Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

Hazel felt herself lying in darkness, unable to move. Her breath quickened, blood boiling, but soon, she sensed brightness around her. She was still living with her grandmother in the orchard, leading a carefree life.

“Grandma, what’s for lunch today?”

“It’s creamy mushroom fettuccine and tomato-meat sauce pizza.”

“Sounds tempting!”

An urgent knock on the door made Hazel uneasy, but she still opened it.

“Hazel, my fiancée.” It was Hawthorne, his voice filled with allure, as if it held a magical charm that convinced Hazel.

“What’s wrong, dear?” Should she call him dear? Why did it slip out unconsciously, while another blurry figure lingered in her mind?

“Hazel, you should know yourself. You should know your value.”

“What’s so special about me?”

“Dear, you are a supreme vampire, unlike those mongrel dogs.”

“I’m a vampire?”

At that moment, Fran walked out, calmly observing Hawthorne, sensing no malice. She understood it was time to tell Hazel everything. Fran gestured for Hawthorne to join them in the living room, and the three sat at the dining table.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Lunch is ready; let’s talk while we eat. Good food can’t wait.” Fran tried to break the awkwardness, knowing only Hazel was unaware that she was in a manipulated dream, with both Fran and Hawthorne entering her dreams through a spell.

“Thanks, I just wanted…” Hawthorne wanted to explain to Fran, but she simply nodded, understanding Hawthorne’s intentions.

“Tomato-meat sauce pizza, dig in!” Hazel innocently looked at the two, oblivious to any anomalies. She immersed herself in the beautiful dream, even if it was manipulated.

“Little Hazel, I hope you remember what comes next when you wake up.” Suddenly, Hazel saw her grandmother looking serious, speaking to her with deep concern.

“Am I really a vampire?” Hazel recalled Hawthorne’s words.

“Not only that, you also have witch heritage. You are the only person in the world with wolf, vampire, and witch bloodlines-a child blessed by the gods.”

“I’m a Hybrid?” Hazel was about to take a bite of the pizza when it slipped from her hand to the floor. Her jaw nearly dropped, her stomach churned, and her heart pounded as if it might stop any moment.

“No-”

In the room, Hazel woke up covered in cold sweat. What did she dream? Her grandmother told her she was a Hybrid with three bloodlines? She knew since childhood that Hybrids were unwelcome in Packs, often ostracized, ridiculed, and sometimes even expelled if they had low talents.

The dream seemed so real that she couldn’t help but believe everything her grandmother and Hawthorne said. No, it couldn’t be true. It must all be a dream; how could she be a vampire?

“It’s true, all of it.”

Hawthorne stood by Hazel’s bed, speaking softly. Hazel looked up at Hawthorne’s gentle face, her pupils dilated in fear, and her hands clutched the blanket tightly.

“How did you get here? Did you enter my dream again?”

“Yes, dear. You have to accept all of this and awaken as soon as possible.”

“Don’t call me that!” Hazel heard Hawthorne addressing her and felt a hint of disgust from within. Another person’s face flashed in her mind, and she wished the first person she saw upon waking was Cyril. She was shocked by her own thoughts.

Seeing Hazel lost in thought, Hawthorne’s eyes narrowed with irritation, but there were more important matters at hand. He leaned close to Hazel’s ear and whispered, “Wake up, my queen. We are destined for each other. Your blood, your blood is starting to boil… you need to hear…”

At that moment, Hazel’s door was suddenly knocked on. Hawthorne agilely leaped out of the window, disappearing.

“Are you awake?” Cyril saw Hazel gazing blankly out the window.

“Are you okay, Hazel? You look weak.” Cyril, abandoning his usual coldness, looked at Hazel with concern. Hazel, just realizing that Cyril was talking to her, responded nervously, unable to convey everything she had just experienced.

A Hybrid? A Hybrid with three bloodlines? She couldn’t digest such news.

Cyril sensed she was hiding something, a trace of suspicion flashing in his eyes. But considering Hazel had just woken up, he controlled his emotions and spoke calmly, “Anyway, thank God, you’re awake. Although you’ve just woken up, unfortunately, I still have to tell you. The day of your duel with Alpha Voss is approaching, and you must practice diligently.”

Hazel looked up at Cyril, her chaotic thoughts overwhelmed by the news of the impending duel with Alpha Voss.

A duel! How could she forget about such a crucial duel?

“My body is fine, and I can start training anytime.”

Cyril looked at Hazel, her suddenly spirited eyes igniting his fighting spirit. He gently touched her face because her strength made her even more enchanting.

“Hazel…”

Moonlight streamed into the room, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.

Cyril bent down, kissing Hazel. The kiss was deep, as if reproaching her for sleeping too long, and as if he was grateful that Hazel had awakened. Cyril bit her half-lip, inhaling her scent forcefully. The clean and sweet fragrance reassured him, knowing that, regardless of Hazel’s identity, he would protect her.

He desperately wanted to possess her, and at that moment, he finally felt it.

Hazel, the moon goddess bestowed upon him, the destined one he had long sought.

He was the supreme Alpha, born to be ruthless and decisive. No one dared to challenge him. Only Hazel broke that rule. This fiery little chili pepper had piqued his interest from the start, and he was oblivious to his own feelings for her. Every time he succumbed to his possessiveness towards her, it was because she was his mate.

It was her identity that forced Cyril to confront everything, and he didn’t disdain her for being a Hybrid. On the contrary, upon learning Hazel’s true identity, his immediate reaction was figuring out how to protect her.

Hazel felt surprised by Cyril’s sudden tenderness, but more than that, she felt a flutter in her heart. She admitted to herself that she had fallen for this man. The vague figure from her dreams gradually became clear, merging entirely with Cyril’s face.

Yet, Hazel was unaware that the man before her was her mate.

She became entranced in Cyril’s kiss, savoring his breath. He had never kissed her with such affection; his kisses were usually dominant and irresistible.

What’s gotten into Cyril?

While Hazel understood his possessiveness, such tender moments were rare. She found herself breathless under Cyril’s kiss, craving more. However, as she enjoyed the moment, a hint of unease accompanied her feelings.