Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

One exuded a luscious and deadly atmosphere, a queen in her own right, while the other, a cute and pretty little princess, seemed to radiate innocence like a delicate flower in a protected garden.

"Anya, these are the kind of people you should never give respect to. Filthy dogs, nothing but flea-mongering animals that love to show off for their master."

"Ah... big sister, can you not be so cruel? It's not their fault they are bald and look ragged..."

"What?!" One of the younger wolves shouted, stepping forward, unable to handle the usual banter between a werewolf and a vampire.

A pair of races that has rivalled and fought for supremacy for thousands if not millions of years since they were born from the primordial union of their original ancestors and gods.

There was a significant reason that the oldest clans and families were more powerful because their bloodline came from the youngest and earliest union of monsters and beasts which formed the first Lycans and bloodwalkers, known now as werewolves and vampires.

"Do you have a death wish!" Another male with no hair stepped forward; the guards, apart from the lead with the scar across his face, were all similar.

Though not because they wish for it, they were a peculiar type of werewolf that was born different from those like the older guard.

A race that was devoted to serving the Lycans, which were born from wild dogs and monsters coming together to create them; some called them daywalkers or bloodhounds.

However, the first lord of Fenrir made them shave their heads in human form, maybe to imitate the humans who shaved to prevent lice or entered the church.

Nobody alive remembered when or why they began to shave their heads, and it was only those who reached a special level that could grow hair and needed to be accepted by the Alpha of the clan.

The man with the scar kept his hair shaved as a sign of his devotion.

"Know your place, little poodle." The moment he lunged forward, her right hand flicked out, and without even focusing on the wolf, his body was wrapped in hundreds of bloody rose vines and pulled to the ground, no matter how hard he struggled.

"Urgh.... agh....you!"

"Calm down, Sulley. Miss Tepes, can you please avoid aggressive actions? Although there is a pact between our families... We also have pride!" The blade male stepped forward, his aura exploding as he growled at the princess.

"My name is Selene. Anyway, I must go through because my future husband is inside that house."

'I really don't like the fucking sound of that....' He thought to himself—looking at the enchanted parchment, he began to feel a sense of vertigo. 'Didn't the young miss also just forge one of these contracts after that 'incident' with the young lord?'

Yes, both Nikita and Selena went to their parents after thinking. Selene because she wanted to torment him, and hers was more of a contractual engagement document that she would use to avoid proposals and had a time limit of one year.

In return, she would pay Nikolai ten million a month to protect and act as her fiance. Then, on successful completion, she would help him and whatever business he created.

The reason she made such a high stake contract?

'I cannot let my parents know that I have become a man's squire... That it is Me, not Nikolai, who is the servant... Luckily, it seems that he doesn't realise that neither of us can order each other, but I am sure that I became more powerful the moment we shared blood, and each time we did, I grew more. However, there is something strange about my blood...

it's becoming purer, and the impurities are decreasing.'

She looked at the man before her with a nervous face hidden by a mask of confidence. She told her sister, Anya, because she mentioned the same. Upon being awakened by Nikolai, Anya could now use two types of blood art!

'I won't bind him forever... However, I want to become stronger, able to defend myself and avoid being forced to marry others. Thankfully, my mother accepted the engagement, thinking it was legitimate, but I must do this! For my family and myself.'

"I believe your name was Lucas, right?"

"Yes, Princess Selene, I am Lucas, the right hand of Fenrir."

Selene knew Nikolai could still reject her contract, and she feared causing too much of a commotion, but she also felt terrified he might choose Nikita and then leave her side, making her future become dark.

She could not go against the elders even if her father and two mothers supported her. They had their agenda, and while they respected Selene, they could not show favouritism, especially due to how long she kept them waiting.

"Lucas, my future husband, is inside that house. I apologise for the trouble, but can you take me to Nikolai? This might become an issue for our clans if not dealt with properly. If you do, I will make sure my parents will not cause trouble for your family's lands and businesses."

The man nodded. He did not wish to cause trouble either.

However, his loyalty was split.

Lucas wanted to send her away because of the lady showing them such a radiant face for the first time. Yet he knew if they fought both the Hati clan and the Tepes clan, it would be over for them.

'I cannot handle these matters. They are above me. Though letting her in might result in my punishment.'

"Okay. Please wait a minute. I will inform the master and mistress."

As the guard vanished into the house, the pair waited patiently, the blonde-haired woman's eyes gleaming as she stared at the house. Selene felt a little irritated, but she forced herself to hold it in, ignoring the sly comments of the werewolves and dogs that formed around the walls, with some of them clearly degrading her.

Meanwhile, Anya was petting a small dog with black fur, its cute golden eyes and tail wagging as she rubbed its chin.

"Hehe~ you're so cute and beautiful—look at that silky fur and your lovely eyes."

Because Anya wasn't awakened, she spent most of her life normally, and this included enjoying the life of a mortal, so dogs and cats became something she longed for, always feeding them and petting them in the store when possible.

She once tried to keep a pet cat, but sadly, her father threatened her to get rid of it. Well, little did she know it was still living at the mansion, now with glossy fur and a super fat belly due to how much Vlad spoiled his daughter's pet, given the name Cynthia.

However... this was no ordinary dog!

"Ah?! It's the youngest lady! Please be careful, young miss—the lady hasn't learned to return to her human form!"

A female werewolf with black hair and red eyes rushed out of the mansion carrying what seemed to be a backpack for childcare or, in this case, puppy care.

"Oh? She's that white girl's sister, how cute~ hehe, they seem so different."

The black wolf cub, which inherited the Okami clan's bloodline, rubbed her face against Anya's hand while chewing on her palm with soft bites.

"Bite as much as you like. You are so cuuute!" Anya was clueless about how the families treated each other. She lacked the desire to judge them. Maybe because of the blood of Nikolai, but she just couldn't bring herself to become an elitist about being a vampire.

"Look, sister, she is so adorable and soft!"

"woo~"

"So cute!"

While Anya was having a good time playing, the elder guard and his mate exited the house, their eyes glistening with a cold glaze as they stared at the royal princess now toying with the little princess wolf. He couldn't help but see the difference between the two as she let his second young lady ride on her shoulder.

"Anya... what are you doing?" Selene asked, looking at the small wolf curled around Anya's neck, with the poor werewolf maid looking panicked.

"So, Lucas, forget this foolish sister of mine. Can we enter?"

It seemed the meeting between the two princesses and the clashing of a werewolf and vampire family over one man would happen for the first time in history.