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.
Cassius fell to the ground, panting heavily. He was still holding his cheek in disbelief. The impact of the slap on his face not even moments ago might have been too hard for him though I did not use even half of my power.
It was rare for an alpha wolf to get punished by someone apart from his master unwillingly. The delicate, somewhat fragile vampire princess Lady Evelyn thought she could monopolize as she pleased came out as a pandora's box for her butler.
I kneeled beside the perplexed alpha and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look into my eyes. He struggled under my control but shortly gave up getting entangled in my web. He forgot how to move as I took possession of his mind.
I smirked at the bruise on his pretty face that did not heal by itself. Of course, it would not heal like his other wounds since I used my vampire strength. If I wanted, I could place an irreversible scar on his face. However, I did not want to ruin his face.