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Fated To Them: A Dark Paranormal Romance

After losing her parents, Eliana is forced to return to a hometown she barely remembers. Her life takes a dangerous turn when she encounters a mysterious vampire and a protective werewolf. Drawn into a world of ancient bloodlines and supernatural secrets, she discovers she is the fated mate to both powerful beings. Now, Eliana must navigate a treacherous path of desire and peril as she becomes the center of a dark, supernatural war.
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Chapter 1

Cyrus Colten

I’m staring out the passenger side window, watching the unknowing humans going about their boring lives as we drive to work. We own the biggest tech company in the country and work alongside humans, yet I can’t tolerate them. I sneer as I watch them, disgusted; I hardly remember what it felt like to be human, nor do I want to be that weak again.

Revolting things, humans. I’ve always hated this part of our job, hated that I had to tolerate these disgusting beings. I only have to tolerate them for a few meetings, I try to remind myself. Usually, I send Eli. He is better at dealing with humans than me, and he doesn’t crave their blood, nor does he have a hunger for their deaths and the urges I have.

Eli is a Lycan. Before meeting me, he had his own pack, but I couldn’t handle being around them. Too much for my bloodlust, an insatiable hunger, enough to send one mad. Yet here I am, about to get out of the car and entertain a bunch of morons. The things you do for your mate… Though he did sacrifice his entire pack to remain with me so I could do this for him.

“Will you stop fidgeting and working yourself up?” Eli says to me as he pulls onto the main street, heading toward work.

I growl at him. He doesn’t have to put up with their blood calling to him. Doesn’t have to put up with hearing the chatter in their heads as I do.

“Seriously, stop, Cyrus. You can’t go in there in a bad mood. The last thing I need right now is to try to cover up that you killed an employee again. Remember the drama last time?”

I sigh, trying to calm my nerves.

The traffic is horrendous today when suddenly, a little red car cuts us off before jamming on the brakes, making Eli rip up the handbrake to stop in time before rear-ending the idiot. Eli honks the horn, holding his hand on it, muttering under his breath. When suddenly, the window winds down, and the human in front then has the audacity to flip us off for honking the horn, and she cuts us off.

How dare she?! I growl, reaching for the door handle, wanting to teach this woman some manners.

Eli grabs my arm and shakes his head, the little car zipping off and weaving in and out of traffic, more cars honking at her as she races to her destination. Eli also moves over a lane when I notice the car pull into the very parking lot we are going to, the staff parking lot. Hmm, I will enjoy making her cry for her rudeness.

“Hmm, interesting. I wonder which of our employees just cut and flipped us off,” Eli chuckles.

I smirk, knowing her day will get a lot worse once Eli unleashes on this inconsiderate woman. Eli parks, and I notice the little red car rush toward the back while we take our reserved parking spot near the elevator. Our usual elevator is broken, so I dread using the main elevator to bring us to the foyer instead of our office floor.

Getting out of the car, I head in the direction I’ve seen the woman’s car go.

“Cyrus, leave it. We can check the cameras and find out who the woman is,” Eli says.

I growl but follow after him. Yes, he is right. Making her come to us will put the fear of God into her. I chuckle at the thought. We are rarely here, but no one likes to cross our paths.

I head to the elevator, Eli by my side as I step inside, fixing his gray suit jacket. I can smell the leftover scents of people’s perfumes and their sweat. My nose is burning as I try not to inhale the foul odors. Eli presses the button, but before the doors close, I hear someone running. I smile, knowing it has to be the woman who cut us off. A growl escapes me, and I am about to stop the doors from closing, intending to teach her a lesson she will never forget, when a hand catches the door. I am hit with her scent, my entire body going tense as the pretty little thing steps into the elevator, unaware she is being watched by two predators in the midst of losing control.

She is on the phone barefoot and clearly in a hurry, as she doesn’t even look up. I am glad she doesn’t because her scent overwhelms me, and I can feel my eyes changing. My gums are tingling, and I watch as she tries to put her shoes on, completely unaware she has her ass pressed against my front as she bends over, slipping her heels on, my cock twitching in my pants. I fight the urge to groan and claim her.

“Mate,” I hear Eli whisper, too low for her to hear, my thoughts consumed with the pretty little thing within arm’s reach. Her chocolate brown hair falls over her shoulders as she struggles to do the clasp on her shoe and holds the phone to her ear.

I desperately want her to turn around, to see the woman who has enticed my senses and made my pants suddenly uncomfortable. She is completely oblivious to the struggle I am having behind her. Eli grabs my arm as I fight the urge to touch her, my eyes snapping to him standing on the other side of her.

She has no idea that her world is about to be turned upside down because she will not escape us. No, this woman will be ours whether she likes it or not. My hand moves on its own as I fight the urge to claim her. She jumps when my hand comes in contact with her soft, delicate skin. I feel like I am in a trance as I run my hand up her side, sparks rushing over my palm before she jerks away from my touch, a shriek leaving her plump lips. I know she can feel it. She stares at me and mutters an apology; her instincts will be telling her something is off with us. Humans just don’t understand why they feel that way when near us, and it is clear I’ve scared her by the thumping of her heart and the goosebumps on her arms. We are predators, and she’s just become our prey. I will devour her. She will be ours.

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