Vengeance in His Bed

Jannah stayed buried against his broad chest, her sobs slowly ebbing into jagged, shallow breaths that vibrated against his skin. The heavy scent of his winter-frost pheromones wrapped around her like an intoxicating anchor, but her mind remained locked in a desperate, defensive panic.

"If you aren’t ready to actually be a father, Dorrent... then you shouldn’t even think about me getting pregnant," Jannah whispered, her voice raw and hoarse against the soft velvet of his bathrobe. She pushed back just enough to look up into his dark, silver eyes, her cheeks still burning with tear tracks. "I refuse to bring children into this world just to watch them grow up without a father. I won’t let them have a reckless, suicidal father who throws his life away every time he steps outside the gates."

Dorrent didn’t pull away. He cupped the back of her head with one hand, his thumb stroking gently along the delicate base of her neck.

"I won’t be reckless anymore," Dorrent declared, his low baritone carrying a quiet, absolute solemnity that cut straight through her doubts. "I swear it to you, Jannah. The games, the unnecessary risks, the reckless rampages—it all ends now. I will stay alive for you. I will stay here for our family. Every single breath I take from this moment on is dedicated to keeping you and our child safe."

He continued to murmur soft, possessive assurances into her hairline, holding her small, trembling frame firmly against his warmth. He let his immense Alpha presence soften entirely, soothing the lingering panic in her veins until her tense muscles finally gave out. Slowly, her heavy breathing aligned with his steady, rhythmic heartbeat.

They stayed locked in that quiet, intense embrace for a long time. The grand room remained silent around them, illuminated only by the soft morning sun pouring through the tall windows.

Eventually, Dorrent leaned back slightly, his eyes searching her flushed face. "Are you ready now, little physician?"

Jannah didn’t answer. She kept her lips pressed into a tight line, looking away from his penetrating stare.

Dorrent took her silence as a silent agreement. "Good."

Without giving her a chance to back out, Dorrent scooped her up into his arms, standing up effortlessly from the floor. Jannah let out a small gasp, clutching at his broad shoulders as he carried her straight into the bathroom.

He set her down gently beside the marble vanity, where a clean plastic specimen collection cup. He retrieved a small collection bucket, placing it neatly on the floor, and stepped behind her. Before she could protest, his hands reached around her waist, skillfully helping her adjust her clothes and guiding her posture over the container.

"Dorrent, what are you doing?!" Jannah gasped, her face instantly turning a violent crimson as he stayed right beside her, holding her securely in place.

"Guiding you through the process," Dorrent purred low in her ear, his lips brushing against her heated neck. He looked down at her curved frame, a dark, wicked glint flashing in his silver eyes. "You look incredibly good in that posture, baby."

"You bastard!" Jannah cursed furiously, trying to twist her head around to glare at him. "At least look away! Are you completely shameless?!"

"Entirely shameless when it comes to you," Dorrent answered without an ounce of regret, his gaze remaining fixed on her with unabashed pleasure. "I am enjoying every single view of you."

He didn’t avert his eyes for a single second, watching with a calm, possessive intensity until she finally finished. The moment she shifted to stand up and reach for the paper to wipe herself, Dorrent leaned in closer, his broad chest pressing against her back as his hand reached down toward her thigh.

"Let me help you with that," Dorrent murmured, his voice dropping into a deep, gravelly thread that sent an electrical shiver straight down her spine.

Jannah’s head snapped around, her eyes flashing with pure outrage as she caught the dark, dangerous smirk playing on his handsome lips. "I am not interested in having your tongue down there on me right now!"

Dorrent let out a low, rumbling laugh that vibrated against her shoulder. "You really do know me well enough, don’t you? Are you sure you won’t let me? My tongue could do the wiping exceptionally well."

"In your wild dreams!" Jannah spat out, ignoring his taunting presence entirely as she snatched a wad of tissue from the dispenser, thoroughly wiping herself and adjusting her clothes before he could push the envelope any further.

She picked up the plastic dropper, carefully transferred the fresh sample onto the new test strip, and set the small white device flat on the counter.

"Now we wait," Jannah declared coldly, turning on her heel and marching straight out of the bathroom.

She walked over to the bed, pulled the plush duvet over her body, and lay down on her side with her back turned decisively toward the center of the mattress, ignoring him entirely.

Dorrent walked out of the bathroom a moment later, holding the test strip she had handed him earlier. He stepped around the bed and looked down at her rigid silhouette.

"Whose test results were on this previous kit?" Dorrent asked casually. "Since it obviously didn’t belong to you."

Jannah kept her eyes locked on the wall, her tone flat and unbothered. "You already know the answer. Why bother asking?"

Dorrent tilted his head, a thoughtful smirk touching his lips. "It couldn’t possibly be Avana’s... unless my head housekeeper has been hiding a secret life from me."

