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 30 - Palace
I could get a gist of the bewitching features of the young man that stuck to me nothing but the impression of astonishing beauty. His long, silver hair wafted around his tall figure like a white flame. A thin, white robe was loosely hanging from his delicate yet masculine shoulders, matching the depth of his winter gray eyes. His face was like the moon, pale and exhausted.
"A vampire?" the words escaped his lips before I fell on the sand, losing my consciousness.
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When I opened my eyes, a familiar ceiling appeared before my eyes. I looked around, realizing that I was in my bed-chamber. Everything that happened the night before seemed unreal in the lovely morning rays entering through the massive windows.
However, the discomfort and exhaustion from running washed away all the perplexities. I got up hastily, staring at my wrists. The bruises from the cuffs were fading slowly. Cassius failed to catch me without any doubt. My face became bitter thinking about him.