Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

When Hazel woke up, it was already afternoon. She felt her body heavy, yet her mind remained alert. Her body was exhausted, and she didn’t want to get up. Who invented early mornings, anyway? Even if she hurried to the training ground now, it would be deserted.

Hazel ran her hand through her disheveled hair and let out a yawn.

She stood up, took off her top. Hazel wasn’t used to wearing a bra when she slept, leaving her upper body exposed.

She was about to remove her shorts to take a bath when she noticed an unexpected presence in the room. Her hands froze, and she widened her eyes.

“Damn, how did you get in here?” Hazel glared at the intruder, quickly shielding her chest. She wasn’t wearing her top! Cyril had somehow managed to sneak into her room while she was asleep!

“Do you think you owe me an explanation?” Alpha Cyril’s face was dark, filled with anger.

Cyril stood up and approached Hazel. He was wearing a simple shirt and rolled up his sleeves, revealing well-built forearms.

Cyril grabbed Hazel’s chin, forcing her into an uncomfortable position.

Hazel’s cheeks turned red, and she could feel her wolf’s excitement at the thought. It was embarrassing.

She had no idea why Alpha Cyril was in her room just because she had been late.

“Hazel, you were six hours late,” Cyril nearly ground his teeth as he said it.

Hazel knew he must be absolutely furious, but her mouth wouldn’t yield. “So what? Are you going to kill me?”

Hazel didn’t know where her courage was coming from, repeatedly challenging her new Alpha. Her existence was nothing short of a miracle.

“Is it too hard to set an alarm clock?” Cyril grabbed the back of Hazel’s neck, bringing her face closer to his. “Isn’t improving your strength important?”

“I’ve set one,” Hazel stammered; Cyril’s grip was increasing, making it hard for her to breathe. “I just fell back asleep.”

“That’s not a reason,” Cyril looked terrifying.

“I don’t want to train!” Hazel shouted, but she still couldn’t break free from Cyril; his strength was unbelievable.

Cyril sneered and said slowly, “So, you’re just good at playing these childish games?”

“Think about your pack. While everyone is working hard for their new Alpha, Theo is striving for him, and the others are training. What about you, Hazel?”

“Do you want to be as useless as Kane?” Cyril released his grip and pushed Hazel back onto the bed, using one hand to pin her down. He held her wrists, forcing her to meet his gaze.

Cyril’s words left Hazel stunned. She did look down on Kane, who was such a weak and ineffectual leader, but she wasn’t what Cyril was making her out to be.

“Hazel, you’re indeed a little too stubborn,” Rita’s voice chimed in, filled with helplessness.

Hazel didn’t respond to her.

“That’s not it,” Hazel said, turning her face away. She could feel the heat radiating from Cyril; his breath was brushing her face continuously, stirring up an indescribable emotion within her. God, at this moment, she actually wanted more of Cyril’s touch.

“Hazel,” Cyril’s voice was stern, “Learn to obey, Hazel. My orders are not to be defied.”

Cyril’s hand slid from Hazel’s back, then moved to her chest. His fingers caressed her breasts and he bit down hard. He heard Hazel let out a moan.

Hazel stared at him with wide eyes. She could feel the pleasure coursing through her as Cyril’s hand moved lower, stopping at her most sensitive spot. He began to rub Hazel’s bud slowly. She couldn’t help but quiver, eagerly awaiting his next move.

“Why aren’t you defying my orders now?” Cyril’s fingers halted at just the right moment, and he watched Hazel’s blushing cheeks. A smirk played on his lips. “Seems like you can be obedient after all.”

Hazel was perplexed, and she didn’t fully understand Cyril’s motives. All she knew was that Cyril had stopped his actions and was now mocking her.

“You jerk.” Hazel bit her lower lip hard and used her strength to push Cyril against the wall across from her, snatching a blanket to cover her exposed upper body.

Cyril wasn’t angry. Instead, he had a mischievous smile on his face. He leaped out of the window and disappeared from Hazel’s sight.

“Hazel, I love this feeling!” Rita cheered in Hazel’s mind.

“Please don’t say more,” Hazel muttered, feeling the wetness between her legs. She had been enticed by Cyril’s masculinity!

Hazel reassured herself that all she-wolves admired strength, and being interested in her Alpha wasn’t a bad thing. Besides, Cyril had an astonishingly handsome face, and he was very charismatic.

When Hazel finished freshening up and put on a black dress, it was already 2:30 in the afternoon. As she descended the stairs, the tantalizing scent of lemon-vanilla chocolate cookies mixed with the rich aroma of chocolate and the sweet scent of cookies wafted through the air. It was wonderful!

“Grandma, it’s lemon-vanilla chocolate cookies,” Hazel exclaimed as she hopped down the last three steps and rushed to the kitchen.

“Little Hazel, you overslept again today,” her grandmother reminded her, not entirely approving of her behavior.

Hazel shrugged and said, “I probably won’t tomorrow.” She didn’t want to incur Alpha Cyril’s wrath. Whatever had happened today was thrilling, and she hoped Cyril would bring more physical pleasures into her life.

“Theo is a Beta now, and he’s very busy,” her grandmother patted Hazel’s shoulder. “You should think about him and avoid angering Alpha.”

“Okay, Grandma.” Hazel waved her hand, offering her grandmother a cookie. She knew her grandmother was worried about her safety. After all, Cyril’s reputation made it impossible to ignore his strength.

“Grandma, I’m going out for a bit, and I’ll be back for dinner later,” Hazel said, putting on her beret and standing at the door, bidding her grandmother goodbye.

Hazel arrived at a dessert shop filled with various flavors of chocolates, candies, and an endless selection of beverages. It used to be one of Hazel’s favorite places. She bought a few pieces of raspberry-filled chocolates and a scoop of Italian handcrafted marshmallow-flavored ice cream.

“Look who’s here, Hazel.”

Hazel turned around and saw two girls and a guy walking toward her, their faces plastered with fake smiles. Hazel could immediately tell they were up to no good. These were Hazel’s former group of rotten friends, and they were her classmates at Putnam. Meeting them here was quite unsettling.

“How come you’re back?” the golden-haired girl spoke to Hazel. “Came back to find Putnam?”

As soon as she finished speaking, another red-haired girl and a brown-haired guy burst into laughter. Hazel rolled her eyes at them.

“Actually, if you guys can’t speak, you might as well shut your mouths,” Hazel replied, unwilling to argue with them.

“Oh, she’s getting all defensive,” the red-haired girl and the golden-haired girl exchanged a smile, mocking Hazel as if it were their newfound pleasure.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Well, perhaps I used to be with Putnam at one point. But what about you, Ada? You followed us like a little puppy,” Hazel retorted without caring if she drew attention. The golden-haired girl’s face darkened upon hearing her words.

Hazel grabbed the red-haired girl’s finger pointing at her and said loudly, “Karin, when were you sneaking into Putnam’s bed behind Ada’s back? You slut!”

Ada gasped, seemingly not understanding Hazel’s words, and she cast a cold look at her side at Karin, who was just shaking her head wildly.

“Hazel, are you out of your mind?” the brown-haired guy rushed forward to defend his two friends.

“Hey, Jay, your head’s like a big pumpkin!”

Hazel smeared her ice cream on the faces of the three of them and then left, leaving them yelling in the dessert shop.

She was tired of these hangers-on, and she had no intention of having any dealings with them in the future, let alone hearing that name.

As Hazel left, she could sense someone was watching her from behind. She didn’t feel like searching for the source of the gaze, perhaps because she already had a good idea of who it was.