Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

When Cyril arrived on the street, this was the scene he encountered. Many bodies lay on the ground, Carlotta and Viola were meticulously inspecting each corpse for any issues, while Hazel stood in a corner with an expressionless face.

Cyril ordered Parrish and Rankin to help with the bodies, and he went directly to Hazel without hesitation.

“Hazel, are you alright?” Cyril looked at Hazel, who seemed lost in thought.

“Oh, I’m much better,” Hazel replied. She had been hearing this phrase all evening, and in the face of these events, she felt herself growing numb.

She saw Theo arriving too. Perhaps there were too many people tonight, exceeding everyone’s expectations. The other side had come prepared, and Hazel could feel that their target was her.

If it weren’t for Hawthorne, she might never have seen her grandmother, Theo, and Gerard again.

Hazel caught Cyril’s scent, which always comforted her. She instinctively moved closer to him.

Cyril felt Hazel’s movements, and his expression softened. However, as he got closer to Hazel, he detected an unfamiliar scent on her, a scent that did not belong to a werewolf.

“Someone’s been near you,” Cyril said, grabbing Hazel’s arm. It was not the scent of a werewolf.

Hazel’s expression looked somewhat guilty. She didn’t actually intend to hide Hawthorne’s visit, but she hadn’t expected Cyril to notice so quickly.

“It’s… it’s Hawthorne,” Hazel said. “He’s shown up again.”

Cyril heard the name once more, and he felt a burning rage. The vampire had contacted Hazel again.

“Hawthorne saved me,” Hazel looked up at Cyril, hoping he wouldn’t get angry.

She wasn’t sure why she had this thought, but she was certain that Cyril didn’t like Hawthorne. He didn’t like her having any contact with him.

With Hazel so close to Cyril, there was no room in her mind for anyone else.

“Are you sure he’s not staging this?” Cyril asked Hazel, his gaze unwavering.

What if these people were sent by Hawthorne?

“I don’t think it’s him,” Hazel replied, feeling Cyril’s anger.

Cyril fell silent.

He turned and walked into the pile of bodies.

He didn’t know what he was feeling right now, but he refused to hear that vampire’s name from Hazel’s lips. He didn’t like the way Hazel was being so intimate with him. Perhaps Hazel hadn’t thought of it that way.

Cyril didn’t know to what extent his possessiveness toward Hazel had grown, but he couldn’t tolerate her mentioning another man while she was with him.

“Any discoveries?” Cyril saw that Parrish and his security team had loaded the bodies onto a massive truck. Only a truck could accommodate this many bodies.

“Alpha, no discoveries,” Rankin said with a serious expression.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Cyril frowned. So many people had infiltrated the pack under the cover of darkness, even evading the patrol teams. They had come prepared.

If they came prepared, how could they leave behind any traces, unless they deliberately left some clues?

Cyril had been through many wars. As the Alpha of the world’s largest pack, he possessed keener observation and judgment than other werewolves.

“Their target is Hazel,” Carlotta spoke up at the right time. Those people had come for Hazel, and their actions were undoubtedly premeditated.

“She’s the primary target,” Cyril said, making Hazel’s situation even more dangerous.

“A man saved Hazel,” Viola continued, and they had to report every detail.

Cyril pursed his lips tightly; he knew who the man was.

Vampire Hawthorne.

“Where did he go then?” Cyril asked Carlotta and Viola.

“He left,” Viola replied.

She didn’t know where the masked man had gone, but she was sure he wasn’t a werewolf.

Cyril looked at Hazel, who seemed to still be lost in the recent events, her gaze unfocused and scattered.

“Did anyone else appear?” Cyril continued, averting his gaze.

“There was someone with a voice changer. He stayed in the shadows and commanded everyone,” Carlotta replied with reverence.

“A voice changer?” Cyril’s gaze darkened. There was only one possibility that came to his mind-Putnam. If the person had never seen Hazel, why use a voice changer? Only someone who had been in contact with Hazel would worry about someone recognizing their voice, necessitating a voice changer.

“Bring all those people back, carefully examine their bodies,” Cyril felt that this matter wasn’t as simple as it seemed. He needed to be cautious.

“Yes, Alpha,” Parrish and Rankin chimed in unison.

Hazel watched them lock the truck and then instructed the driver to take it to the Pack House. Parrish and Rankin continued to lead the security team in cleaning up the bloodstains on the ground, and Carlotta and Viola helped.

“Hazel,” Theo finished his tasks and then walked over to Hazel.

“Theo, I’m fine,” Hazel smiled, but she was causing worry again.

Theo hugged his sister, who had once again narrowly escaped danger. It was hard to say whether Hazel was lucky or unlucky.

“You won’t be this lucky every time,” Cyril returned to Hazel, his gaze deep and dark.

“But I did get out of danger,” Hazel replied, even though it was because of Hawthorne.

“What about next time?” Cyril continued.

He felt Hazel had changed a lot lately. Initially, she used to argue with him, but ever since so many things had happened, she seemed to have lost her usual liveliness. This wasn’t like Hazel.

“What do you want to do?” Hazel stared at Cyril, ignoring her rapidly beating heart, hoping Cyril would care about her.

“Move into my manor; it’ll be safer there.”

Cyril admitted to his selfishness. When he first heard Hawthorne’s name from Hazel’s lips, he felt a burning jealousy. When Hazel said Hawthorne had kissed her, Cyril genuinely wished that Hawthorne would disappear from the world.

Deep down, Cyril had a strong feeling that Hazel belonged to him, and only him. When Hazel was around him, that feeling intensified, and he didn’t want Hazel to be too far from him.

“What?” Hazel hadn’t even spoken yet, and Theo was already shocked.

Everyone’s gaze was fixed on Cyril and Hazel, clearly, their conversation was charged.

Parrish and Rankin raised their eyebrows, wearing somewhat mischievous smiles on their faces.

No one could have guessed that Alpha Cyril was inviting a girl to live in his manor.

“No, Cyril, that’s impossible,” Hazel had never considered such a thing.

Even though she was in danger now, how could she move into Cyril’s manor? It would be akin to admitting to everyone that she had an intimate relationship with Cyril, wouldn’t it? Hazel had never thought about it like this.

“Hazel, your situation has become more dangerous,” Cyril continued, “They will send more people to attack you.”

“But I have Carlotta and Viola,” Hazel tried to dissuade Cyril.

She could imagine how many problems they would face living together. Many girls in the town admired their powerful Alpha, and Hazel didn’t want to become a target.

She had already experienced such annoying situations when she was with Putnam.

Theo stood nearby, clearly listening to Hazel and the Alpha’s conversation.

He was a little surprised, but he also understood Hazel’s current situation. If she could live in the Alpha’s manor, it would help avoid many dangers.

“They can still protect you,” Cyril remained expressionless. “Hazel, this is double protection.”

“Cyril, are you sure about this?” The smile disappeared from Hazel’s face.

She didn’t want to argue with Cyril at this moment.

“Hazel, you are the main target,” Cyril’s expression turned into one of frustration, his eyes growing darker.

Hazel fell silent, trapped in a dilemma.