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.
"Greetings to the Lord and the Lady," the young wizard said, bowing.
I was startled, wondering how he found out I was the Lady. Adonis certainly was not dumb enough to reveal my identity to a wizard.
Then my eyes fell on the map over the table. I turned to Xavier flatly only to find out his ripped shirt. My face flushed. Anyone could read what was going on here earlier.
"Lady Alessandra, it's late. You should return to the palace. I will ask Allen to escort you," Xavier said.
I violently shook my head, declining. "I can return alone, My Lord," I said, turning red as a beet. I did not want more people to think weird stuff.
"I can not allow you to—" Xavier couldn't finish his words as I sent him a burning glare, pouting.
Xavier probably realized why I was mad. He did not force me further, chuckling.
I came out of the room. I cursed myself as I came here to ask about the attacks. Instead, I was swayed by Xavier again. I bit my lower lip and paused outside the door.