Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

The morning sunlight streamed into Hazel’s room, waking her up. She rubbed her eyes and got out of bed. Fran, hearing of her awakening, had already prepared a lavish breakfast and brought it to her room.

“Little Hazel, I’m coming in.” Fran entered with a plate of thick egg sandwiches and a cup of hot milk.

Even before her grandmother entered, Hazel could already smell the delicious aroma of the food. It heightened her anticipation, and she stretched lazily, feeling content.

“Grandma! I knew you loved me the most!” Hazel, enjoying her breakfast, couldn’t resist being a bit playful. Despite the heaviness in her heart, her dreams still lingered in the joyful times spent with her grandmother.

Her life had undergone a drastic change since turning eighteen, something she had never anticipated.

“You will always be you, Hazel.” Rita sensed Hazel’s emotional downturn and tried to comfort her.

“Thank you, Rita. But I don’t know if Grandma understands everything about me. Should I ask her?” Hazel was afraid that she might be the one kept in the dark, but she also feared that revealing her identity would hurt her grandmother.

What if she couldn’t accept her granddaughter being a Hybrid? What would she do?

Seeing Hazel frowning, lost in thought, Fran seemed to understand her feelings and spoke in a reassuring tone.

“Child, we need to talk about your dreams.”

“You know?” Hazel asked.

“I know everything, and so do they. You don’t have to worry, my child. Those who love you will always love you.” Fran said, tears welling up in her eyes. She knew this endearing granddaughter shouldn’t bear all this alone.

Fran hugged Hazel tightly, kissing her forehead. Hazel returned the embrace. Just moments ago, she was torn about whether to tell her grandmother everything, but Fran’s actions reassured her. She loved this old woman who had been with her throughout her upbringing.

“I love you too, Grandma. I’ll become strong and won’t let you suffer.”

Hazel knew she had to train hard. She wasn’t powerful enough yet. Her bloodline might cause trouble, especially with the cursed vampire blood flowing through her veins. She wasn’t sure if the wolf pack would accept her, but she believed strength could overcome anything.

After breakfast, Hazel changed into a new workout outfit and headed to the training ground. Her duel with Alpha Voss was tomorrow. If she could win and make a name for herself, maybe the wolf pack would accept a Hybrid with formidable strength.

Moreover, she had the bloodline of a witch. She couldn’t say to which faction she truly belonged. However, she didn’t believe that werewolves, vampires, and witches should harbor hatred for each other. Love should transcend all species.

But for now, she needed a victory to become the focal point of the wolf pack.

Cyril, Carlotta, and Viola were already waiting for her at the training ground. For tomorrow’s showdown, they had devised a training plan specifically targeting Alpha Voss.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

During Hazel’s unconsciousness, Carlotta and Viola had observed Alpha Voss’s battles multiple times. They discovered that he was proficient in offense but lacked defensive skills.

“His strength is formidable, but he often overexerts himself, leaving his back vulnerable,” Carlotta informed Hazel.

“Besides his back, his left knee was injured in a previous fight. While targeting someone’s weakness may be considered unethical, it can be the ultimate lethal move,” Viola added, winking at Hazel.

They simulated Alpha Voss’s attacking style, allowing Hazel to engage in two-on-one training with them. After the training, Hazel felt more confident about tomorrow’s duel.

“You’re still too weak,” Cyril observed the sparring, serious in his assessment. “You don’t understand the difference between Alpha and other wolves. Defeating Carlotta and Viola doesn’t equate to defeating Alpha.”

Hazel, hearing Cyril’s words, felt like a bucket of cold water had been thrown at her. However, she understood that Cyril wanted to ensure she didn’t take tomorrow’s battle lightly.

“Don’t worry; I’ll be more cautious.”

Almost all the werewolves in the town gathered at the training ground outside Pack House. The werewolves were shouting, expressing their anticipation for today’s duel.

“The bravest she-wolf is Hazel! Take down that Alpha!”

“With your small frame, you think you can beat Alpha?”

“Claim victory, Hazel!”

“Watch your head, little she-dog!”

