The Vampire Luna
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.
Chapter 12 - Blooming
The next morning, I was woken up by the luscious aroma of honey tea. I turned to my side. The bed was empty. The lord had left earlier, unlike the other day.
But his scent was still there on the bedsheet. I hugged the blanket, pulling it closer. The familiar fragrance of citrus blended with lotus was there. Remembering the previous night, my face turned red.
My eyes fell on Lydia, who was waiting by my bed with breakfast. She cleared her throat to express her presence. I was startled. I hastily got up shoving the blanket away.
"Ah, Lydia," I cleared my throat and said calmly. I was still embarrassed. I did not expect to get caught by maids in my most unladylike moments.
Lydia quietly added the warm water to the honey and lemon. Her cheeks were red. Who knew what concept she had gotten.