Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

As Hazel finished her breakfast, the doorbell rang. Her grandmother and Gerard were in the backyard planting fruit trees. Hazel had lost count of how many fruit trees they were planting in that small backyard, but she walked over to the front door and opened it.

Eloise, Elmer, and Marcus stood at the doorstep, all wearing smiles.

“Good morning, dear,” Eloise giggled.

“Are we ready to go now?” Hazel asked, ready to head out at a moment’s notice.

“Of course,” Eloise said, taking Hazel’s arm.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Ever since the last time Eloise saw Fiona’s injuries, she had been worried, especially knowing that Fiona’s parents had passed away, leaving her alone. Eloise wanted to take better care of her, considering Fiona’s unfortunate situation. Elmer and Marcus nodded in agreement, showing no objections.

So, the four of them set off for the medical room.

Under Cyril’s management, the town had returned to its normal life. People were even living better without battles, with no injuries or casualties. That’s why the medical room didn’t have many patients.

The most severe case was Fiona’s because her wound had an unusual infection. With no one to take care of her at home, she had to stay in the medical room, where the staff looked after her.

When Hazel opened the door to Fiona’s room, what she saw left all four of them shocked.

Fiona was lying on her hospital bed, and her wound had become necrotic, with exposed flesh and skin. Her expression showed immense pain, and she kept groaning. The bed was soaked with pus, and the dark green, yellowish mixture even dripped onto the floor. Fiona looked horrifying.

Hazel noticed Rankin and his guards standing next to Fiona’s bed, looking equally incredulous, not knowing what had happened.

“Rankin, what’s going on?” Hazel entered the room, puzzled. The room was filled with a strong, putrid odor, and Hazel wished she could cover her nose.

Fiona in the bed appeared lifeless, and it was shocking that she had been perfectly fine the day before. Hazel had no idea how many things would go beyond her understanding, but she had a feeling that unexpected events lay ahead.

“Hazel, I don’t know,” Rankin replied, just as puzzled. “I handed over the herbal medicine made by the witch Kassandra to the staff and told them to apply it generously to Fiona’s wound.”

Hearing Kassandra’s name, Hazel calmed down. She carefully recalled what Kassandra had said, claiming that she could break the curse. Could this be Kassandra’s solution?

Hazel vowed to steer clear of Kassandra’s herbal remedies in the future. She had no idea if they might turn someone into a terrifying monster.

Even though Hazel knew the current Fiona was not real, she couldn’t deny that this scene was shocking. Fiona’s eyes glared menacingly at Hazel. She, too, wanted to know what that old woman, Kassandra, had done to her. Her entire body itched terribly, and her wounds had varying degrees of necrosis. Without a mirror, Fiona knew she looked absurdly grotesque.

Fiona thought that the old witch Kassandra didn’t have any real skills. She couldn’t see anything unusual about the wound, so why had it turned out like this? Did Kassandra use some bizarre herbs?

“Hazel, please help me,” Fiona squeezed out a few tears, gazing at Hazel with a pitiable expression.

“Fiona, I’d love to help, but Kassandra said the herbs are effective,” Hazel replied, keeping her distance and standing next to Rankin.

Eloise covered her mouth in amazement, unable to believe that this was Fiona. Elmer and Marcus widened their eyes.

“I’m in so much pain,” Fiona cried, tears streaming down her face, genuinely in agony this time.

“Hazel, what can we do?” Eloise couldn’t help but ask, thinking that Fiona had already suffered enough from the attack, and now this pain was too much.

“Eloise, this is Kassandra the witch’s order. She claims to have a way to make Fiona better,” Hazel explained.

Eloise wasn’t present when Kassandra appeared, so she didn’t know about the conversation between Kassandra and the others. It might be better to keep her out of the loop as it shouldn’t involve too many people.

“Who is this Kassandra witch?” Eloise looked puzzled; she was unaware.

“I know; she’s the head of the McGo Family,” Marcus explained to Eloise.

Eloise may not have known who Kassandra was, but she was well aware of the McGo Family’s status. They remained neutral, not taking sides in the battles between werewolves and vampires. They only intervened for the sake of justice.

“Was she summoned by the Alpha?” Eloise could only think of that possibility.

No ordinary werewolf could locate any witch from the McGo Family. They lived hidden in the woods, free and with their own contact methods. Unless someone with significant power established direct contact with them, they wouldn’t readily intervene.

“Yes,” Hazel nodded.

“Alpha must have had his reasons for doing this, and we shouldn’t defy his orders,” Elmer said.

“Is there really no better solution?” Eloise looked at Fiona in pain, finding it hard to bear.

“Eloise, I have no other options,” Hazel said, a touch of sadness in her expression. However, she remained emotionally detached because she knew that the Fiona lying in the hospital bed wasn’t the real Fiona.

“Fiona looks really anguished,” Elmer spoke up.

“But if the herbs work for her, we shouldn’t stop it,” Marcus expressed a hint of sympathy.

Hazel nodded in agreement with Marcus. In reality, she just wanted to see what effect Kassandra’s herbs would have.

Fiona stared at the people in front of her, her anger reaching its peak. They had discussed for a long time, and yet, she still couldn’t escape her suffering. This Kassandra was out to kill her, and Fiona didn’t know if that woman could solve her problems.

“Hazel, there are some more herbs,” Rankin pointed at the green herbs on the table, their eerie colors intimidating.

Kassandra was indeed the most powerful witch in the McGo Family, and this was the first time Hazel truly grasped the extent of Kassandra’s abilities.

“Rankin, have the staff apply all those herbs to Fiona, I hope she recovers quickly,” Hazel said with furrowed brows, trying to appear genuinely concerned for Fiona. That way, nobody would grow suspicious.

Rankin nodded and called one of the staff members to assist Fiona with the thick application. Despite Fiona looking pitiable, a hint of disgust crossed the worker’s face.

“Ah…” Fiona’s cries filled the hospital room, and she shed more tears.

No one knew how she felt with the new herbs applied to her wounds. Fiona only knew she was in excruciating pain. After the staff finished applying the herbs, they left the room.

“Maybe Fiona needs some rest,” Hazel observed quietly, her expression showing concern for this fake Fiona, although she didn’t have any real sympathy for her.

“Fiona, we’ll leave you for now,” Eloise genuinely cared about Fiona. She was a kind-hearted person.

Fiona nodded through the intense pain; she felt her eyelids growing heavy.

She saw Hazel communicating with Rankin, but she couldn’t hear what they were saying. Rankin, along with his guard team, left the room.

Elmer and Marcus also departed, and Eloise waved to her.

Hazel stood at the door, glanced at Fiona, and then closed it.

Everyone had left, and just as Fiona was about to slip into unconsciousness, she established a mind link contact with Putnam.