Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

Upon hearing Hazel’s words, Cyril ceased the movements of his fingers. He withdrew them from Hazel’s body, his fingers glistening with her secretions. Cyril got up from Hazel’s body and walked over to the desk, grabbing a tissue to clean his fingers with interest.

Hazel watched Cyril’s actions with confusion. “You stopped,” she said, not understanding why Cyril had abruptly paused, which left her feeling somewhat frustrated.

“Are you anticipating it? Anticipating that I’ll take you?” Cyril moved to the sofa, towering over Hazel as she sat there. Her cheeks were flushed, her panties discarded to the side, and Cyril was still naked.

“What do you want to say?” Hazel realized how absurd the situation was. She was, indeed, anticipating Cyril.

“Come here.” Cyril returned to his office chair, not bothering to put on his clothes. His eyes remained fixed on Hazel’s legs, knowing that it wouldn’t take much to reveal her most intimate areas.

Hazel got up from the sofa, uncertain about Cyril’s intentions. What had just transpired had exceeded her expectations, and she had surprisingly requested that Alpha Cyril take her. This was entirely unexpected.

Cyril saw Hazel approaching, and his gaze deepened. He pulled her closer, brushing her brown hair back.

“Hazel, what are you thinking?” Hazel looked at Cyril, not understanding what he wanted now. She was acutely aware of the warmth between her thighs, still anticipating, but if Cyril didn’t take action soon, she would leave.

“Do you get impatient too? Aren’t you the one who enjoys defying Alpha’s commands?” Cyril chuckled and looked at Hazel, who was filled with rebellion.

Hazel heard Cyril’s words and attempted to turn away, believing that he was just seeking retribution. He definitely was!NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

“Without my command, you’ll stay put here,” Cyril ordered as he quickly got up and pressed Hazel against his desk. He smacked her behind a few times, making her cheeks turn red, and her body responded even more.

Cyril’s touch had aroused her and increased her excitement, but she was perplexed by the entire situation.

“I told you, I want you. You stopped.” Hazel turned her head to see Cyril behind her. He held her hands and pressed his naked body against her from the rear.

“Hazel, you need to learn to obey my commands.” Cyril lifted Hazel’s ultra-short skirt, placing his erect member between her buttocks, but not penetrating.

Hazel found it hard to endure, her body quivering, and she writhed in frustration. She wanted Cyril to take her, and she expressed her dissatisfaction by squirming.

“Cyril, I’ve had enough,” Hazel felt her senses heightened, her vagina pulsating and craving more, but Cyril wasn’t entering her.

“I hope you now understand how it feels to defy a command, Hazel. This isn’t the first time.” Cyril released Hazel’s hands and dressed without displaying any emotions.

“I understand now,” Hazel still glared at Cyril. He had indeed taught her a significant lesson. Her buttocks were red, but the area she truly desired to be filled remained unsatisfied.

Hazel put on her panties and straightened her clothes. She was sure that Cyril wouldn’t do anything more to her. Her thoughts left her feeling somewhat dejected. She looked at Cyril, who still had a look of desire in his eyes. It indicated that Cyril also had desires for her body, which intrigued Hazel.

“Hazel, remember what you said,” Cyril’s lips curled into a mischievous smile.

“I think I’ll remember, Cyril, but give me back the ring,” Hazel didn’t forget the main issue; she had to retrieve her ring.

When the ring was mentioned, Cyril’s expression became serious. The appearance of that ring was indeed bizarre, and there were details he needed to investigate.

“Are you sure you last placed it in the drawer and didn’t wear it again?” Cyril’s expression darkened. If Hazel’s words were true, it meant someone had silently entered her room without her knowledge.

“I’m sure. I asked Theo and Grandma, and they both said they hadn’t seen it,” Hazel said, feeling a bit helpless. The situation was indeed strange, and she hoped Cyril could uncover the truth.

“Is there no other scent in your room?” Cyril tapped his fingers on the table, leaving no detail unchecked. This matter now involved Hazel.

“None,” Hazel felt like she was missing something but couldn’t recall it.

“Hazel, you are the prime suspect now,” Cyril spoke sternly. Although he wasn’t certain that Hazel was involved in Bessie’s death, it was clear that someone was targeting her.

“I told you, Bessie’s death has nothing to do with me,” Hazel glared at Cyril. She didn’t want to say more.

“I mean you’ll be a subject of suspicion. Everyone in the Pack will have their speculations about you,” Cyril exhibited an unusual amount of patience.

“Keep the ring here for now, Hazel. When the truth comes to light, I’ll return it to you,” Cyril nodded, unwilling to give the ring back at the moment, despite understanding Hazel’s concerns.

“But it’s my ring, a precious gift from my father,” Hazel was happy to have it back, but Cyril wouldn’t return it yet, even though she understood his concerns.

“Hazel, it’s evidence,” Cyril’s voice grew stern as he reminded her of her promise. As the Alpha of the Pack, he couldn’t show bias. Bringing Hazel back to his office was already a significant concession, and he knew the consequences of this situation spreading through the Pack. A member had died under mysterious circumstances, and it would cause unrest.

Hazel furrowed her brows. She knew Cyril wouldn’t return the ring to her for now, and she had no other options.

“May I leave now?” Hazel chose to compromise. When Parrish handed over the ring, she had a bad feeling that something had exceeded her imagination.

“You can leave,” Cyril said.

Hazel didn’t linger any longer. She left Cyril’s office, hoping that the scent of her recent excitement wouldn’t be noticed by others.

After Hazel left, Cyril took out the pearl ring again, examining it closely. He could only detect Hazel’s scent on it, with no traces of other wolves. How had Hazel’s ring ended up in the woods?

Cyril recalled the group of individuals they had encountered earlier while escaping. Could it be them? If it was, what could be their motive for framing Hazel?

“Parrish,” Cyril called out to the door.

Parrish pushed open the massive oak door and entered Cyril’s office. He responded, “Yes, Alpha.”

“Parrish, starting tomorrow, you and Rankin will expand the patrol range. Also, arrange for additional members to take shifts at the training grounds,” Cyril’s voice was stern, his expression icy. He needed to be prepared.

Perhaps something had infiltrated his pack.