Shadron did not flinch, even as the freezing weight of Dorrent’s S-tier Alpha aura pressed down upon his chest like a physical block of ice. Instead, he took a step forward, his eyes flaring with an intense, stubborn fire that matched the suffocating atmosphere of the foyer. The silence between them stretched out before Shadron finally broke it, his voice dropping into a flat serious register.

"You need to let me in on this, Dorrent," Shadron stated, his tone carrying a rare vulnerability that cut right through the tycoon’s cold demeanor. "Keeping me completely out of such a serious matter for all these years is completely unfair. It makes me think that you don’t even consider me your best friend anymore, or that you’ve somehow found another confidant while hiding behind that untouchable, frosty wall of yours. We have spilled blood together in the lower sectors. I deserve the truth."

Dorrent’s jaw clenched as he took a predatory stride toward Shadron, his towering frame casting a shadow across the wall. "You want to talk about fairness?!" Dorrent hissed, his voice vibrating with fury. "Then explain to me why the hell you just told Joanne to share my master bedroom upstairs! You already know my condition from what I just yelled a few minutes ago! By forcing her into my personal quarters, you are only planning to humiliate me more than I already am! You are throwing a beauty queen into my bed when you know damn well my system cannot perform!"

Shadron let out a sharp, calculated sigh, shaking his head as he met the billionaire’s murderous glare without a single drop of fear. "Giving her a different room right now would only make the entire layout ten times worse, Dorrent! She is already stressed by her family commands. If you exile her to a separate room the exact day she moves in, she will start suspecting that something is wrong with your relationship. I know that having her stay inside your private space will be difficult and challenging for your pride—I am not blind to that. But you can always look for alternative means to please her using the exact same means you have been feeding her for the last three years. You can easily keep her satisfied by using your fingers and your tongue on her , just like you’ve been doing!"

THUD!

Before Shadron could even finish his sentence, Dorrent’s boot shot forward in a sudden, explosive kick, violently striking Shadron across the shin with enough force to make the silver-haired Alpha stumble backward against the grand banister.

"Shut your filthy mouth!" Dorrent roared, his eyes completely swamped with fire as he pointed a trembling finger at his friend’s chest. "Did she used to tell you those graphic details in private?! Is that why you are standing under my roof giving me sexual advice?! I hope you had helped her out better yourself by using your always wondering, pathetic dick on her behind my back!"

Shadron winced slightly, rubbing his bruised shin, but a smirk touched his lips as he straightened his robe. "To be honest with you, Dorrent... as a dominant Alpha, of course I would like that. Joanne is a stunning, top-tier beauty queen, and any man with blood in his veins would crave to bury himself inside her. But you know perfectly well that I could never, ever do that to you. You are my best friend, and your brotherhood means far more to my life than just a pussy. I value our alliance too much to ever touch your woman."

The honesty of Shadron’s words seemed to hit Dorrent like a physical blow, slowly draining the explosive, violent momentum from his massive torso. The tycoon turned his back on his friend, his shoulders slumping slightly as he stared out the tall glass panels toward the empty driveway. The arrogance that usually cloaked his frame seemed to crack, revealing a layer of torturous shame that had rotted his soul for half a decade.

"It is not that I wanted to keep this a secret from you, Shadron," Dorrent whispered, his voice dropping into a low rasp that sounded heavy in the quiet foyer. "It is just that... I felt utterly ashamed of my own biology. I didn’t know how to look you in the eyes and tell you about it. I have tried so many hundreds of times over the last five years to find the right moment to tell you, but every single time the words reached my throat, I completely lost the courage to let them out."

Shadron’s eyes widened in surprise, a look of profound disbelief crossing his features. "I honestly didn’t know the great, untouchable Dorrent Grefo was capable of lacking courage for anything in this universe."

"On such a pathetic, humiliating matter as this... of course I lacked every single ounce of courage, Shadron!" Dorrent shouted back, turning his head sharply, his face a tight mask of torment. "What sovereign man on this earth would willingly go to his best friend and declare that his own manhood is completely dead? Who would easily say the words that they can’t rise it up for any woman alive? It completely castrates your pride."

Shadron’s expression shifted from confusion into an intensity as he processed the chronological data. He took a slow step closer, his voice dropping into a soft, understanding line. "How the hell did it even happen, Dorrent? Five years ago, you were at the absolute peak of your physical dominance. What broke your neural pathways?"

Dorrent let out a low, bitter chuckle. He gripped the marble banister until the stone groaned under his fingers. "Five years ago... during a corporate summit in the lower sectors, I made the catastrophic mistake of sleeping with a mysterious, cursed omega woman. The encounter was toxic from the start. Her pheromones were laced with a rare, forbidden genetic block, and the exact morning after that night... my system completely crashed. Since that day, my dick had never roused again. No matter how many pretty women, elite supermodels, or high-bred omegas I invited to my bed over the last five years, my flesh remained completely soft and lifeless."

Shadron froze, his mind cataloging the new data, before his eyes snapped wide open as the ultimate realization hit his brain. "Then... what about Jannah Nenth? How the hell is a penniless girl from the slums the only woman who can actually get your dick hard?"

"I don’t even know the reason myself," Dorrent rumbled, his jaw clenching as his silver eyes swamped with a sudden possessiveness. "She was never a housemaid, Shadron. I only told you that to avoid you thinking I’m sick. The truth is... my father hired her as my private personal herbalist. During a certain clinical session in my room... while she was applying an herbal extract from my flaccid cock... my entire length instantly aroused to rigidity. It woke up completely for her touch alone. That how I started sleeping with her, why I forced her into my bed, and why I have been think of draining her every time."

Shadron stood paralyzed in the center of the foyer, his breath catching in his throat as the terrifying picture finally locked into place. So that was the truth. That was the primal reason why his cold, ruthless billionaire friend had gone completely feral—why he had torn through the slums, threatened the Mafia God’s son, and was currently preparing to risk his life to face Bellero Boren alone. Jannah was not just a servant; she was Dorrent’s lifeline, the singular key to his masculine existence, and the only woman who made him feel like a real Alpha. If she died, Dorrent’s manhood would return to the dark, lifeless grave forever.

An intense wave of empathy and ultimate brotherhood washed over Shadron’s face. He slowly stepped across the floor, raising his right hand to tap his friend’s tense shoulder. He looked into Dorrent’s eyes, his voice carrying the finality of a ride-or-die ally.

"I am so sorry you had to carry that brutal weight alone for five years, brother..." Shadron whispered, his eyes flashing with a sudden clarity as his fingers tightened on Dorrent’s shirt fabric. "But now I understand why you cannot let her die... and I swear to you, we are going to get that antidote no matter who we have to slaughter."