Chapter 9
I thought I’d made myself clear. But the next morning, Dorian appeared at the villa’s doorstep, covered in blood.
His eyes held the same obsessive determination as when he first made his promises to me.
Fale-faced, he lifted his shirt.
The spot where Lacey’s name was tattooed had been brutally gouged out, a chunk of flesh missing
His right ring finger was bare.
His body was scrubbed raw, red and swollen.
“Mireya, I’m sorry. I was wrong, so wrong. I promised to protect you forever, not a day less. I’ve paid back a thousandfold for the pain I caused you. Will you forgive me?”
As he spoke, he attacked his cars with silver.
His agonized scream echoed through the territory.
Blood dripped endlessly from his cars..
A crowd began to gather.
It was my private matter, and I didn’t want to disturb others.
In the ambulance, he looked at me with hopeful eyes, frantically signing
I didn’t look at him and escorted him to the hospital
Once he was settled, I called his parents.
The Roselure Pack’s mom cried, apologizing to me but still pleading for Dorian, begging me to give him another chance.
I showed them the files I’d copied from the phone Dorian had hidden
Over the past ten years, it wasn’t just Lacey, He’d been with dozens of girls, keeping photos of them all.
Dorian’s parents fell silent.
After apologizing on his behalf, they transferred a substantial amount of assets to me as compensation. I accepted without
hesitation
Then I watched as they firmly took Dorian back to the Northern region.
Dorian became deaf and mentally unstable and married Lacey.
They became a bitter, resentful couple until Dorian discovered the child wasn’t his.
While Dorian played around in relationships, Lacey had been just as unfaithful, ensuring neither came out ahead.
A video of them arguing at Dorian’s pack house entrance went viral online.
In a fit of madness, Dorian stabbed Lacey to death as she hurled insults at him.
Due to his mental instability and the circumstances, he was committed to a psychiatric hospital.
I didn’t care to follow their drama, but my uncle and grandma relished seeing Dorian’s downfall.
They gleefully repeated daily, “You reap what you sow.”
During my deaf years, I missed so many things.
Now, like a parched sponge, I greedily soaked up the world with my regained hearing, feeling it with all my heart.
On my birthday, a call came from the Northern region.
When I answered, the first sound was the howling wind.
Dorian rambled on.
He said he regretted everything, that he’d only made a small mistake and planned to settle down after marriage. He didn’t know how things ended up like this.
Finally, he said he missed me, that he couldn’t live without me.
At this point, what he’d become, what fate he met-it was all irrelevant to me.
But, out of spite, I wanted one last jab.
I sent him a photo of my candlelit dinner, then set my phone aside to chat with my Alpha boyfriend.
This young Alpha with emerald-green eyes stared at me intently, his face full of nervous worry.
He feared I might still have feelings for Dorian, looking like a pitiful puppy scared of being abandoned.
To me, he was adorably endearing.
I let out a soft laugh.
Unable to hold back, he cupped my face and kissed me deeply.
“Baby, you’re mine.”
I smiled, letting him kiss me. Not because I needed to be his-but because, finally, I was mine
