Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

Hazel and Cyril rushed into the combat arena, carrying the injured Elmer and Rex away.

“Congratulations to you!” Putnam followed closely, taunting the four blood-soaked individuals.

“What an interesting match, losing isn’t a big deal.” Hawthorne glanced at the bloody scene, the smell of blood permeating the entire arena, exciting him.

“May the best man win; you can leave now.”

“But, we may not be so lucky next time. Alpha Cyril.” Putnam stood beside Hawthorne, reminding, but Hawthorne’s thoughts were on Hazel.

Hazel was immersed in the thick scent of blood. Excitement lowered her blood temperature, spreading throughout her body. Hazel’s eyes shifted from ocean blue to blood red; everything seemed to slow down, a familiar coldness washing over her.

“Hazel, calm down-” Rita reminded Hazel.

But her words had no effect. Darkness enveloped Hazel, and in her mind echoed the call of “blood, blood, blood…”

Hazel’s stomach spasmed, her brain filled with the scent of fresh blood. She suddenly realized she was about to be consumed by the darkness. In the dark, Hazel distinctly felt Hawthorne’s presence; her body craved him, yet her mind resisted.

Conflicting thoughts filled Hazel’s mind. She didn’t understand why she only saw Hawthorne in the darkness.

“My dear queen, your skill summoned me.”

Hawthorne was close to Hazel, a strand of her hair twirled by his fingers. His thin lips moved slightly. “You don’t understand the abilities of purebloods. You’re easily tempted by blood, my dear sister.”

“It seems Cluad still doesn’t fully comprehend your power.” Hawthorne licked Hazel’s mark, his heterochromatic eyes dimming.

“Your power is shrouded in darkness, but this power comes at the cost of your life.”

“Stay away from me.” Hazel’s blood boiled; she seemed to gain control over the vampire blood from the recent shift.

Rita appeared in her mind, sometimes fading. “Control yourself, Hazel. Ignore the darkness.”

“Reject him, reject him!”

However, Hazel’s body uncontrollably desired Hawthorne’s comfort. She craved blood, especially Hawthorne’s. Hawthorne’s hands roamed over Hazel; his fingers were long and graceful, his exposed collarbone and neck alluring.

“Tell me what you want.”

Hawthorne’s deep voice seduced Hazel. He seized both of Hazel’s wrists, pressing her against the stone wall. Watching her distressed appearance, eyes seductive like a blooming wild rose.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Hazel stared at Hawthorne’s neck veins, her legs climbing up his waist. The heat from the throbbing veins made her pant, occasionally sticking out her tongue to moisten her dry lips. Her fair skin turned red from the heat.

“I want… I want your blood… Give me… blood…”

Hawthorne looked at Hazel’s state; his throat tightened, and he felt a bit heated. This Hazel now resembled a mating female dog; Hawthorne had never seen her in this state.

Even his usually gentle self couldn’t resist grabbing her buttocks, kissing Hazel passionately.

Hawthorne’s kiss slowly traveled from her forehead to the tip of her nose, then to her ear and neck. His kiss was entirely different from Cyril’s, gentle yet icy.

Hazel’s face flushed crimson, her entire body radiating unremitting heat. But her spirit suffered a significant blow; she didn’t want Hawthorne near her. She felt Hawthorne’s right hand wander to her waist, his left hand restraining hers. Tears streamed down her face, a mix of longing for blood and a sobbing acknowledgment of betraying Cyril.

“Stay away from me, Hawthorne…”

Hazel’s spirit grew stronger, and she became filled with a murderous aura. However, her body clamped onto Hawthorne’s neck, and as her fangs pierced his veins, her heart pounded violently. Hawthorne burst into maniacal laughter, relishing the pain induced by Hazel’s sucking.

“My good girl, drink.”

Hawthorne’s hand caressed Hazel’s hair, his heterochromatic eyes turning cold. The sweet taste of blood moistened Hazel’s veins; she regained some consciousness, regaining control.

When she realized she was biting Hawthorne, she immediately stopped, pushing him away. Hazel distanced herself from the darkness, and her surroundings came back into focus.

Cyril stared in shock at Hazel, now with a mouth full of blood, anger welling up in his heart. Hawthorne looked satisfied, observing Cyril’s fury.

“Hazel’s ability is tantalizing; I won’t give up easily,” Hawthorne declared. With that, he wiped the blood off his neck, licked his bloodied fingers, and transformed into a bat, leaving. Soon after, Putnam left the underground arena, disgruntled.

“What have you done?” Cyril roared, his eyes fixed on Hazel.

Hazel, frozen, stood still, tears streaming down her face.

“I submitted to the blood, summoned the darkness…”

At that moment, Elmer, who was slightly awake, grabbed Hazel’s hand. Just a moment ago, he thought he would die in the darkness, not realizing Hazel created it.

Elmer stood up, panting for breath, and weakly said, “Let’s go. There might be more fighters coming in soon.”

They rushed out through the door at the end of the room, entering a damp alley. It was pouring rain, washing away the blood and making them less conspicuous.

“Queen, I’m afraid I can’t leave with you.” Claud pushed the unconscious Rex onto Cyril.

He squinted at Hazel, thinking about everything that just happened. After Claud left, disappearing into Hohensalzburg Castle, they quickly left the street to avoid unnecessary trouble, returning to Hazel’s underground dwelling.

“Hazel, stop crying.” Cyril’s anger faded, replaced by concern for Hazel.

“I can’t-I almost killed everyone for blood.”

Hazel’s exhausted eyes were bloodshot, recalling everything that happened. Tempted by Hawthorne’s blood, she activated the skill to summon darkness. In simple terms, Hazel’s vampire skill was the ability to summon darkness, a force capable of devouring all life. Hawthorne, as Hazel’s marked vampire partner, remained unaffected.

“But you woke up in time, good girl.” Cyril hugged Hazel tightly, though he felt a heavy weight in his heart.

Elmer explored the entire underground, discovering an empty bedroom. He dragged his heavy body, lifting Rex and settling him into the coffin in the empty room.

The scene seemed eerie-a werewolf sleeping in a coffin, yet he still breathed.

Rex had only fallen into a deep sleep.

After Elmer washed off the excess blood in the bathroom, he walked into the living room, naked, and lifted his weary eyes to gaze at Hazel, letting out a long sigh.

“There doesn’t seem to be any spare clothes around here.”

His somewhat casual remark made Hazel chuckle, and then she pointed to the room where Rex lay.

“Claud’s clothes are there. You can put them on if you don’t mind.”

Cyril furrowed his brows. He hadn’t expected Claud to have a room in this underground place. The thought of Claud and Hazel once living under the same roof left him feeling quite displeased.

He looked at Hazel, his eyes darkening.