No Mark, No Bond, No More Chapter 10

No Mark, No Bond, No More Chapter 10

A few days later, a former friend from Blackwood’s 

pack messaged me: [Have you seen the viral clip 

blowing up pack feed right now?] 

She forwarded the attached video immediately 

after typing the line. 

I hit play to find Dorian and Selene captured on clinic stairwell security footage. Per my friend’s 

note, Dorian had confronted Selene for hours over 

the spilled soup incident, her inflated medical bills, 

and how she’d manipulated Gavin and the patrol 

brothers into publicly humiliating me, with the 

camera only catching the brutal tail end of their 

fight. 

Standing alone on the stair landing, their argument quickly soured, Dorian’s temper snapping entirely. In the next frame, he clamped a hand around 

Selene’s throat and slammed her hard against the 

concrete wall. Her tears soaked his knuckles; the 

same man who’d once bent over backward 

shielding her from all harm had devolved into an 

out–of–control enraged beast. Selene’s face bloated and her eyes rolled back from oxygen. deprivation before he loosened his grip, only to yank her by the arms and hurl her into the wall a 

second time, splitting her forehead and cheek 

open to bleed. She crumpled to the floor scrambling to crawl away, yet he dragged her back 

once more amid their scuffle, sending her 

tumbling headfirst down the concrete staircase. 

Gavin and the rest of their pack crew rushed onto the scene shortly after, yet most owed Dorian substantial personal loans and dared not retaliate 

against their Alpha. They simply scrambled down 

the stairs to cradle the unconscious, injured 

Selene off the floor. 

Watching the footage stirred no sorrow within me, 

only a cold, bitter huff of laughter. Dorian had once 

worshipped Selene above everything else in his 

territory, and now their bond had imploded into 

violent ruin–every consequence well–earned by 

both of them. 

Selene had spent years hiding sharp, cutting barbs 

behind an innocent facade whenever visiting the 

Alpha House, her underhanded insults wounding 

me far deeper than the patrol brothers‘ open jeers. 

Whenever I defended myself against her jabs, the 

group united to heap blame solely on my 

shoulders, and Dorian always avoided my 

desperate pleading gaze, often enabling her 

cruelty to spare her tears by forcing me into 

unwanted apologies. 

Before Dorian could travel to Silvercrest to beg for 

another audience with me, territory council 

enforcers arrested him pending formal tribunal 

hearings and sentencing. Selene’s fall left her with 

severe leg injuries that cast permanent 

uncertainty over whether she’d ever walk normally 

again. Refusing all settlement offers, the formerly 

sweet, doe–eyed girl devolved into a snarling, 

contorted mess during territory press interviews, 

screaming vows to make Dorian pay for every 

injury she’d sustained. Unfortunately, she lacked 

funds to retain legal counsel; every past hospital 

bill and surgical expense had been fully covered 

by Dorian’s wallet. 

Public opinion across the werewolf territory 

shifted rapidly after an anonymous insider posted 

the full timeline of our messy drama online, 

detailing how a committed Alpha had neglected. 

his official Luna to dote on his childhood 

sweetheart while his friends hid behind the “pack 

family” label to enable their toxic codependency 

and leech off his generosity. The post shot 

straight to the top of territory trending lists. 

overnight. 

Selene faced constant side–eye and whispered 

criticism during her ongoing clinic stay; even her 

assigned young pack nurse routinely jabbed her 

with snide, cutting remarks. Crushed under mounting public backlash and unrelenting gossip, 

Selene’s mental state fractured completely, swinging unpredictably between lucid normalcy and incoherent, raving breakdowns where she failed to recognize familiar faces around her. 

With Dorian detained in custody, our official divorce and mating bond dissolution paperwork cleared final legal registry. Our shared private cabin, whose mortgage we’d paid off together after years of monthly installments, was finally fully owned outright–yet our relationship had already fallen irreparably apart. Required to settle legal property division, I scheduled a single 

supervised visitation to meet Dorian at the holding facility.