"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)