“Hell yeah! Screw Alpha!”

The werewolves from both sides were taunting each other, eagerly awaiting the duel. The Iron Star Pack was known for its prowess, and almost all wolves in the pack were powerful warriors. Even though Hazel had to face an Alpha, most wolves within the Pack supported her participation.

All werewolves loved a good fight, and the bloodier the scene, the more excited they became.

The duel was about to begin.

“Come on, little she-wolf!” Alpha Voss looked agitated. He shifted into a massive gray wolf, rapidly shaking his wolf head, preparing to attack. Hazel hadn’t anticipated that he would choose to fight in wolf form. She called out to Rita.

“Hey, is it finally my turn to shine?” Rita sounded excited.

“Don’t worry, Hazel. Let me go and bite off this big guy’s neck.”

Hazel also shifted into a white wolf, appearing smaller than Alpha Voss but still striking. White wolves were legendary, and no one had seen one before. The werewolves in the pack looked at Hazel’s wolf form with surprise. Some even believed Hazel should be their Luna.

Alpha Voss swiftly lunged at Hazel, his speed making him look like a gray streak of lightning. He bit down on Hazel’s front leg, but she quickly evaded the attack.

The color of the white wolf made Hazel stand out, seemingly at a disadvantage. Alpha Voss attacked again, knocking down the white wolf and delivering a fierce blow to its abdomen.

“Ugh…” The white wolf whimpered, struggling to breathe.

“Damn it! Rita, are you okay?”

“I’m going to kill him!” Rita flipped over, charging towards Alpha Voss like a madwoman. Her speed was incredible, several times faster than Voss, her anger propelling her even faster. She aimed for Alpha Voss’s left knee, intending to deliver a fatal blow.

However, it seemed Alpha Voss anticipated her move. As she neared, he sidestepped her, swiftly running to her rear, biting fiercely into her wolf tail, spinning her around, and slamming her forcefully onto the ground.

Hazel lay on the ground, unable to resist. Her heart was filled with rage, the desire to kill the Alpha overwhelming her thoughts. Even though she was exhausted,

Alpha Voss, seeing victory within reach, shifted back to human form, impatiently watching Hazel. He arrogantly donned a black vest, accentuating the large muscles on his arms. His scars protruded proudly, like badges of triumph.

“Little she-wolf, still daring to challenge me like this? How amusing,” his voice was taunting.

Hazel was completely infuriated, a strong mind link echoing in her mind.

“Wake up, you can be stronger! Wake up! My dear daughter. Remember your bite!”

Azrael’s face appeared in Hazel’s mind, severing her connection with Rita. “Ah-” Hazel screamed in agony, her body contorting as she shifted back to human form.

“Wake up! My queen.”

Azrael’s image in Hazel’s mind was the moment he bit her mother’s neck. Her blood boiled instantly, rushing through her veins faster, thicker, and redder, converging in her heart.

Hazel’s heart pounded violently, each beat stronger than the last.

“Can’t handle this, little she-wolf?”

Alpha Voss approached Hazel, observing her writhing in pain. He enjoyed witnessing the expression of agony in the weak, finding pleasure in their suffering.

As Alpha Voss crouched down, grabbing Hazel’s hair, wanting to savor the pain on her face, she suddenly opened her eyes.

“You… wait…”

Hazel’s pupils turned blood-red, a color akin to fresh blood.

Reaching out, Hazel effortlessly lifted Alpha Voss, as if he were a mere toy.

“Die.”

The bones in Alpha Voss’s neck made a cracking sound, and before he could even gasp for breath, Hazel twisted his neck, snapping it.

“Oh my God, she killed Alpha!”

“Her eyes! Look, her eyes, she’s not a werewolf!”

“Hybrid! A Hybrid killed our Alpha!”

The surrounding werewolves erupted in a mix of hatred and anger. Seeing the situation, Cyril rushed ahead, reaching Hazel.

“Hazel, what are you doing?!”

However, Hazel seemed oblivious to Cyril’s call. Her crimson eyes turned towards Cyril.

The next moment, Hazel charged at Cyril.