Joanne’s exited the house immediately after the breakfast; humiliated, furious, and radiating a sharp, synthetic orchid scent that had turned sour with rage, the supermodel had marched out to the gravel driveway, her stilettos cracking against the stone as she went to bury herself in the back of his car to wait for him.

The dining hall fell back into a dense, suffocating quiet. The servants had long since vanished into the shadows of the western pantries.

Jannah remained seated, her hands folded tightly over her lap beneath the edge of the table. She refused to let him see her tremble. Slowly, she tilted her chin upward, her dark, bottomless eyes locking onto the profile of the billionaire CEO who was still sitting entirely too close to her flank, his fingers restlessly tracing the cracked, broken plastic of the platinum card he had snatched.

"You should hurry up, Alpha Grefo," Jannah murmured, her voice a low, icy friction that cut straight through the silence. She turned her head slightly, her gaze flicking toward the massive glass window where the silhouette of the transport sat. "Go out there. Start your experiment on Joanne tonight. My time is running out, and I want nothing more than to pack my belongings and leave this wretched estate as soon as possible."

As the final, defiant syllable left her mouth, Jannah’s lower lip twitched—a nervous, involuntary habit she had developed since childhood whenever her anxiety threatened to breach her defenses. She bit down on it, her small tongue darting out for a fraction of a second to lick the sensitive skin of her bottom lip, trying to soothe the raw sting left by her own teeth.

The movement was a catastrophic mistake.

To Dorrent’s hyper-focused, S-tier olfactory and visual systems, that single, brief flash of her pink tongue was a match dropped into a reservoir of raw gasoline. The volatile memory of the night before; of her sucking his cream-covered fingers, of her whimpering into his skin while he ruthlessly claimed her virginity—flooded his brain with a sudden, primitive violence. His control shattered into dust.

Driven entirely by an unhinged, animalistic impulse, Dorrent lunged sideways. Before Jannah could even register the shift in the air, his arms slid beneath her waist and knees. He hoisted her fragile weight into the air without warning, ripping her completely out of her chair.

"What are you—! Let me go!" Jannah gasped, her hands flying out to strike his chest as her mind spiraled into instant panic.

Dorrent didn’t offer a single word of compliance. He dropped back heavily onto his own leather seat, violently slamming her down onto his lap. His thighs pinned her lower half in place, his left arm locking around her waist, anchoring her spine firmly against his chest. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving against her shoulder blades, his pheromones expanding with such suffocating density that the room seemed to spin on its axis.

"You speak too much for a maid, Jannah," Dorrent growled, his deep voice dropping into a thick, husky resonance that vibrated directly through her ribs.

Slowly, deliberately, his right hand rose. His fingers made contact with the pale, marked skin of her neck. He trailed them downward, tracing the deep purple bruises he had left, his pads creating an unbearable, electric friction against her skin as he slid his hand lower, traveling toward the shadow of her cleavage beneath the tightly buttoned collar of her blouse.

"Stop it! Dorrent, stop this madness!" Jannah hissed, her fingers clamping onto his thick wrist, pushing against his immense strength with every ounce of physical energy she possessed. She couldn’t outmatch his energy; his physical framework was an evolutionary fortress, and her fragile, fever-weakened body was nothing against his absolute dominance. She twisted her neck, trying to bite his hand, her breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches. "Joanne is right outside! She will come back through those doors! She will find you touching me, and you’ll loose her!"

"Let her find us," Dorrent murmured, a low, savage chuckle rumbling deep within his chest. He didn’t care about the risk; the raw, intoxicating heat radiating from her body was making him lose his logical mind. He pressed his face into the side of her neck, his lips brushing against her pulse point. "I will experiment on Joanne tonight, just as you so desperately desire, little omega. But I don’t want to leave you behind. I want you in that room with us. Join us tonight for a threesome. Joanne has always been incredibly open-minded about the politics of the bedroom... and besides, she already likes you. She thinks you’re pretty."

The sheer, grotesque audacity of his proposal sent a violent jolt of pure adrenaline straight to Jannah’s core.

