Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

Cyril always pushed people to these difficult choices, and Hazel understood that residing in Cyril’s manor would indeed reduce the chances of danger. However, she had no idea how the townsfolk would talk about her, nor how much trouble she might face. After all, she would be living with a powerful Alpha, which could potentially stir jealousy in some.

She never expected things to escalate to this point.

“You’ve always decided things that no one can defy, haven’t you, dear Alpha?” Hazel’s tone grew cold.

Cyril sensed the anger emanating from Hazel, who was unwilling to accept this outcome, but Cyril had his own plans.

Hazel was unaware that some matters had already gone beyond her expectations.

A massive conspiracy loomed over all the Packs, not just The Iron Star Pack.

“Hazel, you’re the one who dares to defy my orders,” Cyril’s expression turned dark, his gaze unwavering.

“I just want to stay in my own home,” Hazel argued.

She had already compromised numerous times. In front of Cyril, she never had much say. Initially, Cyril had rejected her involvement in this plan. Then, he had sent Carlotta and Viola to protect her. Now, he was requesting that she move into his manor. None of it had been her own choice.

“Hazel, I have to ensure your safety,” Cyril’s eyes burned with intensity, and he stared at Hazel, ignoring the surprised gazes of those around them. He paid no mind to anyone’s judgment and only hoped that Hazel would understand.

“You don’t trust that I can protect myself,” Hazel retorted.

“Just like tonight, right?” Cyril spoke again, his face remaining impassive.

“I escaped danger!” Hazel roared, moving closer to Cyril.

“If it weren’t for Hawthorne’s intervention, you might have been in grave peril,” Cyril could feel himself teetering on the edge of anger.

Hazel never seemed to learn how to speak properly. She had a thousand ways to infuriate him. Although he didn’t want to admit it, without Hawthorne’s help tonight, Hazel would truly have been in danger. Yet Hazel clearly didn’t realize her current circumstances.

“If I move into your manor, what about my family?” Hazel thought of her grandmother. How would she discuss this with her?

“Listen, I will send people to protect your family,” Cyril continued, “But you must move into my manor.”

Hazel looked directly at Cyril, his tone making it impossible to refuse.

“No, I can’t leave my family,” Hazel shook her head.

What if her grandmother was in danger? What if Gerard couldn’t get to her grandmother in time?

Hazel couldn’t fathom the emotions she’d experience if her grandmother faced danger.

“The most dangerous one is you, Hazel,” Cyril said sternly. He never knew he had this much patience. “Staying with them is the most dangerous option.”

Theo stood nearby, attentively listening to their conversation. He could sense Alpha Cyril restraining his anger, while Hazel continued to challenge his authority. No Alpha would appreciate a pack member continually defying orders, and Hazel was clearly the first and most audacious one.

In the battle against The Setting Moon Pack, Theo was keenly aware of Cyril’s power. On the battlefield, Cyril possessed formidable strength that sent shivers down the spines of his opponents. He was decisive and resolute, and no one wished to engage him directly. His guard was equally formidable, and every step they took resonated with awe-inspiring authority.

Theo couldn’t comprehend why his sister, Hazel, had constantly provoked Alpha Cyril and yet managed to survive. There was only one possibility that Theo could think of-Alpha Cyril had a special consideration for Hazel, making her an exception.

But if Theo remained silent, he didn’t know how far things would escalate.

“Hazel, move in,” Theo looked at Hazel, “I’ll take care of our grandmother.”

Hazel frowned, puzzled about why her brother wasn’t taking her side, but she understood that Cyril had a point.

“Are you serious, Theo?” Hazel tugged at Theo’s clothes, not sure if her brother was genuinely deciding to support her in this.

“I’m very serious,” Theo patted Hazel’s shoulder, “You need protection, at least for now.”

Moving into Alpha Cyril’s manor would certainly reduce many of Hazel’s troubles.

Hazel bit her lower lip, glancing at Cyril but not speaking.

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“I’ll give you two days to pack,” Cyril spoke again, his voice turning ice-cold. He seemed genuinely angry.

Hazel felt a shiver run down her spine. It was her wolf quivering with fear.

“Hazel, I hope you don’t provoke Alpha any further,” Rita said in Hazel’s mind.

“He’s just too domineering,” Hazel grumbled.

“Maybe you should understand how dangerous your situation is now,” Rita didn’t agree with Hazel. Rita had a natural response to Cyril; she couldn’t go against her nature and had to obey her Alpha. However, Hazel was rebellious, ignoring rules, not caring about boundaries, and only following her own choices. Rita was concerned for Hazel’s safety and saw no issue with Alpha’s decision.

“Yes, Alpha,” Theo responded.

Hazel didn’t respond but didn’t continue to argue either. It was clear she accepted the proposal.

A proposal she had no real choice in.

“Continue searching everything nearby. Ensure nothing is missed,” Cyril’s voice grew deep, issuing an order that no one could defy.

“Yes, Alpha.” Everyone obeyed their Alpha’s command. They trusted and respected their Alpha.

Except for a little she-wolf throwing a tantrum. She crossed her arms, leaning against the wall, sulking in discontent.

Cyril’s gaze remained on Hazel. If they were not on the street, but in his manor, Hazel likely wouldn’t have had the chance to get out of bed. Her eyes shimmered in the dark night. Cyril hadn’t forgotten the first time he’d been drawn to her.

“If those people can’t find you, would tonight have happened?” Cyril moved closer to Hazel, his eyes fixed on her.

Hazel fell silent, unsure of how to respond to Cyril’s statement because it left her speechless.

If those people hadn’t spotted Hazel on the street, she wouldn’t have been attacked, and Carlotta and Viola wouldn’t have been endangered. After all, those people’s target was herself.

“But will moving into your manor solve all the problems?” Clearly, it wouldn’t. Hazel didn’t want to stir up more trouble, nor did she want to become the target of jealousy among the girls in the small town. Living with Alpha Cyril would likely earn her the resentment of many.

Hazel recalled the time she was with Putnam. He was a campus heartthrob, possessing the kind of looks that drove girls crazy. Every time he attended a class, Putnam’s desk was filled with love letters, or there were countless confessions made to his face.

When Putnam declared he was with Hazel, those girls regarded her as a thorn in their side. They constantly targeted Hazel, making her feel miserable. She had never imagined she would go through such experiences.

So, when Cyril made this request, Hazel simply didn’t want a repeat of those unpleasant events.

“At least it can temporarily ensure nothing happens to you,” Cyril spoke, his demeanor seemingly sincere.

Hazel didn’t respond anymore. Though Cyril had a point, she didn’t feel like talking now. She leaned against the wall, her complexion less than perfect.

“Alpha, no findings,” Parrish approached Cyril.

Cyril pursed his lips, his gaze scanning every corner of the street. He didn’t overlook any place within sight.

“It’s not that there were no findings,” Cyril walked to the corner of the wall, a place that everyone had overlooked.

That piece of paper had appeared right next to Hazel, and now it had been discovered.

Hazel had stood there for quite some time without noticing a note at her feet, as if it had materialized out of thin air.

“A note,” Cyril picked the note up from the ground.

“What does it say?” Hazel furrowed her brows. She remembered nothing being near her feet a moment ago, so who had left this note here?

Cyril unfolded the paper, and Hazel leaned in to examine it.

Mutts should disappear from the world, right?