Present day...
Alexander.
A curse. That’s what I was. I was a walking curse who was bound to bring pain and havoc to his beloved. Every bad thing that happened to her is because of me and my selfishness. ‘I shouldn’t have gone after her,' I thought in agony.
My mind had been in a state of constant turmoil ever since Rosaria fainted in my secret room. She failed to regain consciousness and had been in a coma for two weeks. I had done everything I could, I even went as far as hiring some specialists from the human race, therefore, breaking my own rules of humans not being allowed on werewolf territory. But they all couldn’t find anything wrong with her. I felt lost and helpless, coupled with a sense of fear. The fear of losing her again, the fear of watching her die in my arms all over a
