Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

Not long after, Darkmoon City returned to tranquility, and the battles between werewolves and vampires became a thing of the past.

Alpha Merric led the wolf pack back to The Swifting Moon Pack. Alpha Trnald and Alpha Cyril also successfully returned to their respective wolf packs.

“This farewell, who knows when we’ll meet again. But if there’s ever a need, you know we’ll always be allies.” Alpha Trnald sincerely embraced Cyril, his warmth reflecting his current mood.

Rebuilding the strength of the wolf pack would take a long time. In these days, he had to lead his wolf pack to live tenaciously.

Hawthorne returned to Bran Castle. By Hazel’s command, he became the acting king of the vampire kingdom. His state of mind became more peaceful than before.

“A vampire king?” He caressed the throne, a trace of lonely desolation crossing his heart.

Cyril and Hazel returned to The Iron Star Pack. The new day’s sun hung in the sky, and the sunflowers in Graymeen Manor’s garden thrived, as if welcoming Alpha’s smooth return.

“Our swearing-in ceremony is yet to come.”

At night, Cyril entered Hazel’s room. He lay in Hazel’s arms and spoke.

“Hazel, I love you. I want to be with you forever.”

Hazel was taken aback by this unexpected confession. She hadn’t expected the cold and ruthless Cyril to have such a moment.

Hazel chuckled, feeling Cyril’s sincerity.

“I love you too,” Hazel admitted. “I belong to you forever.”

The swearing-in ceremony took place in Graymeen Manor. The residents of The Iron Star Pack gathered in the estate, marveling at the luxurious manor and eagerly anticipating their new Luna.

In the presence of everyone, Cyril and Hazel stood on the garden stage, exchanging vows.

“Cyril, I am willing to be your mate, forever loyal to you, in poverty or wealth, in sickness or health, until death do us part,” Hazel swore.

“Cyril, I am willing to be your mate, forever loving you. I am willing to stand by you through any difficulties until the last moment of my life,” Cyril vowed.

They embraced deeply, then kissed each other, symbolizing their eternal love.

In the banquet hall of the manor, people celebrated their Luna and Alpha. In the dance floor, people waltzed gracefully, and the music filled the entire hall.

Cyril and Hazel stood in the center of the dance floor, hand in hand, dancing. Their faces were filled with smiles of happiness, and their gazes toward each other were filled with deep love.

Hawthorne, along with some vampires, also attended the celebration. He noticed that Hazel’s vampire mark had completely disappeared. He knew her heart now belonged entirely to Cyril, and Hawthorne found peace in his heart.

After the swearing-in ceremony, Cyril and Hazel stood in the center of the stage. Cyril held a microphone, and as people saw him preparing to speak, they crowded around the front of the stage, emitting howls of excitement. Vampires stood elegantly in front of the stage.

“I want to thank each and every one of you for being here,” Cyril addressed the crowd, his voice low and resolute.

“Our Pack went through months of battles, finally ushering in a peaceful and stable period. As the Alpha of The Iron Star Pack, I feel immensely gratified. Now, I’ve found my destined mate-Hazel Moen. She has a unique lineage, being a Hybrid. But as you can see, neither lineage nor race has separated us. The moon goddess is a kind and fair deity, treating every race equally, bestowing upon us the same love. Our Luna-her power combines the strengths of three races, making her incredibly powerful. The world has changed, and so must our perspective on it. Whether vampire, werewolf, or Hybrid, we hope to fully respect and understand each other’s existence. I trust my mate completely, and all I ask of the members of The Iron Star Pack is that you can trust me and Luna fully, giving her the same respect as you would your family.”Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Alpha Cyril’s speech was sincere and heartfelt, and almost every member of The Iron Star Pack genuinely felt the joy of having a new Luna. They firmly believed Hazel could lead the Pack to greater heights.

Over a year ago, Hazel welcomed her wolf back to her hometown. The first time she encountered Alpha Cyril, she felt disdain for this arrogant guy. However, witnessing Alpha Cyril take over The Setting Moon Pack with his formidable strength, she ignored this powerful and arrogant Alpha’s arbitrary actions. Gradually, beneath the overpowering strength of Alpha Cyril, she fell in love with this man, and coincidentally, he was her destined one.

Later, an unexpected twist revealed her identity as a Hybrid. The mixture of vampire blood in her veins, the blood of ancient vampire enemies, made Hazel uneasy.

However, standing on the stage of Graymeen Manor, holding Cyril’s hand, she deeply felt a connection that belonged only to her and Cyril. She already belonged entirely to Cyril, and regardless of her race and identity, they would steadfastly move forward.

She remembered the words Cyril once said to her: “You are a gift in my life, Hazel. I will cherish you forever.” She knew Cyril was also the most important person in her life.

Amidst the celebration, Cyril and Hazel stood in the center of the dance floor, their gazes meeting, and their hearts communicating with each other. Despite the changing world around them, their love remained eternal.

In the brilliantly lit banquet hall that evening, with music playing, people laughed and danced. Cyril and Hazel stood there, feeling incredibly happy and content. Their love had undergone tests and challenges, and now, it finally obtained the happiness that belonged to them.

Hawthorne approached, offering his blessings and hugging Hazel.

“If I can’t be your lover, I hope as your relative, your cousin, your servant, to sincerely offer my blessings to you, Hazel. You must be happy.”

Hazel looked into his shimmering heterochromatic eyes, and this man in front of her, just like the first time they met, bestowed all his tenderness upon her.

All vampires followed Hawthorne, blessing their queen together.

In the garden of the manor, Hawthorne led the vampires in singing a song of blessing for their queen Hazel. Their voices were elegant and harmonious, resembling a beautiful symphony.

“Bless you, our queen Hazel,” Hawthorne said lastly. “May your life be filled with happiness and joy.”

Hazel looked at them, filled with gratitude. She knew she had achieved it, and an era of peace and diversity was about to arrive.

Alpha Cyril once again cradled her face, passionately kissing his Luna.