“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 looked around the room, wondering whether he needed to be wary of something. It had become a habit for him and his beta to check the rooms before any of their pack members went in, but now that it was just them, Xander had to do it. 


They weren't sure what they expected, but the sight that greeted them wasn't really it. The infirmary room smelled like a deposit box for medicine. It wasn't someplace anyone would want to be, least of all, them as werewolves who never really got sick. 


The infirmary was disturbing at first because what the hell were the humans ever surviving on? This kind of stuff was terrible. 


"Goddess, this place smells like a medical sewer," Elijah whined, as Xander just looked at him, trying to hold back his laughter. He knew if he laughed, he would have to inhale more of the stench in here, and frankly, he wasn't up for it. 


Sorcery At It's Best