She was brutal. She wanted blood. She was a monster.
A monster that I created.
This story is not about the rejected mate winning her true love back.
This is about the rejected mate on the hunt for his blood - even if it grows deadly.
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My jaws latched around the grey fur of his throat, keeping it within my jaws. He struggled, but he wasn't strong enough. With force, I slammed his body to the ground and leaned over him, snarling against his throat. Submit! Submit! My wolf chanted. Like a hive following it's queen, the pack howled into the link, Submit!
And he did five minutes later of silence and agony, my brute force upon him leaving him no other choice. He went limp under me, allowing his submission to be clear enough to my wolf.
