Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

After dinner, Hazel’s legs guided her toward the moonlight. Unbeknownst to her, she found herself standing in front of a dense oak tree. Moonlight led Hazel step by step deeper into the forest.

The surrounding bushes were dark, but Hazel navigated through the dense forest without any difficulty. It seemed as if the moonlight had paved a path for her, the ground was smooth, and the air was filled with the scent of growing trees.

Moving forward, Hazel saw a gigantic tree. Moonlight poured down from its branches, creating a white ocean. The emerald leaves were particularly conspicuous in the moonlight.

On a small lawn next to the giant tree stood a figure-Cyril. He wore a sleek black suit that looked quite sexy, but in the context of the forest, it seemed out of place. His handsome face remained calm, and even from a distance, Hazel could see the glint in his golden eyes.

Hazel, gazing into Cyril’s affectionate eyes, felt the preciousness of everything. On the battlefield, Cyril was the supreme Alpha, but Hazel only cared about his safety, fearing the loss of her sole companion. She felt Cyril’s love, his complete integration into her life.

“Cyril?” Hazel pondered, slowly approaching him. Hazel’s dress and Cyril’s suit complemented each other perfectly, and the air around them seemed to change.

A gentle breeze passed by Cyril, tousling his hair.

Hazel smelled Cyril’s rich and earthy scent, both enticing and alluring. His scent was like a lighthouse, pulling Hazel towards him, awakening a dormant part of her heart. A strong sense of companionship bonds surged within Hazel. When she heard the call of her heart, her heartbeat intensified.

Unconsciously following her inner thoughts, Hazel wrapped her arms around Cyril’s neck, her eyes filled with desire. Hazel raised her eyebrows at him, her gaze sweeping over Cyril. Cyril’s wounds had almost healed; this war left more scars on his body. Hazel felt a pang of heartache for Cyril.

“I just wanted to see you, my partner,” Cyril buried his head in Hazel’s chest, his breath deep, inhaling Hazel’s scent. The air between them warmed, and an implicit ambiguity enveloped the entire forest.

Cyril spoke like a melodious song, echoing in Hazel’s ears.

“Partner,” Hazel repeated, hearing Rita’s equally excited response. Cyril leaned on her shoulder, revealing a dazzling smile that sent shivers down Hazel’s spine. Her hands caressed Cyril’s face.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“I love you. Like I’ve never loved anyone before, ever.”

“I want to mark you, my dear,” Cyril voiced his request.

“You love me?” Hazel breathed, shocked by his words. She never expected the proud Alpha to speak so sincerely, and she felt an overwhelming sense of happiness.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time, darling,” Cyril smiled, revealing his bright canine teeth.

Hazel, having experienced countless embraces from Cyril, felt an entirely different sensation this time. She sensed Cyril’s soul colliding with hers, merging into a strange yet familiar feeling.

“I love you too. I’m yours, always have been,” Hazel said with a smile, pressing her face against Cyril’s. His stubble made her feel ticklish.

“I’m yours too, Hazel,” Cyril murmured, his lips softly meeting Hazel’s. Hazel couldn’t help but run her fingers through his silky hair, using her tongue to part his lips, immersing herself in Cyril’s taste. In this moment, they melted into each other’s tenderness.

“Mark me,” Cyril’s voice seduced Hazel to take further action. Hazel’s lips found the softest part of his neck, smelling Cyril’s intoxicating scent. Her fangs sank into Cyril’s neck, and the painful pleasure made Cyril emit a low roar from his chest.

As Hazel licked off the blood from his neck, Cyril chuckled lightly. His wound unknowingly healed, turning into a blue rose.

“It’s my turn now, kneel down, Hazel.” Cyril bent down, his tongue brushing Hazel’s neck. His sharp fangs pierced Hazel’s skin, pain disappearing with pleasure as blood flowed down her collarbone.

“Your mark is red, so beautiful.” Hazel’s wound healed into a red mark resembling a vibrant rose. Cyril’s tongue traced over Hazel’s mark, his hand grabbing her hair gently, kissing down her collarbone. Hazel, enchanted by Cyril’s kiss, felt a tingling sensation in her lower abdomen, involuntarily whimpering. Cyril’s large hand smoothed over every trembling cell, feeling Hazel’s warmth. His thin tongue curled over every sensitive nerve on her skin.

Hazel’s moans encouraged Cyril. She felt his lips and tongue gently exploring downward, her left breast’s bra rudely torn off by Cyril. He grabbed her hips, placing Hazel on his lap. Hazel’s legs trembled, wrapping around his waist. Cyril flipped her over and pushed her down, hearing Hazel’s intoxicating moans as she bent over. Cyril wrapped one arm around her waist, pressing her vagina against his face. Cyril inserted one finger into her, then two, his tongue licking her swollen clitoris, fingers moving steadily. Hazel whimpered; each moan accelerated Cyril’s fingers. Her legs trembled, back arched.

It wasn’t until the second orgasm hit Hazel’s body that Cyril withdrew his fingers from her vagina. Cyril moved up her body, kissing and nibbling every inch of her soft skin. Cyril smelled a addictive vanilla fragrance on her skin.

Hazel’s scent stimulated Cyril to continue his actions. He pressed himself onto Hazel, his lips sliding over her neck.

It would be Hazel’s first time, so it would hurt. Cyril’s movements were exceptionally gentle. He grazed her neck with his teeth, feeling her panting response.

Cyril placed one arm beside her head, his penis brushing against her entrance. Finding Hazel already wet, Cyril entered her, completely possessing her.

“Relax, Hazel,” Cyril bit her ear, whispering softly. Cyril slid his glans into her and lifted her hips, letting it slide in a few inches more. Pain blurred Hazel’s eyes, and Cyril did his best to distract her, biting the mark on her neck, slowly circling around her abdomen. When Cyril slid in the remaining length, he saw her enjoying expression, then dared to start moving.

Cyril roared, slowly moving his hips, burying himself deep inside Hazel. Gradually, Hazel’s painful whimper turned into blissful moans.

“You’re mine,” Hazel whispered softly, her fingers caressing Cyril’s back. The sensation of her nails made Cyril emit a groan. Cyril could no longer restrain himself, unable to control his desires. His manhood ruthlessly plunged into her tight entrance, thrusting into her swiftly, giving Hazel an unprecedented climax.

“My beautiful mate,” Cyril moaned in her ear, biting her earlobe with his teeth.

Their bodies trembled against each other until the waves of pleasure flowed through their entire beings, reluctantly parting them.

Cyril looked down at Hazel, gazing at the woman who had completely changed his life, feeling the profound bond between them. The mating had rekindled their relationship. Cyril used his fingers to caress every inch of her delicate skin, soothing her, letting her drift into a peaceful sleep. They snuggled together, the only sounds in the forest being their gentle breaths.