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I woke up in the daylight surrounded by beta werewolves and snarled as threateningly as I could, grabbing one of them by the leg and sinking my fangs into his calf. The others leaped back, grabbing the one I'd injured and pulling him to a safe distance as he screeched in pain. I forced myself to stand up.

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Big and dangerous that will no doubt have grave consequences for us all. Especially the one who has hired us all to this Facility. He is mad with a desire for eternal life. He has mages visit us sometimes to do different experiments on the Subject. What they do to him is beyond me. It sometimes appears back in its room with strange black markings on its body. After a few days though; the markings just disappear. This place fills me with dread, and I don’t know how much longer I can continue to work for these kinds of people. The work here greatly tests one’s faith in God.

But with it comes the putrid stink of death. Two dead are lurching toward us, the tall guy sporting only one arm, both seemingly missing lips. Their yellow, broken teeth chatter with their desperate need to eat. Torn and filthy clothes hang off their frail forms. Pasty, gaunt faces make their eyes look bigger. They are ugly things.

If there is someone who will be capable of protecting me against Alpha Dominic it is Casper. “Yes, I will run to Casper and tell him to marry me,” I grinned at the perfect plan and clapped, ready to set out with my perfect plan. The door burst open and I swerved around quickly. The jealous lady whom I had seen earlier walked in with an older woman. “Is she the weasel you talked about, Tilda?” the older woman waved her fingers towards me. “Yes, she is, Luna,” the lady whom I discovered is Tilda nodded, glaring at me like I was a weasel. Funny enough, that was what they called me.

He knows that she won't smile for him or because of him. He walked into the forest and saw dead body of the Vampire whom he killed last night. Augustus looked at the dead body and smirked. He was returning home last night with Valerina's stuff when Carl crossed his path. "Woah!... Is it really you or am I dreaming?" Carl chuckled when he saw Augustus with bags of human stuff. Augustus stopped and rolled his eyes, he doesn't want to dirty his hand and clothes by his blood. "Is this really a human stuff?... Do you have a human pet or something?.."

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

She howled, picking me up from the bench by my sore arm. “I don’t really have a choice here..” I shot back, trying to keep my tone very low. “You think you can change him? I have been here longer than anyone else and I will tell you the truth. You can’t stay here with that man!” I swallowed the lump in my throat and slowly pulled my hand away from hers, “why not?” I asked and she scoffed. “Jordan is cursed! There’s a beast living within him and he won’t tell you this because he wants to trap you here and drain the life out of you until you have absolutely nothing to live for!”

"My Prince, you are awake.. What happened, I heard a loud thud and I rushed in to see you sprawled on the floor.. Are you okay?" I stated at him and back at myself... I am cursed but I am different.. I have been cursed since I was an infant and my cure is a Sheba but I am different now because she is my cure and she has healed me. Sarafina. "I think I have my memories back, Khan" * * *

The next day in the AE office. Alaric took the newspaper to read as usual. His jaws clenched and he crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it into the dustbin. “Damn!” He cursed as he banged his fist on the table. It left a huge dent on the table but he was too riled up to bother about it. ‘Ding…’ His phone rang with a notification. He threw a cursory glance at his phone kept on the table.