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.
Arendt continued to unbutton my dress. When he opened the third button near my chest, I came to my senses and shoved him with force.
"Get away from me," I yelled. "You are a murderer!"
"Aren't you the same, My Lady?" Arendt asked coldly.
"What?" I asked, dumbfounded.
"If you had cooperated from the beginning, they wouldn't lose their heads," he said while soaking the wipe in the warm water.
He continued to clean me. "Why are you acting so disobediently? Did I not assure you that the Lord will answer your every question?" he asked gently.
"How can I believe his words when his butler is a murderer?" I asked in a tiny voice.
I grabbed his wrist and shoved it away. "I will wash myself. Get lost," I ordered him calmly.
I thought he would force me. But he left the room quietly. I stared at the gown he had brought for me. I realized my kingdom was nowhere near alright if not in grievous danger.