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.
Xavier hesitated for a moment as Arendt didn't show any sign of fighting back. I was perplexed by his behavior as well. I had felt this before when Lady Evelyn attempted self-destruction.
Xavier seemed to be in a dilemma as he couldn't decide whether Arendt was planning something or not.
Shortly, a blood plant snaked around Xavier's wrist, preventing him from ripping Arendt's head off.
I turned to come face to face with Lord Cardis as his soldiers moved aside, halting the attacks.
"How long do I have to emphasize that I can't allow you to take Arendt's life?" Lord Cardis asked, clenching his fists as the blood plant pierced deep into Xavier's arm.
However, Arendt didn't move from there. He was kneeling, lowering his gaze as if he wanted his death.
"Arendt," Lord Cardis called him calmly. But Arendt didn't respond.
"Arendt, are you going to disobey your master?" Lord Cardis asked coldly.