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.
After selling his soul to the ancient vampire Lord, Prince Edrik got abilities from the vampire Lord. His powers had increased a few more folds than earlier.
Prince Edrik already possessed an alpha wolf. On top of that, he was capable of using the vampire abilities. I felt Prince Edrik was far ahead of my league. Hence, when he forced me to go with him further deep into the village, I failed to protest.
Edrik's grip was so strong that it left bruises on my arms. In a tiny cottage, he left me with a few rogue females. I noticed they had dressed differently.
The elegance that the general wolves possessed was nowhere near these people. They purposely had numerous cut marks, almost in a pattern, all over their bodies.
The women did not appear friendly at all. Their gaze was piercing, and they didn't care about any etiquette either. They grabbed my arms and almost shoved me into the bathtub.