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 23 - Conflict
The wrath in Xavier's voice made everyone tremble in fear. The elders glanced at each other. Fear was apparent in their faces.
Lord Lazark was quiet. Though he did not look intimidated like the others, his enthusiasm from earlier had disappeared. However, Lord Damian seemed unbothered. Perhaps, a bit entertained to some extent.
Xavier was boiling with anger. I could already see his hands clenched into fists. I was afraid that Xavier might lose his temper in the most unexpected way, which might allow the elders to bring him down.
"Which one of you commanded the guards?" Xavier asked coldly, emitting the deadliest aura. His forearms began to shift into sharp claws.
"My Lord," I called him in a tiny voice. I could not deny that I was terrified. I had seen him lose his temper before. But it was nothing like this.
"Lord Xavier, are you looking forward to creating trouble with the elders, the noblest subjects among the wolves and the former lords?" the first elder asked calmly.