Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

During the battle, Bessie’s eyes were filled with malice and sharpness, quite contrary to her earlier attitude when speaking.

Hazel’s gaze shifted slightly as she continued to dodge Bessie’s moves. Hazel leaped onto a tree and then circled around to Bessie’s back. When she saw an opportunity, she leaped from the tree, grabbing Bessie’s hand, attempting to restrain her. But Bessie fought back with all her strength, managing to throw Hazel against the wall.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Elmer, who had been sparring with Eloise, noticed something was amiss. Just as Bessie’s fist was about to strike Hazel’s chest, Elmer seized the moment and rushed in front of Hazel, blocking Bessie’s attack.

Bessie’s eyes grew even colder upon seeing Elmer’s intervention.

Hazel turned to look at Bessie. She was a formidable attacker, but her strikes were too brutal for a training session. Hazel couldn’t afford to be embarrassed, especially with Cyril watching the proceedings closely.

“What? Are you going to surrender?” Bessie sneered, her demeanor shifting drastically. “You’re nothing special.”

Hazel could sense Cyril’s unwavering attention on her, and she refused to allow herself to appear weak. She replied, “I won’t give up.”

With that, she regained her combat stance, realizing she had recently lost some of her edge. Gerard would have scolded her and demanded multiple rounds of sparring if he were here. She couldn’t afford to embarrass herself in front of him.

“Then show me your strength,” Bessie said, her punching speed increasing. It became almost impossible for Hazel to discern where Bessie’s fists were coming from.

However, Hazel’s year of intense training under Gerard’s strict guidance was not in vain. While attacking wasn’t her strong suit, defense was her forte.

Eloise noticed that Bessie seemed to be targeting Hazel specifically. She wanted to assist Hazel, but she was engaged in an attack against Elmer.

“Hazel, stay safe,” Elmer expressed his concern for her. He didn’t notice Cyril’s cold expression as he remained focused on Hazel’s situation. Elmer was genuinely worried about Hazel’s safety.

Cyril’s lips were pressed into a thin line as he watched from the sidelines.

Elmer’s gaze remained fixed on Hazel, to the extent that Eloise’s continuous attacks didn’t distract him. Despite the ongoing fight with Eloise, Elmer skillfully managed to avoid getting hit, demonstrating his impressive combat abilities.

Cyril, however, didn’t appreciate Elmer’s intense attention on Hazel. He found it rather irritating.

Bessie continued to attack Hazel with great force. Cyril closely monitored the situation. He would never tolerate anyone challenging his authority in his territory. There was something peculiar about Bessie.

Hazel observed the speed of Bessie’s punches and realized that she possessed considerable combat skills. Bessie charged forward again to attack Hazel, who used her limbs to block Bessie’s strikes. She didn’t want Bessie to get too close; it would be disadvantageous for her.

Hazel realized that Bessie’s most formidable skill was her punching attack. As long as she kept Bessie’s fists away from her, there was a chance to defeat her. Hazel quickly turned, leaped onto a tree, and then jumped down onto Bessie’s back. With her lightning speed, she flipped Bessie over to her front and used her foot to entangle Bessie’s arm, rendering her immobile.

Bessie struggled continuously, attempting to free herself from Hazel’s grasp, but Hazel’s strength was overwhelming, leaving her with no way to escape.

“You’ve lost,” Hazel declared after five seconds, a brilliant smile lighting up her face.

On the other side, Eloise and Elmer witnessed Hazel’s victory and felt elated.

“Hey, I’ve won!” Hazel waved at Eloise and Elmer, paying no attention to the danger behind her.

Bessie stood still, her eyes filled with rage. She couldn’t believe she had lost to this woman. It was impossible, absolutely impossible.

“You shouldn’t even exist,” Bessie suddenly launched another attack. She clenched her fists and sprinted toward Hazel’s back with incredible speed.

Hazel let out a muffled groan; she had been careless.

Cyril’s expression shifted slightly. The woman had broken the rules of the fight. He had been focused on Elmer’s situation and had overlooked Hazel’s confrontation, allowing Bessie to seize the opportunity.

