No Mark, No Bond, No More Chapter 06

No Mark, No Bond, No More Chapter 06

Dorian had lost track of how many days he’d 

camped out at the pack clinic beside Selene. 

Bloodshot eyes rimmed his sockets, and coarse 

dark stubble sprouted thick across his jawline. 

Propped upright in her hospital bed, Selene 

frowned at his unkempt appearance before slipping into her usual caring pretense. 

“You ought to head back to the Alpha house and 

rest, Dorian. Gavin can take over watching over me 

for a while.” 

Dorian’s gaze drifted down to his empty, stagnant 

message thread with Aria. He’d almost agreed to 

stay put, yet the words died on his tongue. In past fights over Selene, Aria would’ve blown up at him. for abandoning their home, flooding his inbox with 

frantic texts demanding answers for his endless 

bedside vigils. Now, not a single alert pinged his 

phone–she’d gone unnervingly quiet, leaving a 

hollow void thrumming along their incomplete 

mating bond. 

The fragile tether had shuddered with a sharp cold twinge one night weeks prior, but he’d brushed it off as exhaustion from pulling consecutive 

all–nighters. He’d never guessed that faint, icy pull 

was the bond’s final, fading echo as their unborn 

pup slipped away forever. Unease coiled tight in 

his gut, spurring his decision to return to the 

house at last. 

Just as he prepared to leave, Selene latched onto 

his forearm. 

“About my upcoming medical bills…” She trailed 

off mid–sentence, letting the unspoken request 

hang in the air. 

Dorian’s frayed patience frayed further. He pulled 

out their shared joint account card to settle her 

fees at the billing counter, only for the machine to 

reject the payment repeatedly with an 

insufficient–funds alert. Confused, he pulled up the 

pack banking portal and froze: one hundred 

thousand dollars–every cent of Aria’s personal 

share of their savings–had been fully withdrawn 

and transferred out. 

Panic unlike anything he’d ever known crashed 

over him. Without another word to Selene, he 

bolted from the clinic and raced toward the Alpha 

House behind the wheel. He clung to desperate. 

reassurances the whole drive: Aria was only angry, 

draining the funds to force him home, waiting to 

confront him with tearful accusations just like she 

always had. 

But when he pushed open the front door, dead 

silence greeted him. No warm cooking aromas 

lingered in the air, no soft footsteps padded down 

hallways, no gentle call of his name echoed 

through empty rooms. He flipped on the overhead 

lights to find the living room stripped bare of Aria’s 

belongings: her favorite ceramic vases, knit throw 

blankets, stacked novels, and the plush throw 

pillow she kept tucked on the sofa’s corner were 

all gone. 

Heart hammering against his ribs, he sprinted into 

their master bedroom. Her entire wardrobe stood 

emptied, her vanity counter wiped clean, with only 

the bag of Selene’s soiled silk clothes sitting stark 

and out of place in the corner. 

His hands shook as he dialed Aria’s cell, met only 

by the robotic, flat announcement of a 

disconnected number. 

“This can’t be right…” 

He stumbled through the entire estate–kitchen, 

sunroom, study, guest suites–searching every 

nook and cranny, yet Aria was truly gone. 

Eventually his gaze locked onto a stack of 

paperwork resting on the table. Stiff–legged, he 

crossed the room and lifted the top document, the 

( 

bold title searing into his line of sight: [Divorce and 

Bond–Dissolution Agreement].