Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

Hazel completely lost her sanity; her blood was boiling furiously, her eyes and brain filled to the brim, almost on the verge of bursting. Her nails became even sharper. Her head ached as if it were about to explode. She screamed or rather roared, swinging her arms towards Cyril’s chest.

Her wide-open mouth was shut forcefully by Cyril’s powerful hands, rendering her voiceless. The roar got stuck in her burning throat, making her more furious, as if she wanted to tear Cyril in front of her.

“Hazel, control yourself!”

Sharp claws tore through Cyril’s chest, and the smell of blood wafted into her nostrils. Hazel became excited; she craved blood. Her blood-red eyes doubled in size when she saw the blood flowing from Cyril. Blood vessels filled her eyes as she opened her mouth wide, making a growling sound.

“Blood… I… want… blood…”

Hazel’s fangs were exposed, and she urgently pressed her face against Cyril’s chest, intending to bite into his bleeding flesh. Cyril strained to increase the distance between them; he hadn’t expected Hazel’s strength to become so formidable. Cyril used one hand to clamp Hazel’s neck and the other to pin her to the ground, trying to restrict her movements.

Hazel, lying on the ground, wildly thrashed her uncontrollable body. Her claws seized Cyril’s arms, embedding into his bones, making a crunching sound as Cyril’s blood oozed out.

The increasingly intense smell of blood made Cyril feel he could barely withstand this force. Cyril sensed that Hazel had fully shifted; she was no longer a simple she-wolf.

Fran, witnessing Hazel’s transformation, immediately ran over. Seeing Hazel’s appearance, her eyes widened, but she was more astonished by Cyril’s painful expression. She couldn’t believe that even the most powerful Alpha couldn’t stop Hazel.

“Child, control your anger! Don’t let it dominate you.”

“Hazel! Control!” Fran guided Hazel like a sage. She quickly took out a wand from her pocket, muttering an incantation, chanting a string of spells into Hazel’s mind.

Afterward, Hazel’s pain subsided. Her boiling blood was quickly extinguished, and her bones and flesh stopped their uproar. Her brain began to calm down, but she soon lost consciousness, her body falling into a deep sleep.

“Witch and Hybrid? Fran is a witch?”

The surrounding werewolves were shocked by the scene. They had never thought that there was a witch lineage in their Pack. However, their disgust for vampires overshadowed everything, and they did not show any hostility towards Fran. Instead, they were relieved that a witch appeared at this critical moment to help them deal with the Hybrid’s madness.

Cyril didn’t have time to explain all of this. He lifted the unconscious Hazel into his arms and quickly ran back to the Pack House. Only when he returned to Hazel’s room did he gently place her on the bed. Watching Hazel sleeping, Cyril’s expression was complex. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. This she-wolf had nearly killed him?

Cyril, always confident in himself, had never been successfully challenged by any wolf. The scars on his body were medals of his victories. However, Hazel’s recent attack had left him feeling somewhat strained. He hadn’t expected Hazel’s strength to be so overwhelming. If it weren’t for him facing Hazel, she might have been another corpse under someone else’s claws.

If Fran hadn’t arrived in time, he might truly have been killed.

The Iron Star Pack, the most powerful wolf pack in the world. If their Alpha were to be killed, the werewolf world might plunge into chaos! Cyril would not allow such a thing to happen.

Cyril, the most powerful Alpha, had healed from all his wounds, leaving only a few scratches. However, outside the Pack House, various leaders of the Werewolf Alliance had gathered, shocked and angry about everything that happened in the training ground. They needed an explanation, a convincing reason.

“Cyril! Your Pack actually has a vampire Hybrid?” questioned Alpha Osiston.

“I won’t ally with a wolf pack that has vampire blood.”

Alpha Osiston’s loud voice stirred the emotions of the surrounding werewolves. They hated vampires and responded with howls in support of Osiston’s statement.

“Cyril is the most powerful Alpha; he has always been upright. I believe he will handle this Hybrid correctly,” Alpha Eric spoke out amid the opposing voices. He had confidence in Cyril because he had witnessed Cyril’s powerful strength when his own Pack faced a crisis. Eric knew Cyril needed support now, and he had to stand up for him.

“Our alliance is unbreakable,” Alpha Trnald also stood up. He had always believed in Cyril’s strength.

Two distinctly different voices emerged within the wolf pack, but Cyril wasn’t prepared to explain. He was still observing Hazel’s condition, hoping she would regain her sanity and wake up normally.

“Cyril, you have to give an explanation,” Alpha Merric chose to wait and see, not wanting to offend either side. But his words were authoritative, quieting all voices. Everyone expected Cyril to step forward and provide an explanation.

However, the first to come out of the room was not Cyril but Fran.

Fran walked into the gathering of werewolves outside the Pack House, holding her wand high and speaking loudly to the wolf pack.

“Hazel is not an ordinary Hybrid; she is a child blessed by the gods!”

“Her mother, my daughter, is a child born from the union of a wolf and a witch.”

“Her father, the master of all vampires, is a pure-blood vampire.”

“So, Hazel is a unique child, born with the blood of all spirits gathered.”

“The gods have bestowed the most powerful force upon a Hybrid! A Hybrid, the species you despise the most, surpassing all of you. I cannot deny the hatred between werewolves and vampires. But you know nothing about power; you are blinded by hatred, truly foolish!”

Fran’s words silenced all the werewolves; they looked at Fran warily, speculating the truth of her words.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Wolves won’t lose to vampires!”

“Only pure blood can be recognized by the gods. Damn it, a witch is talking nonsense.”

“No, witches can foresee the future. What she says might be right.”

“I believe Hazel’s power just now was formidable; she might truly be blessed by the gods.”

“A Hybrid with three bloodlines, unprecedented.”

Suddenly, the wolf pack erupted in discussions, arguing about Hazel’s existence, with no one able to reach a conclusion.

“Quiet!” Cyril spoke up.

“The Iron Star Pack never abandons any great warrior, regardless of their bloodline purity.”

“I will forever protect Hazel; she is a crucial member of The Iron Star Pack.”

Cyril’s gaze swept sharply over every werewolf, his eyes filled with oppression. A powerful aura emanated from him, causing all werewolves to feel immense pressure; they were gasping for breath, trembling throughout.

“Yes, my Alpha.”

“Following the Alpha.”

In the wolf pack, some werewolves who couldn’t withstand Cyril’s aura quickly submitted to him. However, Alpha Osiston and his pack had no intention of accepting Hazel. Alpha Merric was unsatisfied with Cyril’s explanation; he believed Cyril completely avoided mentioning Hazel’s vampire bloodline. They used leaving the Pack House as evidence of their opposition.

Cyril watched the Werewolf Alliance face disintegration over Hazel, his thoughts complicated.

The Iron Star Pack was about to confront a showdown with witches. But Cyril knew the more critical enemy was that damned dark race. They had successfully stirred up the division within the Werewolf Alliance.

In the upcoming battle, Cyril would face significant challenges.