Vengeance in His Bed

18+ READERS ONLY: This story contains explicit sexual content (smut), dark themes, strong language, possessive alpha dynamics, and an enemies-to-lovers power imbalance. Reader discretion is advised.

Jannah Nenth is an omega burdened by a dark, inescapable curse: she brings catastrophe and ruin to any alpha that claims her as his mate. Left with nothing but the herbalist skills passed down by her grandfather—who is now slipping into the fog of amnesia—Jannah ekes out a quiet, isolated living.

But her world shatters when she is hired to be the personal physician for Dorrent Grefo, the ruthless, S-tier alpha and CEO of Gammar Technology Company. Dorrent is suffering from a humiliating impotence, a secret he guards with his life. To the world, he is a powerful predator; to Jannah, he is the monster who slaughtered her parents during a violent black-cycle rut when she was just a child.

Dorrent probably doesn't remember her, but Jannah remembers everything.

She accepts the position with a dark, calculated vow: rather than cure him, she will use her grandfather’s herbal knowledge to break him slowly from the inside out.

At first, Dorrent loathes the omega's presence. He calls her dirty, refuses to let her touch him without disgust, and treats her with utter disdain. But as the desperate need for a cure overrides his pride, he allows her close. During a private treatment session, a surge of raw, forbidden lust overpowers Dorrent. When the herbs and Jannah’s touch finally rouse his dormant desire, he becomes insatiable.

Claiming her as his plaything, Dorrent pulls Jannah into a dark, intoxicating world of unbridled pleasure and intense, explicit intimacy. What starts as a ruthless boss using his omega physician as a sex slave quickly spirals into a volatile obsession. Dorrent wants more; he tries again and again to bite down and mark Jannah as his true mate, but the ancient curse holds firm. The bond refuses to take unless she surrenders her heart.

Jannah’s vow is absolute: she will never fall in love with the enemy. But as the nights grow hotter, the boundaries between vengeance and desire blur, and Dorrent’s relentless, possessive heat leaves her wet and craving more, the inevitable approaches.

Will the curse break Jannah’s resolve, or will her growing feelings for the S-tier alpha unleash the very catastrophe they both are destined to face?

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Before Jannah could pull back or try to wiggle out of his grasp, his hand moved from her waist, his long fingers fumbling with the hem of her clothes. Jannah let out a small, terrified gasp, her hands coming up to bat at his wrists, her omega instincts screaming at her to resist the touch of the alpha who had destroyed her family.

“Don't, please,” she whimpered, twisting her body, trying to put distance between them. “Don't do this. I'm just here to—”

“You're here to heal me, aren't you?” he cut in, his voice thick, rough, and dripping with raw desire. “You said it yourself, Jannah. A physician must finish what they start. You awakened this in me. You brought me to the edge. Now you have to take me the rest of the way.”

His hand ignored her feeble struggles, sliding down the curve of her hips with an unbearable, deliberate slowness. His fingers found the fabric of her skirt, pushing it aside with a rough, impatient motion that made the silk tear slightly against her skin. The raw strength in his hands was undeniable; he was an S-tier alpha, a predator whose power had been unleashed, and her small, delicate frame was nothing against his overwhelming force.

Jannah's breath hitched in her throat as his fingers bypassed her undergarments and pressed directly against the damp, heated center of her body.