Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

After the training session, the two couples, Parrish and their spouses, left the training field. They had their own lounge, and the four of them headed there to rest, while Hazel and Cyril remained on the training field, locking eyes.

Hazel sat on a bench, unsure of what to say. She had realized that her strength was far below Cyril’s. She used to believe that she could hold her own against Cyril in a few rounds of sparring, thinking it would prove her strength. But now it seemed that Cyril might not have exerted much effort; he had been going easy on her. This realization made Hazel realize she needed to intensify her training.

“Cyril, let’s have a talk in your office,” Hazel said as she stood up from the bench. She had adjusted her mood. Her abilities may not be enough now, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t grow.

Cyril felt she no longer needed consolation. They both walked to Cyril’s office. Cyril opened the massive oak door to his office, and it was quiet inside. He turned on the lights and placed the box containing notes on his desk.

“What do you want to talk to me about?” Cyril sat down in his office chair, his expression serious. He didn’t want it to be what he suspected.

“I don’t want Carlotta and Viola following me around all the time,” Hazel spoke softly, sounding uncertain.

In truth, Hazel had just gone through a training session, and she had come to terms with her capabilities. She understood Cyril’s decision to have Carlotta and Viola protect her, but she still wanted to stand up for herself.

“Hazel, this is not just about you,” Cyril’s pupils darkened instantly, and he stood up, walking towards Hazel. She could clearly feel the anger radiating from him.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Cyril was emotionless; he still didn’t know the purpose of this mysterious force. He didn’t know if they were targeting Hazel alone, the entire town, or perhaps even him. Cyril had to ensure everyone’s safety, and Hazel was now clearly the most important person to protect. He couldn’t allow Hazel to be exposed to this group without taking any action.

“I only need ten minutes to go to Eloise’s house. Do they have to accompany me?” Hazel didn’t understand. She just wanted to have her own space, didn’t she have the right to do that? Cyril had no authority over this.

“What if something happens within those ten minutes?” Cyril calmly raised this question, wanting to hear what Hazel had to say. “Who will guarantee your safety during that time?”

No one would know what would happen within those ten minutes. Just as he didn’t know how many people were hidden in his Pack, all Cyril could do was try to arrange everything as carefully as possible.

Even though he was the Alpha of the largest Pack in the world, Cyril had to remain cautious in the face of unknown risks.

Faced with Cyril’s questioning, Hazel fell silent. She didn’t know how to respond, and she tightly bit her lower lip.

“Hazel, you should understand that this is a unique situation,” Cyril said, surprisingly patient. He had been drawn to Hazel from the moment he first met her. Her defiant nature had only made her stand out more, and she wasn’t like other girls in town who flattered him. She enjoyed challenging his commands, and he found that invigorating.

If another girl had spoken to him in this manner, they might not have left his office so easily.

“I just hope I don’t have to be watched all the time,” Hazel sighed deeply. She knew Cyril wouldn’t agree so easily.

“I’ll make sure they don’t stay too close to you,” Cyril said, looking at Hazel. She seemed to have lost all her liveliness. Perhaps losing her freedom weighed heavily on her.

“Cyril, if you were targeted, would you willingly make yourself bait?” Hazel questioned. Cyril would never abandon his Pack, but would he willingly put himself in danger?

“I would,” Cyril answered without hesitation.

Hazel gazed directly into Cyril’s eyes. His gaze was deep, devoid of fear. For the first time, Hazel understood that Cyril was truly willing to sacrifice himself for the Pack.

Even if he might die, he was ready for it.

“Hazel, I am an Alpha. I would fight to the last moment for my Pack,” Cyril’s words were sincere and earnest. Hazel didn’t know what to feel at that moment, but she knew that her heart was beating for Alpha Cyril.

“If you’re willing to die, Cyril,” Hazel approached him, unable to control her racing heart, “I’ll let Carlotta and Viola stay with me.”

Cyril was thinking about the entire Pack, and maybe Hazel shouldn’t be so headstrong.

“Did you only receive this note last night?” Cyril skillfully changed the topic. He believed Hazel was a smart person and wouldn’t dwell on this matter further.

“Yes, and they called it a game,” Hazel responded angrily. It was utterly ridiculous. To them, the deaths of five Pack members were just a game. But what if they wanted to play more games? Would that result in more deaths? The mere thought of it tormented Hazel.

Cyril held the note tightly in his hand. He felt provoked.

“These notes are like clues. They’ve been watching you since you set foot in the town,” Cyril’s eyes grew even darker. It was as though he could see someone secretly scheming in the shadows, and they were all entangled in this unknown plan.

Who were these people?

“They knew you’d return to town, and perhaps it’s someone you know well,” Cyril spoke again. Judging from the information conveyed in the notes, the person who left them had definitely had previous contact with Hazel.

Hazel thought of Putnam, who had been standing beneath her window the previous night with a strange expression. She hadn’t previously suspected Putnam’s motives for returning to town, but the timing of his return was suspicious.

She had met and fallen in love with Putnam during their school days, though that was a long time ago. Her impression of Putnam had always been gentle. Could people really change?

“Cyril, I have to tell you that Putnam returned to town a long time ago,” Hazel looked at Cyril. Perhaps she should have revealed this sooner.

When Hazel had encountered Putnam, her mind had been blank, unable to recall those events. More likely, Hazel was unwilling to speculate maliciously about Putnam’s return. Although she no longer felt anything for him.

“Are you only telling me now?” Cyril’s gaze was both dark and deep. “I asked you before, did you forget?”

He had known about Putnam’s return for some time, but when he had questioned Hazel, she had refused to speak about their past. The feeling had angered him, yet he had been powerless.

He couldn’t be sure of the place Putnam held in Hazel’s heart, just as he couldn’t determine how special Hazel was to him.

“He was standing beneath my window last night, and it felt strange,” Hazel had always trusted her instincts. Putnam’s behavior last night had been off, and she wondered if recent events were connected to him.

“I’ll have someone keep an eye on him.” Putnam’s name didn’t appear on Theo’s list of retrieved personnel; his arrival had been discreet.

“And Fiona’s injuries, I find them suspicious,” Hazel didn’t elaborate. She could guarantee that if she mentioned Putnam again, Cyril wouldn’t be polite with her. But now was not the time for recklessness.

She could feel how special she was to Cyril, but she still expected a partner of her own. Perhaps Cyril would have his own partner. Werewolves couldn’t freely choose their mates, and Hazel didn’t want things to escalate beyond control.

“Rankin has already briefed me; we’ll have someone check it out,” Cyril spoke, and Hazel nodded.

“And the woman who attacked Fiona.” Hazel didn’t know who the woman that had attacked Fiona was, but her intentions weren’t pure.

Cyril’s lips tightened into a thin line. He didn’t know how many more events were in store. Fiona’s injuries were unusual, and everything was shrouded in mystery. Cyril and Hazel didn’t yet comprehend the extent of the situation.

A vast web had ensnared everyone. Hazel didn’t know when she would escape this cage, but she knew that true danger was fast approaching.

No, it was the danger to the entire Pack.