Chapter 9
But even then–after everything–Dorian still refused to let go.
He showed up over and over, as if redemption could be bought in pieces.
A bracelet auctioned for fifteen million dollars.
An entire rose estate planted by hand, every bloom the soft pink he once said matched my blush.
He had my name tattooed over his heart.
He lit
up
the entire city sky in
a
midnight storm of blue firework rain–because I once said blue reminded me of peace.
And yet… no matter how extravagant the gestures…
I remained unmoved.
Because some wounds go too deep for beauty to heal.
Theron and I were already planning our Mating Ceremony.
I had originally wanted to wait.
But Theron–he didn’t. He said he couldn‘
So I said yes.
When Dorian found out, he lost control.
stand another day without being bonded to me.
༣༦།་༢༣་ དངག་ཅིག་ཀ་ལ་ད་དད་ར་ཀ་ནད་
He showed up at my doorstep, breathless, soaked in panic.
“Isabella, please–I’m begging you–don’t bond with him.”
His eyes were bloodshot, tears falling freely as they hit the pavement between us.
“I’ve cut ties with Miranda. She’s out of my life–completely.”
“I know you never liked Lydia. She’s been banished from the pack. Gone.”
“Cecilia? Gone too. Anyone you hated, I’ve made sure they’ll never bother you again.”
“I’ve erased them all–everyone.”
His voice cracked. “Please, Isabella…”
I looked at him calmly.
“Then why haven’t you disappeared yet?”
Dorian staggered back like I’d slapped him. His face–once proud, once perfect–was pale and broken.
But still, he didn’t leave.
He stayed there, like a ghost chained to regret, reminding me of everything I’d worked so hard to forget.
“I know I was the one who wanted to bond with you first,” I said slowly. “I was the one who asked my father to seek a mating alliance with Nightrose Pack.”
“But if you never loved me, Dorian–why didn’t you reject me?”
“You used my loyalty to help your pack through its darkest days… and once you no longer needed me, you crushed everything I’d ever given you.”
“You can’t tell me what happened to my father’s pack had nothing to do with you. We both know better.”
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My voice shook, but not from sadness.
From anger. From clarity.
“And those children–I wanted them more than anything.”
“I cried for them. Bled for them. I was ready to give them my life.”
“But they weren’t even mine.”
“You made me carry children for your mistress. Your admirer. Your sister. And even one for someone already dead!”
I stared into his eyes, my voice steady and sharp.
“How dare you.”
He couldn’t speak–didn’t even try. His face had gone bone white, hands trembling at his sides.
Just then, Theron arrived.
Without a word, he stepped between us.
Dorian reached out instinctively–but froze before his fingers could brush my sleeve.
I took Theron’s hand, warm and steady in mine, and walked away.
I didn’t look back.
I didn’t hear the soft whisper that broke behind me.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”
Later that night, dazed and hollow, he got into his car. He never made it home. A crash took his life halfway through the drive.
When they pulled his body from the wreckage, they found my wedding ring still clutched in his bloodstained hand.
When the news reached me, I felt nothing.
To me, he was just another stranger now—someone who no longer mattered.
A week later, Theron and I held a grand Mating Ceremony.
Surrounded by cheers and blessings, we sealed our bond with a kiss.
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