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?