Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

Hazel began trying to stand up, feeling vitality coursing through her body. She took the first step, then another. She looked at her hands, witnessing the disappearance of her once-dark self, replaced by a confident and powerful new life.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Stepping into the sunlight, Hazel saw everyone around her. She smiled, embraced her grandmother and Theo. Then, she turned to Cyril, gazing at the man with affection. Cyril pulled her into his arms, kissing her hair deeply, inhaling her scent.

“Hazel, you’re mine, the only companion.” Cyril couldn’t wait to express himself. The thought of Hawthorne from the dream was unbearable; he urgently wanted Hazel to know their relationship.

“I’ve felt it. Your voice in the dream has been waking me, Cyril. The Moon goddess has bound us together; we are each other’s only.” Hazel looked passionately at the robust man in front of her, seeing his once majestic face now worn and haggard with worry for her.

“A parchment scroll?” Kassandra noticed that the Moon goddess had given her a parchment scroll before disappearing, but its meaning eluded her. She tucked the scroll into her robe, planning to take it back to Solanum Castle for further study.

“Let’s go home.” Leading everyone out of the stone door, Kassandra took them back to the room above the secret chamber.

Fran entered the kitchen; everyone had gone without eating for a day and night, looking particularly worn out. Fran decided to make some hot soup and fry some lamb chops; she quickly started cooking.

The aroma wafted into the living room. Hazel sat at the dining table, looking forward to tasting her grandmother’s cooking again. Kassandra hoped to understand the secrets of the parchment scroll soon.

“Alpha Cyril, forgive me, but I have something to attend to. I need to return to Solanum Castle. You can enjoy everything in this house; it’s an old property of Aunt Fran’s.”

“Kassandra, thank you so much! We’ll stay in touch.” Cyril stood up, escorting Kassandra to the door.

“Hazel, although you’ve regained consciousness, you must follow the Moon goddess’s guidance and fulfill your mission.”

“I hear you, but I don’t know how to do it.” Hazel felt a bit helpless. While she now fully remembered her werewolf self, she had no idea how to shift between her states.

“Hey! Hazel! I missed you!” Rita reestablished a connection with Hazel, feeling very excited.

“Practice shifting your blood, child.” Kassandra took out a bottle of blue potion from her robe and handed it to Hazel.

“Follow Aunt Fran’s guidance; with the power of a witch, you can do it.”

Kassandra opened the door and left hastily. Hazel gazed at Kassandra’s retreating figure, lost in thought.

“Lunch is ready!” Fran brought out a pot of cream of mushroom soup and a large portion of lamb chops. After a meal-less day and night, they finally enjoyed a delicious lunch. Good food always brought vitality, and Hazel felt her body warming up.

After the meal, they returned to the Pack House. Hazel went to her room, picked up the bottle of blue potion, contemplating what Kassandra had said about shifting her blood. Though she had regained her werewolf state, her blood and memories occasionally went out of control, shifting back to her vampire state. It was evident that Hazel hadn’t fully mastered the power of a vampire.

“How have you been? I missed you.”

Cyril knocked on Hazel’s door, stepping into her space. His eyes were filled with desire, longing for everything Hazel. Hearing Cyril’s voice, Hazel placed the blue potion in the drawer.

Cyril got close, and Hazel could hear his breath. She smiled, caressing the man’s cheek.

“I missed you too.”

Hazel couldn’t resist lowering her head to look at his lips, reaching out to touch his muscular chest. Cyril, ignited by Hazel’s response, felt a surge throughout his body; his voice became husky.

“You have no idea how long I’ve endured, hoping to see you banter with me again.” Saying this, he met Hazel’s lips with a light bite, kissing her passionately. It was a kiss Cyril had never given Hazel before; he usually seized everything from her forcefully. This time, she felt a deep sense of affection. Hazel felt the warmth and stickiness of Cyril’s tongue, his mouth filled with his scent. The kiss was deep, almost robbing Hazel of her breath.

Cyril roared with excitement. His reaction made Hazel’s inner thighs feel damp.

“Look at me.” Cyril grabbed Hazel’s chin with his large hand. Hazel tore her gaze away from his soft lips, staring into his golden eyes. His gaze grew intense, and though his tone remained calm, desire flickered in his eyes.

“I will fight alongside you. You know, the Moon goddess has assigned us; we are destined for each other, Hazel.” His calm voice sent shivers down Hazel’s spine; she couldn’t help but tremble.

“So, what are you planning to do now?” When Cyril forcefully inserted his manhood between Hazel’s legs, she couldn’t help but speak sharply. As Hazel felt his hand glide over her vulva, she almost screamed in pleasure; ecstasy filled her mind, and her love juices flowed down her thighs.

Cyril smirked, starting to rub Hazel’s clitoris. Now, any words stuck in his throat; he could only emit low moans, reveling in the moment. Likewise, Hazel bit her lip, forcibly suppressing the moans in her throat.

Cyril moved his manhood against Hazel’s panties, and as his golden eyes never left hers, pleasure surged.

“Please.” Hazel felt an unprecedented joy. The word slipped out of her mouth, and she felt her legs shaking. Cyril felt the joy too; his pace quickened, and the two immersed themselves in the pleasure until the first climax.

“Mark me, Cyril.” Hazel wanted more, hoping Cyril could complete all the actions.

“I will, but we need to wait for the day the war ends. We deserve all the happiness.” Cyril kissed Hazel’s hair, got up to tuck her in, straightened his clothes, and left the room.