The Blood Moon Wolf Queen and the Vampire Count

At the Blood Moon Pack’s ball, with the entire noble class watching, the Moon Goddess chose me, Isabella, as the destined mate of Kane, the Alpha King.

But he tore up the bond in front of everyone, his gaze ice-cold. “A wolfless half-blood like you thinks she belongs at my side?”

The backlash left me in agony, barely clinging to life. They threw me into the blood-red wasteland, where survival was all but impossible. I thought that was the end, until I awakened a long-lost Silver Moon healing power beneath a vampire’s fangs.

Count Leo, a vampire, knelt before me, his pale fingertips brushing my wounds. “Heal me once, and my immortal legion will fight for you. We’ll help you uncover every filthy secret the werewolf nobility has buried.”

When I returned with my new power, Kane came chasing after me, eyes bloodshot, humbly begging for forgiveness. But I was no longer the half-blood girl they could bully and make scrub the nobles’ underwear.

I exposed the truth behind the werewolves’ “blood rot,” tore away the facade of pureblood nobles marrying their own kin, rescued my aunt, imprisoned in an attic for a century, and took revenge step by step on the people who framed my father.

I wasn’t healing wounds, but centuries-old political festering sores. I didn’t want the Alpha King to come crawling back. I wanted to overthrow the entire rotten aristocracy. From wolfless half-blood to Queen of the Werewolves, I fought my way to the top against all odds!