Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

“Mongrel,” a term that disgusted and angered all werewolves.

Hazel felt her breathing grow heavier, wondering who would do such a thing.

“This is pure provocation,” Rankin’s eyes blazed with anger, and Viola held his hand.

“Rankin’s right,” Parrish chimed in.

Cyril clenched the note tightly. They had intended for them to find it; they were inciting war.

Only vampires would refer to werewolves as “mongrels.” Could this incident be related to vampires as well?

“Hazel, did you see Hawthorne drop this note?” Cyril’s gaze focused on Hazel.

Hazel shook her head. Her mind hadn’t been clear until Hawthorne appeared, and when her thoughts became lucid, Hawthorne had quickly left. Hazel didn’t know if Hawthorne had left the note or not, but there was one thing she was sure of: only vampires used such a loathsome term.

But would Hawthorne do this? Hazel couldn’t help but have some doubts deep inside, but she didn’t voice them because she knew it would anger Cyril.

“This better not have anything to do with him,” Cyril’s expression was grim. Even if this had nothing to do with Hawthorne, he was far from being a good guy. A vampire openly entering werewolf territory violated their established rules. If the peace agreement lost its power, tensions might arise between werewolves and vampires, and Cyril wouldn’t let that happen.

“I don’t know,” Hazel spoke.

She hadn’t seen Hawthorne leave the note, but it was clear that only vampires used the term “mongrels.” Hazel had only seen Hawthorne as a vampire.

“This note is a new development, at least it gives us an idea of who’s manipulating all this,” Theo suddenly spoke.

“Perhaps some people are getting restless within our Pack,” Cyril gazed at the note in his hand. It might not be his Pack but all Packs. “They are inciting war.”

The ambitions of those behind this were immense. If vampires joined the battle, they weren’t merely looking to consume a single Pack; their appetites were vast.

Cyril didn’t know their exact motives, but he was aware that if things continued to unfold this way, an inevitable conflict was on the horizon. Packs would find themselves in a perilous situation.

This time, the challenge wasn’t against Hazel alone; they aimed to provoke all werewolves. The term “mongrels” should disappear from the world. They wanted to exterminate all werewolves, and this went beyond mere provocation.

The note in Cyril’s hand slowly crumpled, his eyes growing darker. Perhaps he needed to accelerate the process and gather his allies. They needed a plan in place. Cyril realized the situation had become more dire.

“I’ll keep investigating this,” Theo said again, determined not to let anyone disrupt the hard-won peace.

“Parrish and Rankin, take those bodies away,” Cyril nodded, then continued issuing his orders. Dawn was approaching, and they couldn’t afford further delay. “Carlotta and Viola can also head back.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Parrish and Rankin responded in unison before preparing to leave with the bodies. Carlotta and Viola followed suit.

The street was now deserted, with only Cyril, Hazel, and Theo remaining.

Hazel gazed down the darkened street, where no traces of blood remained, but the stench of blood still hung in the air, making her want to retch. She disliked that smell.

“Next Monday, you’re moving into my estate,” Cyril said, looking at Hazel as he brought up the subject again.

Hazel rolled her eyes. She had heard him loud and clear. There was no need for repetition, and Hazel was growing impatient.

“Theo, you take her home,” Cyril ordered once more. “Explain things to your family as soon as possible.”NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“Yes, Alpha,” Theo responded respectfully, then began leading Hazel in the direction of their home.

Hazel glanced back at Cyril.

Cyril stood there in the dark street, cold wind brushing against him. His eyes scanned the surroundings before he swiftly left the street.

Hazel redirected her attention.

They were unaware that in the darkness, a pair of eyes were closely watching everything.

When Hazel and Theo returned home, the yard lights were still on. Theo opened the door, and the two entered the house cautiously, fearing they might wake up their grandmother and Gerard.

“Hazel, I’ll talk to Grandma about this tomorrow,” Theo patted Hazel’s shoulder.

“I just don’t understand why you agreed to Cyril’s demands,” Hazel sat on the couch, covering her face. Everything was spiraling out of control, and she hadn’t returned to the town for this kind of life.

But now she had no other choice. She couldn’t leave the town; that would only make things worse.

“He’s the Alpha,” Theo also sat on the couch, sighing heavily.

As a Beta, he had duties to fulfill, and obeying the Alpha’s orders was part of it. He had to fight to the last breath for his Pack.

“But I really don’t want to move into his estate,” Hazel said softly.

Theo looked at Hazel. “It’s the best option for now, Hazel. Alpha can protect you. He’s powerful.”

Theo understood that moving into the estate might not be a great idea, but Hazel was the main target and could be in danger at any moment. Carlotta and Viola in The Iron Star Pack were relatively strong she-wolves who could help Hazel fend off most dangers, but they were just two people and couldn’t withstand too much.

“I understand. Goodnight,” Hazel mumbled wearily.

“Goodnight, Hazel,” Theo stood up from the couch and gave his sister a final glance before heading back to his room.

Hazel sat on the couch, took a deep breath, and looked at the clock on the wall, showing the time as 2:00 AM. She got up and went upstairs to her room.

Hazel filled the bathtub with water. She needed a proper bath. The scent of blood that clung to her skin was unbearable.

The water was at a comfortable temperature. Hazel undressed and lay naked in the tub. She reached for her favorite bottle of jasmine-scented body wash, applying it to her skin and creating a lather.

The bathroom was filled with the delightful scent of jasmine. Hazel took a deep breath, savoring the intoxicating aroma. If she was moving into Cyril’s estate next Monday, she’d definitely take this bottle of body wash with her.

“Hazel, are you excited?” Rita teased.

“What? No, I’m just left with no choice,” Hazel daydreamed about what might happen in the estate. Despite the jealousy she’d face from the town girls, Hazel knew that living with Cyril didn’t have many downsides for her. She was just worried it might cause unnecessary trouble.

Cyril constantly exuded his charm, and Hazel felt the urge to be close to him. Yet, she couldn’t figure out why she always felt the need to challenge Cyril. Winning against him seemed to trigger her competitive spirit.

She longed for everything about Cyril, but at the same time, she worried about herself. Hazel found herself entangled in a strange sort of conflict.

“I can’t wait to see my Alpha,” Rita cheered.

“Only you would be so eager,” Hazel responded, her expression somewhat apprehensive.

Rita didn’t reply. She saw through Hazel’s facade. As soon as Hazel was close to the Alpha, she wouldn’t be this way.

Hazel lay in the bathtub, feeling her entire body relax. The nauseating smell of blood had been replaced by the scent of jasmine. Getting out of the tub, she grabbed a towel and dried herself off, getting rid of any water droplets before changing into her nightwear.

Seated at the vanity, she applied hand cream, then brought out her luggage, placing it beside the bed. Hazel didn’t dwell on anything. It was already 3 AM, and she had to get some sleep. Soon, she was fast asleep, drifting into dreams.

At noon, Hazel finally woke up, pulling the blanket over her head to block the bright sunlight, still wanting to catch a few more winks.

But she needed to pack her things and explain the entire situation to her grandmother, even though she didn’t want to.

Dragging her tired body out of bed, Hazel stretched and quickly freshened up in the bathroom. She picked out a comfortable black tracksuit from her wardrobe.

After getting everything in order, Hazel headed downstairs.