Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

Cyril felt like he was floating on the lake, a serene and cool sensation enveloping his entire body. His blood was boiling, his wolf was howling, and his wolf, Aeneas, was running on a meadow surrounded by flowers. It was a delightful feeling, but then Cyril snapped back to reality.

Hazel closed her eyes and gently kissed Cyril’s lips. Cyril was taken aback by Hazel’s sudden move, but it was typical of her style. His hands naturally found their place on Hazel’s chest, his thumbs teasing her nipples. Hazel let out a muffled moan, her face flushing with warmth, but she didn’t stop her actions. She felt Cyril open his mouth, and their tongues intertwined.

As their lips pressed together, Hazel’s fingers tangled in Cyril’s silky hair. She could feel the heat and desire in her body, and her lips longed to get closer to Cyril’s.

Cyril spun around, pinning Hazel beneath him. He paused the kisses and began gently caressing every inch of Hazel’s skin. Cyril’s gaze lingered on Hazel’s body, her fair complexion being a rarity among werewolves.

Hazel noticed Cyril’s intense gaze, and her cheeks turned crimson. She tried to shield herself but had her hands restrained by Cyril. His chest was muscular, with a bronzed complexion that exuded wild sensuality. He was filled with passion and allure, making it hard to resist.

Cyril’s hand moved from Hazel’s chest, gliding down her legs. The wetness between her legs darkened his eyes, and his thoughts grew even more hazy. But he hadn’t forgotten that they were in Hazel’s home.

Hazel shivered, her body responding to Cyril’s touch with heightened desire. “Cyril,” she softly called his name, and this time, they were both fully invested.

Cyril watched Hazel’s blushing face, his expression enigmatic. He could sense Hazel’s body’s transformation. Cyril’s fingers slipped between Hazel’s thighs, alternately teasing her bud and venturing into the depths, tormenting her senses. Hazel writhed, constantly rubbing against Cyril’s hand in an attempt to get more pleasure.

“Hazel, tell me, who am I?” Cyril’s gaze grew darker.

“Cyril, you’re Cyril,” Hazel’s words pleased Cyril. She could feel the acceleration of Cyril’s hand, intensifying her excitement.

Hazel’s body emitted an even stronger aroma of desire. She didn’t know if it would attract her grandmother or Gerard, but at this moment, she only wanted time to stand still.

The idea of having Cyril consumed Hazel’s thoughts, and she was confident that at this moment, there was no room for anyone else.

Cyril’s breath enveloped Hazel. He drew closer to her body, marking her skin with one after another of his traces. His mouth lingered on her chest as he gently bit her nipple, his tongue swirling around her breast. Hazel trembled, her body taut, and she made various sounds. Cyril’s fingers moved in and out of her body, and Hazel felt like she couldn’t hold on much longer.

Hazel could see the bulge in Cyril’s pants, and she wanted to grasp it, but Cyril blocked her hand.

“Hazel, do you want to climax?” Cyril looked up at Hazel, her eyes seeming unfocused.

“Yes,” Hazel whimpered, not wanting Cyril to stop what he was doing.

Cyril raised an eyebrow, finding Hazel’s response quite pleasing.

Cyril leaned down again, and his fingers vigorously stimulated Hazel’s body. Hazel’s gaze gradually became hazy, pleasure surging through her, making everything around her blur. She felt Cyril’s fingers reaching the edge of her body, and her whole body stiffened. Hazel arched her back, swearing that she had never felt such ecstasy before. Cyril continued to circle Hazel’s clitoris, extending her pleasure.

When Cyril’s fingers stopped moving, Hazel lay on the bed, gasping for breath. Her body felt weak, and her brain was unable to think about anything else.

Cyril’s fingers caressed Hazel’s sensitive bud, and Hazel let out a sob. Tears welled up in her eyes, but Cyril’s actions made her shiver, even though she had no strength left.

“Hazel, tell me,” Cyril’s voice echoed again.

Hazel knew he wouldn’t relent. Everything they’d just experienced was his way of punishing her, but it felt like a reward to her.

“In truth, I don’t know if it was a dream,” Hazel said softly, watching Cyril as he reached for a tissue to clean his fingers.

Cyril’s expression changed slightly, and he motioned for Hazel to continue. He lay down next to her on the bed.

“I had just been taking a bath, and everything around me became blurry,” Hazel began, recalling the events during her bath. “I found myself in a place.”

“What kind of place?” Cyril’s lips were tightly pursed as he carefully considered Hazel’s words.

“It was a place like a study, and I met a man there,” Hazel said, glancing at Cyril.

His gaze became sharp. “What kind of man?”

“It was a man I had met at the bonfire party, Hawthorne,” Hazel cautiously continued. She couldn’t bear Cyril’s anger, and she felt a heavy weight on her chest.

Hazel remembered how Cyril had reacted when she mentioned Putnam, and it had been unbearable.

“Hawthorne,” Cyril said, his expression blank. He repeated the name. “What happened next, Hazel? Tell me everything.”

Hazel fell silent for a moment and then spoke slowly, “Hawthorne kissed me.”

After saying that, Hazel felt the room’s temperature drop and the atmosphere grew heavy. She knew it was because of Cyril.

“Hazel, say it again. What did he do?” Cyril’s face turned dark, and his hand on Hazel’s waist tightened.

“Cyril, I can’t reach Rita. This isn’t what I intended,” Hazel tried to explain. She didn’t know what Hawthorne might have done. “I didn’t approach Hawthorne willingly.”

Cyril’s gaze turned sinister, and his current emotions were unfathomable. Thinking about other people touching Hazel made him uncontrollably angry, and he felt the urge to roar.

“What else happened?” Cyril tried to adjust his mood.

He knew that this wasn’t Hazel’s fault, so she shouldn’t bear this anger.

“Hawthorne is a vampire.” Hazel’s mind filled with numerous possibilities at the thought of vampires.

Vampires were cold-blooded creatures, fearing sunlight and favoring overcast weather. Their fair, unblemished skin marked them, and night was their domain. Pureblood vampires possessed great power and only reproduced within their own kind to maintain their pure lineage. They never allowed ordinary humans to be tainted by their blood. Vampires could enchant and had various skills.

“You’re saying that man is a vampire?” Cyril’s eyebrows furrowed.

As the Alpha of the largest pack in the world, Cyril inevitably had contact with vampires. They had divided territories and didn’t interfere in each other’s domains. Cyril’s pack never ventured into vampire territory unless necessary, and vampires couldn’t enter wolf territory without permission, as it could lead to unnecessary conflicts.

“Yes, that’s what he said,” Hazel nodded. Her body was exhausted, and she just wanted to fall asleep quickly.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“We might be in trouble,” Cyril gazed at Hazel. Hazel had encountered that man at the bonfire party, which meant that, without anyone’s knowledge, a vampire had infiltrated his pack.

“Maybe it’s me who’s in trouble,” Hazel’s eyes trembled, and she had no more strength to speak. Cyril’s scent washed over her, calming her, and she drifted into a deep slumber.

Cyril stared at Hazel as she slept peacefully, and he became increasingly aware that everything revolved around her and that her secrets were the center of it all.