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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.

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Chapter 49 -- Lake

I got captured in the worst possible way. Lord Cardis said he would let me go to the royal palace to meet my father. However, to get that opportunity, he had ridiculous demands I needed to fulfill.

Arendt knocked at my door. My blood boiled just by his existence. Shortly, he entered.

"Why bother to knock when you are going to enter, even if I say no?" I asked bitterly.

Arendt asked a new set of maids to enter the room. The maids entered the room with a gorgeous ash blue gown on a mannequin. Butterflies were designed near the chest and waist.

I had never seen such a beautiful gown before. Makeup, dresses, and ornaments were the last things in the world that I cared about.

"Wear this and come by the lake, Lady Alessandra. My Lord wishes to go boat riding with you," Arendt said.

"You!" I stared at Arendt coldly. "Do you think I am ten years old? Why are you treating me like one?" I asked.