The Vampire Luna
Vampires and werewolves have been at war for centuries. In an attempt to make peace, Alessandra, the vampire princess, is wed to the Alpha Emperor of the werewolves, Xavier. All her life, Alessandra has grown up learning that the werewolves are barbaric in nature, a far cry from the elegant vampires. What happens, though, when Alessandra realizes that this is far from the truth? Their relationship starts off rocky with misunderstandings about each other, but through time, a bond slowly builds as they encounter and overcome obstacles together as king and queen, alpha and luna, husband and wife! When a cult started by an ancient vampire attempts to sow discord between two kingdoms, can Alessandra and Xavier maintain peace between both races? Or will their kingdoms fall into war and ruin, dragging their budding love down with it? — [Excerpt] When the guards declared the groom's entrance, everyone's attention turned to the door. I felt a hammer on my chest. Here comes the barbarian, I thought. I was looking away, lowering my gaze. The man entered the wedding hall. I felt like my intestine would come out of my mouth. The sudden gulps of the guests were not going unnoticed in my ears. What caused the guests to respond like that? Was the man that hideous? I lost my zeal to look at him. With a heavy heart, I kept looking away until he stood in front of me. Slowly, I glanced at the man standing in front of me. My heart was pounding so hard that I felt like it would burst. I gasped. There was no way he was the alpha lord and the groom of tonight's wedding. The phenomenally handsome man from earlier was standing right in front of me. Up close, he was multiple times more attractive. Barbaric man? Who? He was radiating such royal energy that even the noblest vampires were intimidated when he entered. My husband-to-be.
Chapter 57 -- Rogue Town
"Let go of me," I cried out, struggling as Lord Cardis brought me back to the palace. I fell against the massive wooden door, continuing to hit the surface, demanding to open it.
"Cut it," Arendt said from the other side of the door. "If you wish to leave, sit back in the room quietly and wait for my return," he said, almost whispering.
I paused hearing that. There was no way that a machiavellian butler would betray Lord Cardis and let me leave. However, protesting was not going to change my situation either. Hence, I decided to wait for his call.
To my surprise, Arendt did not lie. In the evening, I heard a light knock at my door.
"The door is locked from the outside. Why the heck are you knocking?" I asked flatly.
I heard a click and the door unlocked shortly. Arendt was waiting outside calmly.
"What made you betray your Lord after thousands of years?" I asked, staring at him skeptically. "Or perhaps you planned to avenge your near death from earlier?" I asked.