No Mark, No Bond, No More Chapter 09

No Mark, No Bond, No More Chapter 09

After everything he’d put me through, he truly believed we could mend our shattered relationship 

like nothing had happened. A dry, mocking chuckle 

pulled at my lips. 

“Dorian. It’s touching you’ve only just remembered we once had a child growing inside me.” 

His face drained of all color in an instant. I held his 

gaze and laid out every scar he’d left behind, slow 

and deliberate. 

“I already struggled with severe anemia while pregnant, yet you forced me to give blood to save Selene’s life. She intentionally dropped her hot 

soup bowl to frame me, scalding a huge patch of skin on my calf, and you ordered me to apologize 

for her deliberate trickery. Later that same night, 

you shoved me backward onto scattered broken ceramic while rushing off to tend to her injuries, 

leaving deep gashes across my back and palms. 

without a single backward glance.” 

My throat stung with welling tears even as I 

smiled bitterly. “The list of wounds you’ve inflicted 

stretches on endlessly. What makes you think I 

could ever find it in myself to forgive you?” 

“I’m sorry, Aria. I’m so sorry.” Dorian repeated the hollow apology on loop, unable to argue against a single truth I’d spoken. 

Moonlight stretched our two shadows long and far across the pavement. 

I’d clung blindly to his empty promises for years, sacrificing my own wellbeing again and again to prove my reckless choice to stay with him was worthwhile, only to end up broken and discarded. 

I ripped my arm free from his grip and stepped sharply backward out of his reach. 

Dorian’s hand hung suspended useless in midair, and it took several long, painful seconds for him to 

rasp out his next question, his entire frame 

trembling on the verge of collapse. 

“When did you get the miscarriage procedure 

done?” 

I smiled calmly, my tone light and unyielding as each word drove another jagged blade into his heart. “Right after I finished donating blood for 

your precious childhood friend. I checked into the clinic and ended the pregnancy that very same day.” 

“Meanwhile?” I tilted my chin up, unflinching. “You 

camped at Selene’s hospital bedside for three full 

days without once leaving her side to check on 

me.” 

I watched raw agony rip across his features at 

last, yet no surge of triumphant satisfaction filled 

my chest. I was simply worn thin, desperate to 

walk away and never look back. 

Dorian’s complexion blanched bone–white, and 

before I could turn to leave, he dropped heavily to 

his knees on the concrete before me. 

“Aria, please. Give me just one more chance to 

make everything right. I’ll throw you the lavish full 

marking ceremony you were always promised, we 

can conceive another pup down the line, build the 

happy life we once swore we’d share together.” 

Dorian’s eyes had always held a captivating 

warmth that once ensnared my heart entirely; now 

they glistened with unshed tears as he bowed his 

head in supplication. Still, not a flicker of 

compassion stirred inside me–only revulsion and 

cold indifference. 

“Dorian, our story is finished permanently. This 

relationship died piece by piece every single time you brushed off my pain and prioritized Selene 

over me.” 

I shook my head, turning my back on his kneeling 

form without another word, walking steadily away 

into the night. He stayed planted on the pavement 

behind me, and I never glanced back.