Blood Oath: The Alpha and The Vampire Princess

“It reeks of dogs again.” Arce muttered under her breath, wrinkling her nose as she leaned forward in her seat. Beside her, the Vampire King—her father—sat with the same serious face he always wore.Happening right in front of them was the Bloodmoon Duel.For centuries, vampires and werewolves have fought for dominion over the human world. This endless struggle, later known as the Clash of Fangs, drew the attention of humans, who soon prepared to wipe both races out. Banished into the underworld, the two clans had no choice but to make an agreement.In the end, the elders agreed on one rule: only one clan could rise to the human world each year to feast, so as not to disturb the balance. Thus, the Bloodmoon Duel was born—a battle that would decide which race claimed that right. At least, that was the tale told among Vampires.For half a century now, the vampires had suffered nothing but defeat. Each year, each battle, each clash against the wolves ended in humiliation.To Arce, who was

Arce“I must apologize for the arrangement,” Orion said, his voice smoother than I expected. “Both the Alpha and Beta were occupied with urgent matters to prepare for your arrival.”“Preparing?” I repeated with a dry laugh. “That is what you call it? How utterly predictable. Breaking every tradition, spitting on every rule, and still, you can’t even welcome me properly. Tell me, is your Alpha always this… unprepared? Or is this incompetence reserved for special occasions?”I tried to restrain myself from laughing, though it was difficult with the way Orion’s anger practically radiated off him. It was almost comical, if I squinted, I could imagine steam curling above his head like a boiling kettle.Werewolves were infamous for their tempers, and he was barely holding himself together. The only reason he hadn’t snapped yet was out of reverence for his Alpha, the same Alpha who had so generously handed the vampires a Bloodmoon Duel victory just to claim me.When he didn’t speak, though h

Arce I froze, eyes snapping toward him, my hands instinctively shooting up to grab both his shoulders. I shook him lightly, abandoning the carefully crafted mask of the untouchable princess for one raw second. “What do you mean required there?”The words clawed at my throat. We both knew what it meant. To be required in a man’s bedroom meant only one thing, and it was something I had no experience in.“Sex, of course, princess. I imagine vampires are more than knowledgeable in that area… even a Bloodling like you.” His tone was casual, mocking, as he gently pried my hands off his shoulders.Damn it. I hadn’t even realized I’d touched a dog on my own.“Whatever do you mean?” I shot back, my voice sharp, though the words tumbled out faster than I’d planned. “You mutts are the ones always in heat. Clearly, you’d know more in that area. Fuck.”The curse slipped past my lips before I could stop it. Again, not the image of the untouchable princess I wanted to uphold.“You are indeed still

ArceI hated these mutts with every fiber of my being, and yet someone thought it amusing to play a prank on me. Fine. I would deal with him myself—Lord Hades. Though I wasn’t sure how just yet.But first, I had an Alpha to pursuade.“There’s no way I’ll cower after what happened last night,” I muttered as I stepped out of my room.“What happened last night?” a woman’s voice cut in from behind me.I turned to see the other dog from dinner, her brows lifted in feigned innocence.“Don’t tell me it was about the meat?” she asked sweetly. “If it upset you, I would like to apologize.”“Who are you to apologize?” I spat, crossing my arms and lifting an eyebrow like a blade.She chuckled, a high little sound that only made my skin prickle. Then she tapped my shoulder as if we were old friends. I stared at the touch for a beat, then shot her a cold look. How dare she.“You should loosen up,” she said, laughing again, the note in her voice tinkling at my last nerve. “I thought vampires were ca