Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

The wand illuminated a fountain in the distance, with a statue standing in the middle. The statue depicted a beautiful girl holding a intricately carved water jug. The girl’s light smile seemed full of kindness, and beneath the smile were two dimples that made her appear more lively.

“My strength, my life, all controlled by the gods. I am a servant of the gods, forever loyal to you,” Kassandra recited the incantation again, facing the statue. Suddenly, the water in the fountain began to flow, and everyone watched this change with caution.

“Look, her jug is filling with water,” Cyril observed as the water slowly rose until it soaked the entire statue. The girl statue started moving, the water making her vibrant, and the outer shell of the statue gradually peeled away.

“She’s here, the Moon goddess!” Theo exclaimed in surprise as the stone figure transformed into a real girl. She was incredibly beautiful, with golden long hair emitting a faint white light. Her skin was fair, her lips full, and her light purple pupils gave her a mysterious aura.

“I’ve rested for a long time. Did you wake me up?” The girl yawned lazily, her voice gentle.

“My goddess, please allow us to introduce ourselves.” Kassandra respectfully bowed to the girl.

The girl set down her water jug, facing Kassandra, her eyes filled with love.

“Witch, you are wise. With your gifts, you have helped many.”

“Thanks to the gifts of the gods, allowing me to answer their call. I am Kassandra McGo.”

“I know all of you. Cyril Grameen, Fran McGo, Theo Moen, and… her.”

“Hazel Moen, a Hybrid of vampire and wolf, with the bloodline of a witch. A child blessed by the gods.”

Cyril, hearing the girl mention Hazel, seemed a bit excited. He cautiously approached the girl and respectfully raised Hazel.

“She needs your guidance, my goddess.”

The girl smiled, stroking Hazel’s cheek. Hazel looked lifeless, as if she were already dead.

“She’s playing, immersed in an illusion.”

“She needs your love. You are her destined one, Alpha Cyril.”

Cyril bowed his head again, seeking guidance from the girl.

“How can I help?”

“Go, bring her back from the dream.”

The girl placed her hand on Cyril’s head, and he too fell into a trance.

“Hazel?” Cyril saw a girl lying in a white coffin, pale and lifeless.

“Who are you?” The girl blinked innocently, looking at Cyril with no recognition.

“I’m Cyril, your lover.” Cyril’s hands gently caressed the girl’s face; it had been a long time since he had seen these beautiful eyes.

“Cyril? That name sounds familiar. Lover? I already have a fiancé.” The girl felt strange but didn’t dislike Cyril’s touch. In fact, she wanted more, drawn to the pheromones emanating from Cyril. This scent attracted her.

“Is your fiancé that vampire?”

“He’s called Hawthorne. It sounds like you don’t like him, Cyril?” Hazel frowned, feeling a hint of displeasure.

“Of course, I am your destined partner. He’s just a vampire who can only hide in the shadows.” Cyril felt a surge of anger; he couldn’t tolerate Hazel having feelings for another man.

“Look at how you’re describing me…” Hawthorne walked to the door of the room, his eyes narrowed, his tone icy.

“Welcome to Bran Castle, Alpha Cyril.” Hawthorne gracefully walked to Hazel’s side, picked up her hand, and kissed the back of it. Cyril, witnessing this, boiled with anger. He wanted to kill this vampire immediately.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

When anger almost clouded his mind, Cyril suddenly realized that this might be a trick of the dream. Everything felt so real, and he almost forgot he was here to wake up Hazel. Cyril restrained his emotions and calmed down.

“Hazel, you need to leave this place. We have to go back to the light. This damp and cold place is not suitable for you.” He grabbed Hazel’s other hand. Cyril’s warm body temperature transferred to Hazel’s hand, making her feel a bit strange.

“So warm, I’ve felt this warmth before.” Hazel pressed Cyril’s hand against her face, closing her eyes to savor the warmth of the moment.

“Hazel, yes, not only have you felt it, but you’ve always been the warm Alpha she-wolf.” Cyril urgently said, even warning Hawthorne with his eyes. But Hawthorne showed no reaction, appearing like a false image.

Hazel’s eyes opened again, her pupils no longer blood-red but ocean-blue.

“Cyril?” Hazel looked at Cyril with a hint of confusion. Her body temperature gradually rose, returning to that lively girl.

“Hazel… Hazel!”

When Cyril woke up again, he found himself lying by the fountain, and everyone was looking after him.

“Cyril’s awake, and Hazel too! Thanks to the goddess!” Fran saw both of them slowly open their eyes.

The Moon goddess blew a white cloud of smoke onto Hazel’s face, making her blood gradually warm.

After countless cold nights, finally, she woke up. Hazel opened her eyes, and everything seemed so unfamiliar and distant. She remembered being swallowed by darkness, tortured by pain, forgotten in an endless abyss. But now, she stood on the edge of life, regaining the right to breathe.

Her heartbeat was like a drum, her body full of strength. She felt as if she were reborn. She looked around, her heart filled with confusion and anticipation. She looked to the sky, seeing an unfamiliar starry sky and feeling the faint rise of sunlight on her face. All of this told her she was back in the real world.

“Hazel, it’s time to fulfill your mission, to restore the pact between vampires and werewolves.”

The Moon goddess spoke, and she dissipated as the sun rose, her soul returning to its original place.

Hazel’s fragments of memory slowly pieced together, and memories of vampires became clearer. She remembered being a child living in Bran Castle, recalling those helpless moments, remembering the painful struggles. Her father trapped her in a room, making her unable to see any sunlight, and her dark side was forced out, beginning to crave blood. Her blood turned cold due to the thirst for blood, and she became a monster that fed on flesh and blood.

As her vampire blood awakened, she began to summon darkness, and everything around her became cold and dark. Azrael, seeing Hazel’s transformation, felt very satisfied; this was exactly what he expected.

“Hazel, you’ve done well.”

Hazel served as Azrael’s puppet, living as a walking corpse for some time.

One day, she heard a wolf howl through the window. Distant memories were awakened; she remembered those warm people, those who gave her strength when she needed it most. Their words, their expressions, their actions all became the power for her rebirth.

That night, she regained her true consciousness and escaped from Bran Castle.