Luna: Rebirth of Golden Tiara

Close rivals, werewolves and vampires, intruded into human society. They demarcated their domains, engaging in a brutal competition for strength and power. A fierce battle, between two formidable gangs, once erupted in the forest, but neither side emerged victorious; both commanders perished. Today, the Great Alpha's successor would be proclaimed. High-ranking werewolves lined up, eager to pay their respects. Lunas from different tribes, adorned in shimmering finery, awaited his arrival, their eyes sparkling with anticipation. Tonight, he would reveal his wife.

"We arrived a little late, but do they dare think they have a chance against you? Look at those morons, my daughter," a voice boomed.

The door swung open, revealing Katherine, daughter of the Bravo leader and the most ideal choice for the next Alpha's wife. "Those low-lives need to learn their place. The queen has already been decided; only the official announcement remains." Her voice dripped with disdain.

The new Alpha's declaration celebration caused chaos elsewhere. His right-hand man dispatched a gamma team to find him.

Apollo was the fifth Alpha of the Lotus tribe. The Great Alpha had ruled for millennia on the Wide Lawn at the Mountain of Great Britain, until someone more fitting, someone prophesied, was discovered.

Apollo's great-grandfather reigned for a thousand years. Then Apollo was born, possessing dark powers surpassing all others-powers that kept others at bay. His reign was fated to be marked by the vampires' scarcity.

Unknown to all, Apollo found love with Carmella, the only one who could pierce his darkness. She belonged to a powerful vampire clan, ruled by the Vampire King Hades. Born with golden fangs, she was authentically chosen by the vampire world council.

When Apollo reached their meeting place, he found Carmella gazing at the lake, oblivious to his presence. He approached silently, embracing her from behind.

"Happy Anniversary, my Alpha!" she smiled, leaning her head back. He kissed the nape of her neck, his touch tender.

He extended his hand.

"What?" she raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her lips.

"My anniversary present? Where is it?" She took his hand, guiding it to her belly.

He frowned. "This... is that..."

She nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

"I love you," he whispered, lifting her into his arms and spinning her gently. "Thank you, this is the best gift ever." Slowly setting her down, he kissed her, a tender, loving kiss that spoke volumes.

His happiness was short-lived. Footsteps echoed in the distance. "Damn!" he swore under his breath.

"Your soldiers have arrived, my Alpha," she said, a bitter smile playing on her lips.

"I've discussed the proposal with the Great Alpha. We won't have to sneak around anymore. Very soon, I'll make you my queen. You, me, and our child-we'll live happily, like any other family. I will end this war," he promised, his voice filled with determination.

"Is it really possible? Thousands of years of enmity... can we erase it? I'm scared. Will we be hunted down like others who dared to love across clans?" she whispered, her voice laced with apprehension.

He looked into her eyes, his gaze unwavering. "We'll bring the change. I am the Alpha, and you're my queen, my soul. We'll make our dream a reality. Werewolves and vampires, both clans, will unite again, just like in ancient times. I promise."

"I'll be waiting," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The dark forest echoed with countless footsteps. The chase was long, relentless. "Disperse and find them!" the Beta General commanded, his voice raw with urgency.

"We don't follow your orders," one werewolf growled, defiance in his tone.

"There's no time to complain! We must find them!" another growled, his eyes burning with a fierce determination.

Groups were formed, sent in different directions, their movements swift and silent.

"Stop," one werewolf commanded, transforming into his human form. "Ignore them and focus on finding that bitch. It's all because of her, Alpha displaced my daughter. Find her and kill her, along with her child!" His voice was filled with venomous hatred.

Carmella ran, her breath ragged, her body weakened by childbirth. She couldn't outrun the Beta and Gamma werewolves hot on her heels. She hid behind a large stone, gently placing her newborn baby on the ground. "Be a good girl and wait here. Mommy will come for you," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Her golden fangs emerged, glinting menacingly in the dim light. She lunged, biting, tearing her enemies apart. Several Beta werewolves surrounded her, their howls echoing through the forest. "Damn, they're near! There are too many of them!" she thought, panic rising in her chest. Suddenly, a large golden werewolf tackled her. Just as she was about to be bitten, a powerful force flung the werewolves away.

"Apollo!" she cried out, her voice filled with relief. Only he possessed the power to do that, to throw them off without even touching them.

"Sorry, I'm late," his voice echoed in her mind.

"Why are you here? I thought you were at the proclamation?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion.

"Hide somewhere safe. I'll handle them," he replied, his voice firm and resolute.

"Come back to us safe," she whispered, dashing back to her child.

"Daddy will come to us soon," she kissed her baby, holding her close, her heart pounding with fear and love.

"Carmella!" she heard her mate's voice, a familiar comfort in the midst of chaos.

"We're here, Apollo," she called out, her voice strained but steady.

"Let's get out of here," he said weakly, collapsing to the ground. His face was pale, his wounds gaping, his body wracked with pain.

"Apollo?!" she cried out, her eyes widening in horror. She had never seen him so vulnerable.

"They injected me with something," he winced, his voice barely a whisper.

A werewolf appeared, kneeling before his Alpha.

"Listen, Carmella," Apollo said weakly, his voice strained. "He'll take you somewhere safe, where our clan can't reach you and our baby."

"I'm not leaving you behind!" she shouted, tears streaming down her face. "I'm not!"

"I'm the next Mighty Alpha, remember?" He cupped her cheeks, his forehead resting against hers. "Please, listen to me, just this once."

"Fine, we'll send our child with him, but I'm staying with you, fighting with you. I won't give up our love," she declared, her voice filled with fierce determination.

"You know that's not possible. She won't survive alone. She has tremendous powers, and she'll need you to guide her. Our daughter is prophesied, destined to end this war," Apollo argued, his voice laced with desperation.

He gently took their daughter in his arms, finally able to gaze upon her face. "My princess!" He planted a soft kiss on her forehead. "She'll do what we couldn't," he whispered, his gaze meeting Carmella's. Their daughter was the child of prophecy, destined to unite the two clans, destined to rule.

Handing their daughter to his mother, he fought back tears. "Now go," he said, turning his back, his voice thick with emotion. "After this ends, I swear I'll come back to you." He kissed away her tears.

"Promise me," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

"I promise," he sealed it with a kiss on her lips.

"Now go!!!!!" he shouted, his voice filled with a desperate plea.