"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

The Beast stared down at his soul, almost mesmerized, almost disbelieving. 


They were long deep into the woods now, the massacre he'd left behind him long forgotten. 


Despite the blood on her neck and the tears glistening on her ruddy cheeks, she still looked lovely to The Beast. 


Her face was softly lit by the moonlight, a slight crease on her brow as she slept restlessly in his arms. Her long black hair almost as dark as his stayed matted with blood that was not her own. 


Thankfully, her chest rose and fell with steady breaths. 


Even now, as The Beast stood at his massive height, muscles still tense, shaking with the overwhelming instincts to crush and destroy, his mind still reeling with raw bloodlust. 


Yet, The Feral Beast knew that he could never hurt her. He could never hurt his mate. 


The Beast held her with a gentle possessiveness that should not have been attainable for a wolf gone completely feral. 


Kill a Monster