Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

In the café, Alpha Cyril was about to discuss with other members where to start looking for Hazel. They planned to search in four directions across the city, examining every place for Hazel’s traces.

“Viola, start from the south; there are fewer vampires there. With your combat skills, you should manage, but keep our claws in check, just in case,” Cyril said.

Despite his instructions, Cyril’s internal turmoil began to roar. Since moving to this city, he had smelled the scent of vampires every day, and it disgusted him. The nauseating odors filled his mind, triggering anger that tightened every muscle on his face, a visceral, instinctive response.

“That’s not a problem at all,” Viola replied, crossing her arms confidently.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

As Cyril assigned tasks to others, he suddenly felt immense pain. His body contorted, gripping his heart with agony, and his consciousness started to blur.

“Hazel…” Cyril called her name but found everything around him growing hazy. His connection with Hazel was weakening. In the blur, he saw Hazel standing next to Hawthorne.

“She’s there, standing next to that damn vampire,” Cyril’s consciousness gradually cleared. In its place, anger surged, and he keenly sensed Hazel’s inner turmoil and everything that cursed vampire had done to her.

He wanted to find that wench immediately, ravage her, making her understand who she truly belonged to.

Dividing into four routes, Viola headed south, scanning the crowd vigilantly, not wanting to miss any face.

Suddenly, she locked eyes with a pair and noticed a shadow. Shocked, she opened her mouth wide.

“Hazel!” she rushed down the alley, seeing the girl with flawless, fair skin and brown, slightly curly hair. It was undoubtedly Hazel!

“Viola?” Hazel, unwilling to face Hawthorne, wore a dark gray hat as she was about to go out for a meal. She hadn’t expected to see a familiar face.

“How did you end up here?” Her tone betrayed surprise.

“It doesn’t matter, Hazel. Do you know the pack is facing great danger now?” Viola was excited inside but kept calm. “Alpha Cyril brought us to find you. Let’s go home.”

“Go home? I bet you have some misunderstanding. Viola, I’ve left the pack.”

“So, you plan to be one of the undead?” Viola was displeased with Hazel’s indifferent reaction, and her anger quietly crawled up.

“I don’t belong to either side; I belong to myself,” Hazel helplessly said. “I don’t need to answer to anyone.”

“That’s impossible. War started because of you, and now you want to run away?” Viola was dissatisfied with Hazel’s attitude, transforming into a fighting stance.

Viola was a powerful she-wolf with a fierce and intense combat style. She had trained Hazel before and belonged to the offensive type. She threw a punch at Hazel, attempting to awaken her lycanthropic genes violently.

Facing the sudden attack, Hazel swiftly evaded Viola’s strike. She had never defeated this she-wolf before, but she recalled Claud’s advice during their training.

“Every opponent is different; you need to identify these differences, find their weaknesses.”

Hazel noticed Viola’s vulnerability-her short temper. The more impatient Viola became, the sloppier her fighting style, leaving her body vulnerable to impulsive attacks.

“Take her down before she moves,” Rita whispered in Hazel’s mind. After training with Claud, Hazel could now maintain contact with Rita even in her vampire-shifted state.

“Buddy, are you saying you want to fight?” Hazel was angered by Viola’s attack.

Her stomach tightened, and icy blood rushed through her veins. A voice in her mind murmured, like swirling black smoke.

“Shift your blood; I’ll assist you.”

The voice vanished once it reached Hazel’s mind. A wave of searing pain erupted from her ankle, and Hazel struggled to focus her attention. The burning sensation intensified, causing her intense agony.

She felt a surge of power within her, a primal and dark force, thick and sweet, with a hint of bitterness, much like chocolate.

Hazel’s speed suddenly soared. Viola noticed the change, her face contorting with fear, and she lunged at Hazel. A fierce battle erupted between them in the blink of an eye.

As wolf fur sprouted from Hazel’s body, her claws scraped violently across Viola’s chest. Her wolf form emerged abruptly, roaring at Viola.

After the attack, Viola bled profusely from her chest, anger filling her eyes as she tried to tear Hazel apart. She also shifted into a wolf.

The two wolves grappled, but Hazel clearly possessed greater strength. Her bite was forceful, each one latching onto Viola’s vital points, eliciting desperate howls. Viola’s strength waned, reaching a peak of despair. Her wolf charged at Hazel, baring its fangs.

However, Hazel was swift. Rita leaped forward, wrapping her body around Hazel and steering her away from Viola’s teeth. Hazel’s jaws clamped onto Viola’s neck, though not deep enough to kill her, only causing painful whimpers.

With her hind legs on the ground, Rita turned her head to the side, exerting all her strength to sling Viola into a tree. Unable to withstand the impact, Viola screamed.

The surrounding crowd, witnessing the sudden appearance of two wolves, held their breath. Fear gripped them as they realized the monstrous creatures in the city. Screams erupted, driven by both terror and curiosity. The onlookers, torn between fleeing and staying, seemed oblivious to the impending danger.

As the crowd started cheering for Hazel’s victory, adrenaline surged within her. Her fur sent chills through her body, and in her ruthless coldness, she became addicted to the slaughter. Her eyes turned crimson, and it seemed like she was about to bite Viola to death.

As she took a step forward, she felt an exceptionally heated gaze from the crowd.

“Hazel, stop,” a voice echoed in her mind, and her eyes locked onto a pair of golden eyes in the crowd, recalling the man’s words.

Hazel saw Cyril hidden among the people, which brought a sense of defeat. Her intuition told her this man had come for her, and she couldn’t divert her attention from these sensations.

Although Hazel defeated Viola, she had to quickly leave to evade Cyril. Her body seemed to scream at her, drawing her closer to the man, making it impossible to focus on anything else.