Cyril rushed towards Hazel, quickly reaching her side. With a single hand, he lifted her around the waist, taking her out of Bessie’s attack range. He then kicked Bessie to the ground, leaving her clutching her chest in pain. Cyril’s kick hadn’t required much effort, yet it had been highly effective. He was indeed a powerful man.

Bessie was left baffled by Cyril’s intervention. She couldn’t fathom why he had come to Hazel’s aid.

“Uh, could you put me down?” Hazel was taken by surprise at Cyril’s sudden rescue. She had had a chance to fight back, but Cyril’s speed had been beyond her imagination. Hazel didn’t need to lift a finger; Bessie had already been subdued by Cyril’s kick.

Hazel lowered her head, once again experiencing how formidable Cyril’s strength was. She had engaged in such an intense fight with Bessie and had barely managed to secure her victory. In contrast, Cyril had barely taken any action and had rendered Bessie virtually immobile.

Eloise and Elmer approached at the right moment, pinning Bessie down on the grass, preventing her from flipping over.

“Hey, you’re despicable,” Eloise scorned Bessie’s behavior, wondering where this Bessie had come from.

“You have no right to talk to me,” Bessie said, her eyes still showing no fear as she continued to glare at Hazel. She remained defiant.

Eloise rolled her eyes and then delivered a punch to Bessie. This woman was truly audacious.

Cyril placed Hazel on the grass, his gaze fixed on her. However, he remained silent, seemingly waiting for her to say something.

“Hazel, are you okay?” Elmer suddenly approached, concern filling his eyes.

“Oh, Elmer, I’m fine, thanks for caring.” Hazel smiled at Elmer, sensing that his concern was genuine.

After speaking, Hazel felt an extremely dangerous aura around her but wasn’t sure how to talk to Cyril. Perhaps he would mock her, and Hazel didn’t want to hear any derisive words.

However, her top priority was to figure out Bessie’s intentions. Hazel had never seen this woman before, yet she seemed intent on killing her.

“Who are you, and why do you want to kill me?” Hazel looked at Bessie, blood seeping from her mouth, but her gaze remained fixed on Hazel’s face.

“Do you want to know?” Bessie burst into laughter. “Come closer, and I’ll tell you.” Her expression bordered on madness.

Hazel attempted to approach Bessie but was stopped by Cyril, who grabbed her arm. “I’ll handle this.”

Cyril gazed at Hazel, not wanting her to take another step. Bessie’s appearance was definitely not simple, and as the Alpha of The Iron Star Pack, Cyril needed to ensure the safety of every pack member.

“But…” Hazel wanted to say more, but she froze when she received Cyril’s icy glare.

In the end, Hazel nodded, choosing not to challenge Cyril further. This was Cyril’s territory, and any strange intruders should be dealt with by him. However, Hazel wasn’t certain if Cyril would share the truth with her. She also knew this wasn’t something she could resolve on her own.

Bessie’s hatred for her seemed inexplicable. She truly didn’t know this Bessie. So, where did this deep-seated animosity come from?

“Parrish, Rankin, lock her up in the dungeon for now,” Cyril instructed, addressing two tall men behind him. Hazel knew these men were Cyril’s personal guards.

“Yes, Alpha.” Parrish and Rankin walked over to Bessie, taking her from Eloise’s hands, binding her, and then leading her away.

Hazel continued to watch Bessie, who seemed unconcerned about her impending fate, her smile sinister.

“Today’s training ends here. Tomorrow, I’ll assign patrol tasks to each of you,” Cyril announced, and the others began to leave, discussing the recent events.

Hazel could see the smug expressions on Ada’s group of people, which left her speechless.

“Hazel, let’s go,” Eloise said, holding Hazel’s hand, unsure if Hazel had been frightened by the situation. Elmer stood by, looking at Hazel with concern. Hazel nodded, and the three of them left together.

Cyril watched Hazel’s departing figure, his lips tightly pursed. As an Alpha of the Pack, he wouldn’t overlook any possibilities. Bessie’s appearance was highly suspicious, and her unexplained attack on Hazel raised many questions.

Cyril couldn’t help but wonder if all of this was somehow related to those people…