Vengeance in His Bed

Chapter 152: Willing to Learn How to Love Her

"I am only here to put some sense into her small, stubborn head, Dorrent!" Himelda snapped back, ignoring his warning as she marched right up to the edge of the bed.

Jannah was sitting huddled against the headboard, her face pale, her dark eyes wide with a mixture of exhaustion and raw terror as the powerful matriarch of the house invaded her space.

"Jannah," Himelda called out, her voice cutting through the quiet room like a scalpel as she looked down at the fragile herbalist. "I hope to God you are not actually thinking of accepting this ridiculous marriage layout between you and my son. Tell me you have more pride than that. Isn’t a girl from the bogs ashamed—or at least terrified—of getting married to man who is not in love with her? A man who will only ever use your fragile body as a literal sex tool to satisfy his primitive Alpha urges?"

Jannah let out a ragged, dry breath, her fingers clutching her left arm tightly against her fractured ribs as she looked into the older woman’s burning eyes. "I am sorry." Jannah whispered, her voice cracking with exhaustion. "I also... I also don’t want to accept this marriage. I don’t want any of this. I am just being cornered by three different people who won’t let me breathe—my dead grandfather’s last wish, Alpha Guron’s strategy, and your son’s unhinged obsession. I never asked for any of this horror."

"Then you better think very carefully before you let them drag you to an altar!" Himelda hissed, leaning closer over the mattress, her face twisting into a look of condescension. "Think about your options, girl. Do you genuinely want to be used as a biological object for the rest of your life? Or is it simply money that you want from our name? If it is the credits, name your price right now. Ask me for whatever amount you need to clear your debts, take it, and leave my son’s body alone!"

"I don’t want a single credit from your foul family!" Jannah spat back, a sudden flash of her inherent, stubborn fire returning to her dark eyes as she glared at the matriarch. "I don’t want your money! You are asking the wrong person, Mrs. Grefo. You should be turning around and asking your own son—the man who can’t leave my skin alone for a single hour—what the hell he actually wants from me!"

Himelda spun around on her heel, her eyes flashing with fury as she targeted Dorrent, who stood towering in the doorway with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. "Look at her, Dorrent! She despises you! You don’t even love this girl! You shouldn’t just keep her around this estate as your personal, locked-up sex object just because your body functions for her skin!"

Dorrent let out a short laugh that sounded entirely hollow, his silver eyes locking onto his mother’s face.

"Had you and Father also not arranged a multi-billion credit marriage layout for me with Joanne Moscow, Mother?" Dorrent reminded her roughly. "Knowing very well that I didn’t possess a single ounce of love for her? So tell me exactly where the hell the difference lies between marrying Jannah and marrying Joanne? My marriage was never supposed to have anything to do with love in the beginning anyway! It was always about business."

"There is a difference, you foolish boy!" Himelda shrieked back, slamming her hand against the wooden bedpost. "Marrying an elite lady like Joanne Moscow comes with the immense benefit of a global business alliance, political protection, and stability! Unlike this penniless, fractured slum girl who brings nothing to our table but her sexy body!"

"Then that slum girl is exactly the one I am going to marry," Dorrent delivered flatly, his eyes darting toward Jannah’s rigid form on the bed. "And the only benefit that matters to my strategy is that I can actually fuck her. Unlike Joanne, who left my system completely dead, this girl will at least give me ultimate physical pleasure every single night. And let me tell you this, Mother... I am even willing to learn how to love her. I am willing to fall in love with her, to find out exactly what falling in love means, if that is the limit of what it takes for her to ever accept my mark wholeheartedly."

Guron, who had been standing silently in the shadows of the corridor, finally stepped into the bedroom. A laugh escaped his chest as he walked over and slapped his palm against his son’s shoulder.

"That’s the spirit, Dorrent!" Guron roared with delight, his eyes flashing as he looked between his son and his wife. "Falling in love is an incredible thing! I hope you experience it, my boy."

Himelda let out a sharp gasp of frustration. She threw an angry look toward Jannah, her jaw locking tight. "You better make the right decision for your own survival, girl," she delivered in a freezing whisper before spinning around, her gown whipping against Guron’s robe as she marched furiously out of the room, slamming the door to the hallway behind her.

Guron didn’t follow her this time. He took a slow step closer to the edge of the bed. His features softened.

"I can see you are recuperating well under our medical care, Jannah," Guron murmured. "I am sorry about Duro’s sudden death. But you shouldn’t worry about a single thing regarding your future. Marrying into the Grefo family will only benefit your life. It will give you absolute security from any danger. And my son... my son will learn how to be a proper, gentle husband."

Jannah let out a short, ragged laugh that sounded choked with bitterness. She lifted her head, her dark eyes locking onto the older patriarch’s face with scorn. "A husband?" she rasped out, her voice trembling with raw disgust. "A husband who can only ever think about fucking me until I am completely broken... whether a beast like that can even be considered a husband in your world, Alpha Guron?"

Guron let out a chuckle, completely unfazed by her sharp tongue. He waved his hand dismissively as he adjusted his robe. "It is only natural for a man to always want his chosen wife, Jannah. You must try to understand his biological peak. Dorrent stayed for five long years without being able to sleep with a single person. Right now, after discovering your ability, he is simply operating in his peak performance. When he has had more of the sex, when his system has thoroughly enjoyed your body over the next few months, he will eventually cool down and won’t exhaust your frame so bad."

Dorrent stood completely still by the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest as he listened to his father’s instructive words echo through the quiet bedroom. His eyes remained locked dead onto the smooth, pale curve of Jannah’s tiny waist, his nostrils flaring as the faint, intoxicating scent of her pheromones drifted across the space, making his groin burn with a sudden, localized heat.

Cool down? Dorrent thought to himself, his inner voice dropping into a dark, unhinged depth of absolute obsession as his teeth ground together. He thinks I am just going through a temporary peak phase. But he doesn’t understand this biology at all.

He stared at the sharp, defiant tilt of her jaw, the way her small chest heaved with hatred for his name, and a sudden, terrifying realization settled into his mind—a realization that made his blood run blisteringly hot beneath his skin.

I am never going to cool down from having sex with this little herbalist, Dorrent vowed silently, his eyes narrowing into predatory slits as he tracked the frantic rhythm of her heartbeat. Even if I bury my cock inside her a thousand times... even if I ravage her every single night until she’s filled with my kids... I will only ever want her more. This hunger is never going to end.