiful omega core completely wet until she simply cannot stand the boiling heat of her own desire anymore. She is the one who ultimately submits to the fire, Shadron. She willingly climbs on top of me and rides on my dick of her own accord. In all the weeks she has spent under my roof, I do not recall a single day where I aggressively plunged my cock into her first. She always grabs it with her own trembling fingers, slides it inside her walls first to find relief, and then I simply lead the rest of the way to ensure her complete destruction."
Dorrent adjusted the loose collar of his shirt, a low, rumbling chuckle vibrating deep within his broad chest. "It is an absolute miracle of biology, brother. Just a simple, gentle touch along her inner thighs gets that stubborn little herbalist completely soaking wet, drowning her skin in a thick, sweet cream. And let me tell you... I like that layout. I love the fact that despite her constantly loathing my very existence, her body completely betrays her mind the exact millisecond my hands make contact with her waist."
Shadron’s brow furrowed into a deep line of intense confusion as he processed the psychological contradiction. He shook his head slowly, his golden eyes filled with a heavy, analytical skepticism. "That makes absolutely no logical sense, Dorrent. If she truly loathes you to the core of her soul—if she looks at you with burning hatred every single day—why the hell does she still willingly ride on your cock until she screams? Why would an omega surrender her virtue so completely to a man she despises?"
"Because of course her primitive biological framework yearns for my cock, Shadron!" Dorrent rumbled back, his voice dropping into a flat, heavy certainty. "Her physical instincts crave my S-tier presence, and when the friction starts building , her treacherous body always ends up losing the battle against her stubborn mind. Her desire simply overpowers her ethics."
Shadron let out a sharp, dismissive breath, stepping closer until he was standing face-to-face with the billionaire tycoon. "No. I don’t buy that basic excuse for a single second, Dorrent. Primal instincts are powerful, yes, but physical yearning cannot be the only singular reason why a proud woman splits her legs for the man she claims to hate. There must be another, much deeper reason hidden beneath the surface of this layout. There is something you are keeping from my desk."
Dorrent’s smile vanished, his features hardening into a smooth, chilling mask of mystery. He stared at his friend for a suffocating beat, the silence in the grand hall turning heavy and intense.
"I don’t think your mind actually wants to know the other reason, Shadron," Dorrent murmured, his voice dropping into a ghostly, low rasp that made the short hairs on his friend’s arms stand up.
"Try me, brother," Shadron challenged immediately, his posture locking into a rigid line of determination. "We have been through the worst sector wars together. There is nothing you can tell me that will make me back away from your side."
"No," Dorrent stated flatly, turning his back on his friend to look up toward the dark staircase where Jannah’s presence used to linger. "I will tell you the truth when I have thoroughly looked into that reason myself first. Right now, I need you to do something critical for my desk. I need you to deploy your highest intelligence networks and look into Jannah Nenth’s entire background. I want every single drop of data regarding her childhood, her family’s medical records, and how her were slaughtered in the slums nine years ago. Find out who she truly is."
Shadron let out a long, frustrated sigh, his jaw clenching with resentment at the way his best friend always left him standing interested in the dark. But as he looked at Dorrent’s tense shoulders, he knew the request was matters of life and death for the tycoon’s sanity.
He took a slow step backward, his golden eyes narrowing into slits as he threw his hands into his robe pockets, sealing the alliance with a promise that carried an intense, chilling finality.
"I dislike the way you keep these secrets from my grid, Dorrent... but I will get the job done," Shadron whispered, his voice echoing like a heavy warning through the empty foyer. "But let me make the rules of our brotherhood perfectly clear to you right now—the exact moment I return to this estate and produce her complete background file to your desk, you should tell me the other reason..."
