"The only thing to stop the bond from getting stronger is doing significant damage to it.”

“What kind of damage?”

“I think you know exactly what kind of damage Keenan, the worst and most unimaginable things you can think of? Do it. If the damage is bad enough, it could even kill the bond. The more you starve and neglect this bond, the more it will wither and hopefully... die. But you can’t half-ass it, Keenan, you have to be committed.”

And I WOULD be.
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I once wrote a story, a brutal story

About a human girl who was destined for the alpha beast

Only he could not find her worthy

So he threw her to his wolves to feast

He'd taken everything from her

Her laugh, her love, her peace

He didn't know

That the bond was not meant for release

Your mate is a most treasured gift from the moon

and like an arrogant child

From the goddess's fury, he thought he was immune

He'd have to see her

As she rose from the ground

And finally, she grasped, that to him she was not bound

She had choices

A chance to claim the life that was stolen

Now by his hand

She could no longer be broken

All while she finds solace in the arms of his enemy, once his friend

He'd live life longing for her

Yearning for the future that could've been

But the moon's wrath he should've heeded

For with this karma

He realized he was never needed

    (This story may not be suitable for all ages)

Tame a Monster

They want me to believe she’s truly gone, they want me to believe the bond is really broken. 


But every week my suspicion grew and I know that they’re lying to me. 


Every so often I’ll feel a… random flutter of emotion, and sometimes it’s so fleeting that I wonder if I felt it at all, yet I know for a fact that the emotion isn’t mine. 


I know because all I’ve been able to feel these past couple of months, was a bleak numbness, I was completely desensitized to everything. 


I did everything and anything to get the image of her, lying in my arms, completely still, out of my mind. 


But the memory always finds its way back to haunt me, unrelenting, forbidding me to think about anything else. 


I just need to know! I just need to know that she’s really alive, I just want to see it for myself. 


If those random flickers of emotions aren’t mine, then they’re hers. 


Chapter Twenty Nine