Jannah remained completely silent, refusing to offer a single word of confirmation or denial.

"I’ll take your silence as a yes," Dorrent chuckled softly, tossing the old strip into the trash bin near the nightstand. He walked around to her side of the bed. "You’ve become quite the cunning little liar, haven’t you?"

"Go to hell," Jannah gritted out under her breath.

Ignoring her cold demeanor, Dorrent unceremoniously lifted the heavy duvet and climbed into the bed beside her. He reached out with his arm, wrapping it tightly around her waist, and dragged her delicate back flush against his broad, warm chest.

"Get off me!" Jannah yelled, squirming against his hold and trying to pry his large hand off her stomach. "Go sleep on your own side!"

"Just let me hold you like this," Dorrent growled softly against her ear, his powerful grip tightening just enough to completely immobilize her without causing any pain. "Stop fighting me for a few minutes."

Jannah let out a frustrated huff, her muscles eventually slumping as she realized the futility of trying to overpower an S-tier Alpha. She lay still in his arms, feeling the steady, powerful rhythm of his pulse against her back.

After a few moments of quiet, Dorrent shifted slightly, resting his chin comfortably on her shoulder.

"Can you imagine it, Jannah?" Dorrent murmured low, his voice dropping into a strangely soft tone. "A tiny baby... sleeping right here between the two of us. Waking up in the morning with our child tucked against your chest. It would be such a breathtaking picture. I honestly can’t wait for that exact moment."

Jannah rolled her eyes, her lips twitching with a mixture of annoyance and reluctance. "Aren’t you projecting your dreams a little too far into the future?"

"It’s going to happen anyway," Dorrent stated with confidence. He leaned closer, his warm breath fanning across her jawline as his hand slid slightly upward toward her ribs. "And when it does... I would love nothing more than to watch the baby sucking on one of your breasts... while I take care of the other one."

Jannah’s eyes snapped wide open. She violently whipped her leg back, landing a sharp kick straight against him under the covers.

"What the hell is wrong with you and my breasts?!" Jannah shrieked, twisting her body around in his grip to glare at him in disbelief.

Dorrent didn’t even flinch from the kick. A wicked, sensuous smile spread across his handsome face as he looked down at her furious eyes. "I just can’t wait to taste your milk, baby."

"You perverted bastard!" Jannah yelled, pulling her right fist back to land a solid punch right on his smug jaw.

Before her fist could connect, Dorrent’s hand shot out like lightning. He caught her wrist mid-air, yanked her arm forward, and flipped her entire body over. In a split second, Jannah found herself pulled completely on top of him, her chest resting flat against his broad torso, her knees straddling his lap.

"What’s all the fuss about?" Dorrent asked casually, his hands coming up to rest possessively on her lower back, holding her securely against his chest. "It’s not like I’m doing it literally right this second. I’m just talking." He tilted his head, his silver eyes dark with a teasing, dangerous intensity. "Or do my words actually do something to you down there?"

Jannah’s face flushed pink. "You are an unredeemable pervert!" she barked, pushing her palms against his shoulders. "It seems your name is going to permanently change from Dorrent Grefo to Dorrent Pervert with the number of times I have to call you that every single day!"

Dorrent let out a laugh. "It has a nice ring to it... especially when it comes out of your sweet mouth."

"Let me go!" Jannah demanded, wriggling on top of him.

"Not a chance," Dorrent purred.

He reached out toward the nightstand without breaking his hold on her waist, his fingers retrieving the fresh pregnancy test kit from where it had been resting for the required five minutes. He brought the small white strip down between them, holding it up into the light so they could both look at the small rectangular window together.

Dorrent’s smile widened into a brilliant, victorious flash of white teeth.

Jannah’s breath completely trapped itself in her throat. Her dark eyes widened in shock, her jaw dropping as she stared at the display in absolute disbelief.

Glowing brightly in the morning light were two thick, undeniable, dark red lines.

The room seemed to fall completely silent. The reality of the moment crashed over Jannah like a violent tsunami, freezing the blood in her veins. She was carrying his child.

Dorrent looked up from the strip, his eyes burning with a deep, boundless devotion and overwhelming pride that took her breath away.

"Congratulations, new mother..." Dorrent whispered low, his baritone vibrating straight into her soul, "...for becoming the mother of my heir."

Jannah’s lips parted, a desperate, panicked curse rising in her throat. "You—"

Before the words could fully spill from her tongue, Dorrent reached up, cupped the back of her neck, and pulled her head down, silencing her completely under a fierce, wildly passionate kiss.

His mouth claimed hers with an overwhelming, consuming heat—possessive, intense, and intoxicating—drowning her final defenses in a storm of breathless, unyielding devotion that bound their fates together forever.

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