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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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

Arendt gathered the army Lord Cardis had prepared himself to face the world. He then entered the tent, informing Lord Cardis that his troops were ready to attack. 


However, it was awkward inside the tent, as if Lord Cardis had already lost the zeal to prolong his life. If only he hadn't sworn to destroy the world. 


"Are you satisfied now? Is your life goal achieved now?" Lord Cardis asked flatly, staring at the bitterness on my face. 


My canines were stuck on his palm. I was afraid I would bite off the muscles of his hand if I attempted to get his hand out of my mouth. 


Arendt entered the room shortly. He forgot how to speak, looking at us. How embarrassing! I thought. 


"Will you let go of my hand?" Lord Cardis asked as I sent him a burning glare. "Indeed, a leech," he mumbled, cautiously freeing his hand from my bite. 


I barely sucked even a drop of his blood. What a waste of my reputation for nothing! I thought, scrunching my nose in disgust. 


Chapter 74 - Claw