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 36 - A Mess
I woke up in Xavier's arms the next day. It had been long since we cuddled together like this. The sweet aroma of Xavier's body filled the entire room. It was intoxicating.
I almost died of embarrassment, recalling how I clung to him shamelessly the previous night. I stared at the bruises all over his naked body. How could I do something so obscene?
I covered my face with my hands in embarrassment. I finally noticed that I was also naked under the blanket. I was almost on the verge of fainting. I blushed again, thinking how heavenly the night was.
As I tried to get up, Xavier pulled me closer. He was awake all the time. He opened his eyes and stared at me.
"Where are you running away?" he asked. I could not take my eyes off him. His messy hair over his face was ethereal.
"I should take a shower," I said in a tiny voice.
"Want to shower with me?" Xavier asked.
I hastily covered his face with the blanket. "Don't say such lewd things," I said.