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?

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[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.

The Vampire Luna

Xavier's hands abruptly reached for my bosom. He grabbed the uppermost button of my gown and opened it. I was puzzled by the sudden roughness. 


His slender, long fingers started to find their way from one button to the next. He stopped for a moment near my cleavage. 


His breath was getting heavier. I could feel the burning need in his uncoordinated actions. 


"L-Lord?" I asked hesitantly. "I said this last night as well. I am not prepared for this yet," I said, shoving his hand away from my chest. 


"Hm? But does that matter, My Lady? Aren't you upset because I still have a bond with my mate? " Xavier asked teasingly. 


I remained quiet for a moment. "My apologies, Lord Xavier. I should not have gotten concerned over something personal to the Lord. Please allow me to rest in my bed-chamber tonight," I said calmly, trying my best not to panic. 


"I can not, Lady Alessandra," Xavier rejected, chuckling, and seized my waist, drawing me closer. 


Chapter 11 - Warmth of the Night