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.
I came out of Xavier's bed chamber hastily. I did not want him to panic. However, the voices inside my head and Lady Athanasia's past memory had already started building webs of uneasiness inside my mind. Finally, my hair turning silver had pushed me to my limit already.
I exhaled deeply, standing on the balcony. Even if Lady Athanasia was attempting to conquer my body, only part of her soul was within me. It was still weak.
"There must be a way to stop this transformation," I mumbled worriedly. I clenched the knife I had taken with me before leaving Xavier's bed chamber.
Then, I placed it on my hair, which had already turned silver. I attempted to cut my hair when someone grabbed my wrist tightly. I immediately turned and came face to face with Arendt.
"What are you doing?" Arendt asked calmly. His grip didn't loosen a bit on my wrist.
"What do you think you are doing?" I asked him coldly.