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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 75 - Demon

Arendt chased me into the woods. Though Arendt possessed an incredible pace, it still lacked, compared to mine.

I entered deep into the woods to get rid of Arendt. I succeeded in increasing the distance between us, but I failed to keep track of the path to return to the wolf realm.

"Am I lost?" I questioned myself. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to sense the scent of blood.

I could feel the war far away. I raked my fingers through my hair, getting annoyed. I should have just fought Arendt, I thought.

All my senses became cautious as the sound of light footsteps on dry leaves pierced through the air. Shortly, a few wolves appeared.

"Rogues," I muttered.

The wolves growled, baring their fangs at me. There was no alternative but to fight them. Unleashing my power would inform Arendt of my presence.