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Moon Lovers: Bound by Blood and Revenge

**[Warning: Mature Content R18+ (COMPLETED) ]** She is not a weak nor submissive type of woman. She is Dominant! A female alpha, the rarest of her kind, who could match up the strength of the most powerful creature, the Vampire King. As the war between the two races continues, the Alpha Princess falls for the Vampire King. Their fated bond will be tested by their past and origins. Will the two be able to break the loop of revenge and hatred between their clans? Bound by blood and revenge, can love set them free? ***** Excerpt: "You. Are. Not. Going. Anywhere!" His scarlet eyes settled on her face, blazing in a raging fury. "No way! You just want me for your revenge," she responded mockingly while meeting his intense gaze. "Just leave me alone!" In a flash, he closed their gaps, pushing her down on the bed while trapping her in his arms. "I can't... because my kind of revenge means... Trapping you here…" he brought her hand into his chest, pointing to his heart. "and by enslaving you here… in my bed," his mouth moved over hers in a sensuous exploration, traveling down her throat to her neck. His hand was already caressing her soft flesh. "I will get what I want by making you mine!" Before she could complain, a ripping sound was heard as he tore her clothes apart. ============ The artwork/illustration/photo on the cover is an AI generated by the Author

ellezar_g · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
344 Chs

"I Hate Werewolves... But..."

A few minutes later…

Marceline was leaning on the car trunk as he waited for Dylan to wear proper clothes. He was naked after transforming back to his human form and Marceline was giving him his private space, not looking in his direction.

Fortunately, they found a jacket inside the car which Lyca stole from someone. After putting some clothes on, Dylan hesitated to go near Marceline. He was in a mess. He smelled blood… blood of those vampires he attacked.

He didn't mean for Marceline to see him like this. He suddenly felt guilty for showing his monstrous self before Marceline's eyes.

'Does she hate me now? Did she get frightened by my aggressive behavior a while ago? I couldn't help it. I lost control of myself.' Dylan lowered his gaze, watching the bloodstain in his arms.

'If you felt sorry, then go and apologize to her,' Lanlan said to Dylan, urging him to come and talk to Marceline.