“But he—”

“Patience, Tati,” Zhuri cooed. “All in good time. You know it yourself,” she reminded, “you’ve waited for centuries. What’s another night more?” 

***

For centuries, Tatiana has watched the love of her life die and be born again. Each time, their love would be cut short by the ravages of time. However, time was never something that could dull her love for him. 

If need be, she would spend her entire immortal life looking for the man she loves. However, what will happen to that love when he is reborn as a werewolf— the natural enemy to her vampirism?

Bound by destiny yet cursed by society, Tatiana must convince the love of her life, Xander, that their love is stronger than centuries of war and hatred. But in a world where wolves and vampires hate each other, in a world where their union is an anomaly, will she choose love or will she give up? 

Will she fight for her love, or will she let destiny’s curse prevail again?

***
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"What did you do to them, vampire?" Xander said disgustedly. 

Gritting her teeth, Tatiana wondered how she hadn’t heard nor smelled him entering her house. She should’ve. After all, her senses weren’t that much worse than a werewolf’s. Furthermore, it was Xander of all people. Tatiana could recognize his scent anywhere.

"What's wrong with you?” Tatiana asked angrily as she struggled under Xavier. “Do you now break and enter strangers’ houses just to assault them in your free time?” 

"I said,” Xander growled. “What. Did. You. Do to my wolves?"

The Alpha's Cursed Destiny

Xander was about to banter with Tatiana when Karishma cut them short, answering Xander's question, which had somehow almost been forgotten in the heat of the moment. Maybe she could remind them of their sanity before she lost her own. 


"No, no. Oh, dear. Sorry, Tatiana, I've been ambushing you with new faces today. But Xander and Elijah here are not visitors, and they always come to volunteer during the weekends," Karishma said, smiling too hard at Tatiana and Alistair. 


Karishma didn't know what to do, and she was worried about the donor not funding their center anymore. That would be the cruelest thing ever done to the children by this particular set of volunteers. 


Alistair knew Karishma was scared of him. He knew the receptionist was willing to do anything he said, but he wanted to thank her for being such a kind woman for the first time since he came here. 


Ambushed, Again