Dorrent’s jaw clenched so hard a click echoed through his teeth, his silver eyes completely swamping with a violent crimson light. The sheer audacity of her endless resistance, even while she was entirely broken, sent a wave of possessive fury straight through his S-tier veins.

"You will obey me, Jannah!" Dorrent commanded, his deep voice dropping into a terrifyingly dark vibration. He leaned his upper body down until his shadow completely smothered her, his fingers digging into the mattress on either side of her head with bruising force. "You will listen to every single word that leaves my mouth under this roof, unless you don’t damn well want to get better and would prefer to rot in this bed forever!"

Jannah forced her dry, pale lips to twist into a mocking line of defiance, completely ignoring the agonizing flare of pain in her ribs as she stared right back into his savage eyes. "I would be very much at peace staying broken and paralyzed like this for the rest of my life, Dorrent," she wheezed out, her voice dripping with absolute venom. "At least if I am completely crippled, your disgusting, primitive dick won’t come looking for my body every single day. I would rather be dead than be your healthy toy."

"You naive, foolish gutter-rat," Dorrent hissed, a cynical snarl curling his handsome features as his winter-frost pheromones violently surged through the room, suffocating her senses. "Let me make the structural rules perfectly clear to you. The exact reason I have personally taken over the administrative part of taking care of your body—the reason I threw the nurses out—is so that I can ensure you heal a thousand times faster. I need you completely repaired so you can immediately return to serving my high-frequency sexual needs. My cock already misses your entrance terribly, Jannah. It’s been craving you since yesterday morning, and I refuse to wait a single unnecessary second."

Before she could even utter a single scream or twist her head away, Dorrent leaned down and captured her mouth in a crushing, completely unconsented kiss. He deepened the strike with an aggressive, shocking intensity, his tongue forcefully parting her pale lips to claim her sweetness while his hand gripped her chin to lock her head in place. Jannah violently jolted her torso, a muffled cry of horror and pain trapped in her throat as her bandaged ribs screamed from the sudden friction. The moment he felt her body entirely trembling beneath his weight, Dorrent pulled away, his silver eyes flaring with a dark, burning triumph.

He slid his muscular arms beneath her back and knees. Jannah clenched her teeth, staring up at the ceiling as she felt his temper rising to a volatile, dangerous threshold. She knew perfectly well that this monster had already stripped her bare, possessed her flesh, and seen every single intimate inch of her body during their previous encounters; she had absolutely nothing left to hide from him, and fighting his physical strength right now would only rupture her internal stitches. She forced her frame to go completely limp, letting him take her body as he pleased just to survive the morning.

But just as Jannah bitterly assumed he would only hold her waist and support her legs till they reached the washroom, Dorrent didn’t bother letting her feet touch the ground. With a single, effortless heave of his broad shoulders, he lifted her from the bed in a pristine, sweeping prince-style carry, bringing her fragile frame securely against his chest as he strode directly into the toilet facility.

The moment they crossed the threshold into the porcelain washroom, Jannah’s face flushed with a sudden, unbearable wave of modesty. "Get out," she pleaded through her teeth, her left hand pushing weakly against his hard collarbone. "Put me down and get the hell out of here right now. I will manage the rest on my own."

"No way in hell, little physician," Dorrent murmured, his voice echoing off the tiled walls with an absolute, terrifying authority.

He lowered her feet to the floor but kept his chest crowding her entirely against the structural wall. Without asking for her consent, Dorrent grabbed the hem of her loose clinical clothing and lifted it all the way up to her chest, exposing her pale, flat stomach and her vulnerable lower half entirely to his predatory gaze. Jannah let out a sharp gasp, her thighs instinctively crossing as she tried to twist away from his touch.

"Stay still," Dorrent growled. He reached down with his hands, clamping his fingers around her slim waist. Slowly, deliberately, he began lowering her panties, his fingers intentionally and repeatedly grazing against the soft sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

The biological manipulation worked instantly against her will; Jannah’s fragile omega body gave an involuntary, electric shudder from the friction, her core reacting to his touch with a sudden warmth that made her curse him inwardly with everything she had. She hated her own genetics for responding to a monster.

"Hurry the hell up, Dorrent!" Jannah shouted, her dark eyes blazing with an unyielding hatred as she glared through her messy hair. "Unless you want me to wash your expensive designer clothes with my urine right now! Get it over with!"

Dorrent let out a low, mocking chuckle, his thumb deliberately pressing into the soft flesh of her hip. "I wouldn’t mind that at all, Jannah. Besides, you seem to have a very short memory. It’s not like you haven’t already squirted your frantic fluids directly in my face before during our last session. I am completely used to your lower half overflowing."

He knew perfectly well that he was tormenting her mind with his slow, calculated touch, and his S-tier pride absolutely loved to see her entirely helpless and trembling beneath his control. He gripped her waist with punishing force, slowly and carefully lowering her frame down onto the porcelain toilet seat. All throughout the entire process, Dorrent stood at his towering height, completely refusing to turn his back or grant her a single ounce of privacy. He looked down at her like a lethal predator tracking a trapped animal, his silver eyes wide and burning with an intense, unvarnished lust.

It made Jannah feel sickeningly uncomfortable. She was forced to pee while he stood right there, his gaze actively watching the liquid stream, the sound echoing in the small washroom. Her face burned with a deep, toxic humiliation that cut through her physical pain.

Dorrent stared down at the sitting Jannah, his breathing gradually turning heavy and ragged as the cloying scent of her natural frequency flooded his nose. His gaze drifted down to his own trousers, where his dead biology had once again risen into a massive, agonizingly rigid hard crotch that strained violently against the fabric.

"Look at what you do to my system, little physician," Dorrent whispered, his voice a rasp that shook with a sudden wave of frustration. "I am already hard for you just from watching you empty yourself. I absolutely hate the fact that you are so broken that I can’t fuck you right now on this floor."

Jannah let out a bitter laugh, her dark eyes locking into his crimson pupils with a reckless, defensive courage. "That is only better, Alpha Grefo! Who the hell asked you to drag me into this washroom and help me if you knew your pathetic cock can never stay still for a single second? You are a disgusting, primitive beast!"

The sharp insult hit Dorrent’s volatile temper like a spark into a powder keg. He stepped forward, his knee wedging between her thighs, his hands slamming against the wall behind her head as he bared his teeth in a savage snarl.

"You better watch that tongue of yours, Jannah!" Dorrent roared, his voice bouncing off the porcelain tiles with a terrifying force. "If you continue to behave in this defiant manner, I swear to God I will fuck you right here and then, regardless of your medical charts! It’s not like it’s your vagina that is injured anyway—your lower half is perfectly intact and entirely wide open for my taking!"

Jannah didn’t back down; her hatred had completely stripped away her fear. She leaned her pale face forward, her lips inches from his snarling mouth as she threw the ultimate challenge in his face. "I dare you, Dorrent! I dare you to try forcing your massive body onto a bleeding, critical trauma patient in the middle of a toilet! Let’s see how much of a ruthless corporate ruler you truly are when you have to rape a dying girl to satisfy your urges!"

Dorrent stared down at her flushed, defiant face for a long, agonizingly tense beat, the air in the washroom turning entirely freezing as his S-tier energy fluctuated with a sudden, dark finality. A slow, chilling, and incredibly wicked smile crept across his handsome features, his fingers slowly tracing the edge of her jaw with a terrifying promise.

"I’ll never force you, little physician..." Dorrent whispered, his voice dropping into a flat, demonic rasp that carried a chilling finality. "I am going to use my means to make you beg for my cock."