Vengeance in His Bed

Chapter 148: A Lesson from the Patriarch

The realization dawned on Guron’s mind with a terrifying, bloody clarity. He adjusted his cuffs, his jaw clenching as he looked out toward the perimeter gates. "The underground syndicates... the Borens. They must have executed this strike. Jannah is already being fought for at the highest biological level. They have already erased her grandfather from the board to cut off her escape routes, and soon, very soon, they will come for her under our roof."

Guron snapped his head back toward his son, his eyes flashing with a sudden, intense urgency. "Did you manage to mark her earlier? Tell me the pheromone bond is sealed."

"I didn’t," Dorrent muttered, his voice full of a bitterness as he looked away. "The girl is incredibly complicated, Father. I tried to sink my teeth into her scent gland, I tried to force the frequency integration, but the mark wouldn’t take root. It seems she cannot be marked unless her mind is willing to comply with the bond."

Guron let out a harsh, barking scoff, his face twisting into a look of profound irritation. He took a sharp step forward, his large hand suddenly reaching out and gripping Dorrent’s collar with an iron strength, jerking his son forward until their faces were inches apart.

"I doubt she will ever be willing to accept your mark, Dorrent! Not with what I have just heard from your mother!" Guron hissed, his voice trembling with a furious bewilderment. "I was profoundly shocked to learn that nine years ago, during your unstable black cycle rut, you were the one who brutally slaughtered her parents in the 3rd Street gutters! That is the exact reason why the girl looks at your face and sees nothing but a monster! That is why she hates you so bad!"

Dorrent’s jaw locked, a sharp vein pulsing violently against his temple as he looked into his father’s eyes. "I was also completely shocked when I heard that fabrication from Mother’s mouth," he delivered through his teeth, his breathing turning ragged. "I have no memory of those three days of blackout. And now... now she is completely against this entire marriage layout."

"We can understand your mother’s hysteria," Guron replied, his grip on Dorrent’s collar tightening even further, his knuckles digging into his son’s chest. "Her younger brother, died because he was helplessly infatuated with that exact same biological lineage. What we have to do right now, Dorrent, is ensure we do not anger her further. But more importantly, you need to listen to me very carefully."

Guron shook his son’s collar violently, his eyes burning with an unshakeable ambition. "You will have to change your behavior and your character starting tonight! You will have to be gentle on her! You will have to be submissive to Jannah’s needs if you want that girl to ever love you, if you want her to forgive you for that sin of mistakenly killing her parents—if that story is even a historical fact, because even I am not entirely sure whether your hands were the ones that tore them apart back then!"

He shoved Dorrent back slightly, though his gaze remained fiercely locked onto his son’s silver eyes. "I want those Enigma grandchildren very bad, Dorrent! Do you understand the weight of that bloodline?! You should not let your useless, arrogant Alpha ego get in the way of global dominance! You must make the girl love you. You must make her mind be willing to be marked by your teeth. You should spend every single hour of your spare time learning only how to please her! And just like I told you earlier... if you want any functional tips from me on how to flutter a girl’s heart, you should seek me out!"

Dorrent reached up, his hands gently but firmly removing his father’s grip from his shirt. He smoothed down the torn fabric, his silver eyes stabilizing into a calculated resolve. "Calm down, Father," Dorrent murmured, his voice dropping into a low, unyielding vow. "I will try to do those things. I had already decided to do whatever it takes before we even left the slums."

"Good," Guron delivered, a satisfied, cold smile finally touching his features. He leaned back against the porch railing, crossing his arms as his thoughts shifted into the intimate mechanics of the layout. "Then let’s talk about the bed, Dorrent. Since it seems the girl will ultimately agree to getting married to you because of her grandfather’s last wish, you must work incredibly hard in bed. Whenever you are making love to her, you should treasure her body well. Make her feel loved, make her feel treasured and intensely yearned for! Do not become a savage beast and scare her away from your touch. Sex also has a very powerful, biological way of permanently hooking a woman’s heart to a man’s frequency."

Dorrent’s expression shifted, a rare shadow of uncertainty crossing his handsome features as he rubbed the back of his neck. "About that specific part, Father... I am not so sure I can maintain that type of control." He let out a breathy whistle, his eyes darkening with a sudden hunger. "Every single time my cock is inside her, I lose every ounce of my cognitive control. I go incredibly rough on her skin. The sheer tightness of her entrance makes my system run completely wild, and I only wish the moment never ends."

"You shouldn’t treat a delicate, injured omega like that, you foolish boy!" Guron snapped, his brow furrowing in disapproval. "You must be gentle on her system, especially now with her broken bones!"

"You don’t understand the little herbalist at all, Father," Dorrent countered, a dark, possessive smirk slowly curling his lips as his winter-frost pheromones pulsed with a smug satisfaction. "She likes it rough. If only you could see the frantic way she squirms under my weight, the way she moans my name when I am ravaging her, you would completely change your view on her psychology."

Guron stared at his son for a long beat, letting out a heavy sigh of disbelief. "Have you ever even tried going slow on her? Start with proper foreplay, touch her skin, and let the rest follow naturally?"