With a sudden, frantic desperation, she used both of her palms to violently jam his hand backward, blocking his fingers from sliding past the cotton fabric toward her breasts. She stared up at the ceiling, her chest heaving, her voice trembling with a mixture of raw disgust and unyielding steel.

"No woman who actually loves you would ever allow such a disgusting display, Alpha Grefo!" Jannah choked out, her knuckles whitening against his wrist. "I will never join you. And you should never think about what happened between us happening ever again! Let me go this instant—your father will be downstairs in a few minutes, and he will see what his prized son is doing with his herbalist!"

Dorrent’s eyes narrowed into thin, crimson-tinted slits. The mention of his father did nothing to cool the raging furnace in his blood; instead, the frantic, defensive squirming of her body on his lap was triggering a completely different, uncontrollable biological reaction.

He didn’t answer her text. Leaning his head forward from behind, he gripped her chin with his free hand, turning her face sharply to the side, and captured her parted, gasping lips in a deep, desperate, and fiercely yearning kiss.

She had driven him completely crazy the moment she licked her lip, and he could no longer fight the hunger. He swirled his tongue inside her mouth, forcefully breaking past her teeth to lick the wet interior walls of her mouth, tasting the sweet, herbal flavor of her essence while his hands began to wildly roam over her body, tearing at the hem of her blouse, searching for the smooth skin of her waist.

Jannah’s mind fractured into pure terror. She was losing her breath under the bruising, suffocating pressure of his mouth. Desperate to escape the trap, she began to move frantically on his lap, twisting her hips and writhing violently in an effort to free her waist from his iron grip.

But the movement backfired catastrophically. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

As she thrashed against him, her firm behind kept continuously rubbing and grinding directly against Dorrent’s groin. Through the thin layers of his tailored trousers and her conservative skirt, the heavy, repeated friction of her perky behind sliding against his lower half acted like an electric current. Dorrent let out a sharp, ragged groan, his head snapping back slightly as his manhood experienced a sudden, massive surge of power. The dormant flesh beneath his belt expanded with frightening speed, turning rock-hard and throbbing violently against the curve of her rear within a matter of seconds. The raw heat radiating through her clothes was driving his S-tier biology completely insane.

Jannah felt the thick, towering ridge of his erection hard against her skin, and a cold dread settled in her stomach. She was completely running out of air, her vision spotting with darkness as his tongue continued to dominate hers.

Having no other way out, her primitive survival instincts took complete control.

With a sudden, vicious snap of her jaw, Jannah bit down hard onto his invading tongue.

"Aaargh—!"

A sharp, painful growl ripped from Dorrent’s throat, the taste of his own blood exploding across his lips. The sudden, agonizing sting caught the apex predator entirely off guard. His nervous system flinched, and for a fraction of a second, the ironclad grip around her waist loosened.

Jannah didn’t waste a single millisecond. She violently threw her body forward, slipping out of his arms, and scrambled off his lap. She didn’t look back. Clutching her disheveled blouse to her chest, her breath coming in ragged, terrified gasps, she turned and sprinted toward the grand staircase, her frantic footsteps clattering against the marble as she fled upstairs to lock herself inside her quarters.

The grand dining hall fell into a dead, ringing silence.

Dorrent remained sitting alone on the leather seat, his chest heaving as he wiped a smear of blood from his bottom lip with the back of his hand. He was completely aroused, his body vibrating with a chaotic, unspent static, left entirely lonely in the vast space.

Slowly, his gaze drifted downward. His trousers were tented completely forward, his member pulsing with a heavy, painful ache that demanded immediate relief. He reached down, his fingers aggressively tugging at the fabric of his belt to ease the suffocating pressure, his jaw clenching.

He stared at the empty staircase where she had just vanished, a low, gravelly rasp tearing from his throat as a dark, unhinged smile slowly cut into his handsome face.

"You filthy little Omega..." Dorrent whispered into the shadows, his voice a thick, possessive vibration that dripped with an absolute, terrifying addiction. "You are cursed to drive me completely crazy... and god help me, I like it." He pulled at his collar, his eyes glowing with a dangerous, untamed crimson hue as he recalled the cold, dead numbness of the past five years. "Unlike that wretched, cursed omega from the past who left me dead in the abyss..."