A vampire mated to a monster hunter. Fickle Fates or a cursed union?
For centuries, humans have provided me with blood and sex, no more.
But now I'm mated with a human. A Van Helsing.
My one chance to build a family, and Fate paired me with the offspring of a genocidal clan.
Not so long ago, the Van Helsings hunted my kind, murdering all in their path whether we sipped or gorged on our prey.
And I was expected to mate with the spawn of these murderers or have my line die out.
An almost impossible choice.
A reluctant monster-hunting human and a human-hating vampire are matched by Fate. Can they overcome the past to discover a deeper bond?