Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

The air was filled with a mix of smoke and alcohol, and on the dance floor, people swayed their hips and moved to the deafening music. Dim lights made it difficult to discern everyone’s expressions.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

It was well past ten in the evening, but the bar was still packed.

Hazel and Eloise sat at the bar.

After receiving Elmer’s mindlink, both Hazel and Eloise were left in awe. They couldn’t believe that Elmer’s mate had truly returned.

Hazel could sense Elmer’s joy, so she accepted his invitation. After finishing their training, Carlotta and Viola accompanied her to the bar, although they chose to wait outside. Hazel didn’t insist on them joining.

“Hazel, I can’t wait to meet Elmer’s mate,” Eloise said loudly, her voice slightly raised due to the music’s influence.

“Me too,” Hazel replied, taking a sip of her cocktail. She was curious to see what Elmer’s mate was like.

“Why so slow, Marcus?” Marcus walked in from the entrance, noticing Hazel and Eloise sitting at the bar.

“Hey, you’re just too slow,” Eloise teased Marcus.

In the dim lights, today’s Marcus seemed rather charming. Maybe it was the effect of alcohol, Eloise thought.

Marcus chuckled and took a seat next to Eloise, ordering a whiskey.

“So, has our main character arrived yet?” Marcus smiled, also eager to see what Elmer’s mate was like.

Little did they expect Elmer to be the first among their group to find his mate. It was truly astonishing.

“Maybe they have more important matters to attend to,” Eloise giggled mischievously, her expression somewhat naughty.

“Come on, don’t be too much,” Hazel said, crossing her arms, leaning back in her chair. She didn’t want to admit it, but someone was watching her in the dimly lit bar.

“Ah, there they are,” Eloise hopped off her chair and waved to get Elmer and his mate’s attention.

Marcus and Hazel followed Eloise’s gaze.

Hazel didn’t want to admit it, but her memory was clear. The girl standing beside Elmer was the same one she had seen in the forest.

“Hazel, it’s her,” Rita’s words left Hazel silent.

“I know, Putnam’s accomplice,” Hazel replied to Rita.

“She’s Elmer’s mate,” Rita said, sounding somewhat downcast.

“This is a complicated situation,” Hazel could feel Rita’s disappointment. She understood what Rita meant. If this girl was Elmer’s mate, it would complicate things between her and Elmer.

“Hey, we’re late,” Elmer said, looking somewhat apologetic. “I’m treating tonight.”

“Elmer, you should introduce us,” Eloise cheered. She had been keeping an eye on Elmer’s mate and found that she looked great with Elmer. She was genuinely happy for him.

“This is my mate, Sheila,” Elmer said, holding Sheila’s hand.

“Sheila, I’m Eloise, nice to meet you,” Eloise smiled warmly, excited to welcome a new member.

“Hello, Eloise,” Sheila offered a friendly smile. In reality, she wasn’t fond of smiling. Too many things required Sheila to conceal her emotions. Yet, she was no longer Beta Sheila; she was Elmer’s mate. She wanted to integrate herself into Elmer’s circle of friends.

“Marcus,” Marcus offered a brief introduction. Sheila smiled in response.

“Sheila, hi, I’m Hazel,” Hazel spoke. She wasn’t sure if these incidents were connected. Hazel couldn’t ascertain if the girl staying with Elmer was part of a plot or was genuinely his mate. However, Hazel could sense the joy in Elmer’s eyes. As a friend, Hazel couldn’t disclose much more. She had concealed the incident with the girl in the forest. But she wouldn’t allow the girl to stay by Elmer’s side; she would find an opportunity to tell Cyril.

Sheila’s gaze lingered on Hazel. She was a very beautiful woman. Sheila was fully aware of who Hazel was. In Alpha Putnam’s office, she had seen Hazel’s picture. This resulted in an argument between Tania and Putnam, leading them to flee from the North to the South. Bessie was sent to assassinate Hazel, but it ended in Bessie’s death.

Sheila recalled the day of the attack on Fiona; her original task was to kill Fiona and take her place, but midway, she encountered the patrolling group. Hazel was the first person Sheila noticed. She was the kind of person any woman would envy.

“Hello, Hazel, nice to meet you,” Sheila said, trying to display a non-suspect expression when looking at Hazel.

Elmer and Sheila sat on the chairs, people entering and exiting the bar, music continuously changing, the vibrant lights reflecting off the drinks in people’s hands.

“Elmer, congrats on finding your mate,” Marcus raised his whiskey glass, clinking it with Elmer’s.

“I believe you’ll find yours soon,” Elmer spoke. No werewolf wouldn’t want to find their mate. It seemed they carried the mission from birth; they must connect with their wolf, shift on the full moon, and then find their mate among the vast populace and, at the right moment, complete the marking.

Elmer felt fortunate to have encountered Sheila.

“Who wants to dance?” Eloise blinked.

Being at a bar, how could one not dance? Eloise enjoyed her right as a legal adult.

Hazel shook her head. Her mind couldn’t hold more; Sheila’s appearance clouded her thoughts. She wanted more interaction with Sheila to ensure she wouldn’t harm Elmer.

“Marcus, come with me,” Eloise pouted, her expression showing dissatisfaction.

Marcus opened his hands, a look of resignation in his eyes. Taking Eloise’s hand, her cheeks blushed. She didn’t expect Marcus to hold her hand. Such contact made her heart race. Eloise had never held hands with a guy; Marcus was the first.

People on the dance floor moved to the music, swaying under dim lights, all luring in hungry and comfort-seeking souls.

Marcus led Eloise onto the dance floor. The music was loud, and Eloise’s body gently swayed. She felt the ground vibrating.

Marcus synchronized with Eloise’s dance moves. Eloise gazed at his face. Marcus had a tall and lean build, with faint muscle lines visible on his arms. A light-colored shirt clung to his well-defined chest, and purple and green lights bathed his skin. Eloise burst into giggles.

Eloise’s hands rested on Marcus’s neck. “I’ve never found you so charming, Marcus.”

“Eloise, you’re a little tipsy,” Marcus’s eyes showed a hint of change.

“No, I’m not drunk,” Eloise swayed her body, perhaps influenced by alcohol. In her mind, only Marcus’s face remained.

Eloise turned around, her back to Marcus. She reached behind to grab Marcus’s hand and placed it on her hip. She continued swaying her body.

Marcus hesitated. He felt his breathing grow heavier, as if something had exploded in his mind.

Hazel and Sheila sat closely. Hazel could sense Elmer’s scent all over Sheila. She knew what that meant.

“Sheila, how did you two meet?” Hazel suddenly asked. Her gaze fixed on Sheila. She appeared perfectly fine, but being Putnam’s associate, it couldn’t be that straightforward. Perhaps she was hiding things exceptionally well.

“We met in the forest, and I’ll never forget that day,” Sheila’s eyes held sincerity when she spoke. She truly wouldn’t forget her first encounter with Elmer.