Chapter 8
Just a month ago.
Right before Dorian left for the yacht party, I had handed him a thick stack of documents–most of them insurance policies, investment papers, routine things he wouldn’t think twice about signing.
Tucked neatly between them was something else.
The mating bond dissolution papers.
So yes, we were already broken.
The bond was gone.
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Now, standing in front of me, Dorian looked like he’d just been gutted.
His eyes reddened instantly, the whites bleeding into a violent shade of disbelief.
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“You can’t do that,” he rasped. “I never agreed to this! You can’t just dissolve the bond without my
I didn’t flinch.
“They’ve already been processed. You should’ve received the finalized copy at your house last week.”
I met his stare, my voice calm and clean.
“From now on, you go your way. I’ll go mine. ”
“We are nothing to each other.”
My words hit like a whip.
Dorian’s fists clenched. His voice trembled.
“Isabella, please. I’m sorry. I know I screwed up–everything I did, the IVF, the lies… it was all wrong. But I’ll make it right. Just tell me what you want–punish me, scream at me, I don’t care. Just…”
Suddenly, he dropped to his knees.
And before anyone could react, he began slapping himself across the face. Hard.
“I’m the bastard. I’m the one who broke everything,” he sobbed, voice cracking. “But I never–never–wanted to break the mate bond.
Please… give me one more chance.”
I watched him from above, cold and distant.
I felt nothing.
No relief. No victory. No satisfaction.
Just emptiness.
Theron stepped forward, eyes dark with disgust.
“If someone called you a monster, that would be too kind.”
“Do you even hear yourself? You made her go through a year of injections and procedures, carried four pups to seven months—and only then did she find out they weren’t even hers.”
“And now you think you deserve forgiveness? If I were you, I’d throw myself off the nearest cliff.”
“You don’t deserve her love,” he finished. “You don’t even deserve her time.”
“Get. Out.”
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Dorian’s face twisted in fury.
He shot Theron a venomous look. “This is between me and Isabella. You have no right to butt in!”
Theron didn’t miss a beat. “Isabella is my fiancée. You’re the outsider now.”
That pushed Dorian over the edge.
He lunged at Theron, snarling, fists raised.
Theron didn’t back down.
He had been waiting a long time to pu
punch this man in the face.
But I didn’t want him hurt because of
“Enough!”
My voice rang through the air.
I stepped between them, locking eyes
“It’s over,” I said. “Whatever this was
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With that, I wrapped my hand around Theron’s arm and turned to leave, but Dorian grabbed me from behind.
“Don’t go,” he begged. “Isabella, please–don’t leave me.”
The spot where his fingers gripped my wrist burned like fire. My body trembled against my will, a wave of instinctual fear washing over
- me.
Theron saw it.
Without hesitation, he shoved Dorian off and sent him crashing to the floor.
“I said don’t touch her.”
Dorian got up, face bleeding, eyes wild. He lunged again.
This time, they fought.
Fists flew. Bones cracked. Blood hit the floor.
But Dorian was no match for Theron.
Theron had years of combat training under his belt, and unlike Dorian’s desperate rage, every one of his movements was calculated.
It didn’t take long before Dorian’s face was bruised and bloodied–but still, he wouldn’t stop.
Like a man possessed, he kept swinging wildly, as if hurting Theron might undo everything he’d already lost.
I couldn’t take it.
Without thinking, I threw myself between them.
“Stop it!”
Theron reacted instantly, shielding me with his body–just in time for Dorian’s fist to land squarely on his back.
A low grunt of pain escaped him, and in the next breath, he turned and sent Dorian flying with one clean, vicious kick
I rushed to Theron’s side, my chest tightening at the sight of him wincing.
“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
He looked like he wanted to milk the sympathy, but the moment he saw my tear–filled eyes, his expression softened.
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“Not at all,” he said gently, pulling me into his arms. “I’m fine. I swear.”
I turned to look at Dorian one last time.
He was slumped on the marble, face covered in blood, trembling with rage and pain.
But no bruise on his body could compare to the hollow ache in his chest.
Because as he watched me reach for Theron’s hand, watched me leave without hesitation, he finally understood–he had lost me.
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