Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

The bar’s dazzling lights left people feeling dazed. Hazel glanced at her watch; it was getting late. Carlotta and Viola were waiting for her outside the bar.

“I think it’s time for me to head back,” Hazel got up from her chair.

“Come on, you got a curfew?” Elmer teased Hazel, his mood seeming exceptionally cheerful tonight.

“I’m just tired,” Hazel said loudly.

“Do you need us to give you a ride?” Sheila looked at Hazel.

“No, I’ll be fine,” Hazel replied with a smile.

“Alright, let me know when you’re home,” Elmer spoke up.

“Wishing you all a great time,” Hazel picked up her bag and headed towards the exit.

Sheila watched Hazel leave and concealed her smile. It was no wonder Tania was jealous of her; she was a perfect girl.

Hazel ignored the eyes on her back and reached the bar’s entrance. Carlotta and Viola emerged from the shadows and quietly followed her.

“Elmer seems really happy. He really likes Sheila,” Rita suddenly spoke.

“That’s true,” Hazel replied, noticing the same thing.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“If Sheila’s really in trouble, Elmer would be devastated,” Rita liked Hazel’s friends; they brought her a lot of joy. She didn’t want to see Hazel’s friends unhappy.

Hazel didn’t respond to Rita anymore, and the cacophony of music from the bar seemed to reach her ears.

“Did you have a good time, Hazel?” Carlotta inquired.

“It was quite enjoyable; I made a new friend,” Hazel seemed to have something more to say.

“Being eighteen is meant for a little madness,” Viola chuckled, reminiscing her own eighteenth year.

Hazel let out a long sigh. “But I’m a bit exhausted.”

Thinking about how Sheila was a member of the Putnam Pack, she didn’t know how to handle this situation. If one day they had a direct confrontation with Putnam, Sheila would undoubtedly stand on the Putnam side, and Elmer couldn’t betray his own Pack. Hazel understood Elmer’s character well; he would be devastated.

“Then let’s get you home quickly,” Carlotta quickened her pace. It was getting late indeed.

Hazel nodded, and the three of them walked together in the dark night. The night streets were quiet, with only a few streetlights. For werewolves with good eyesight, the presence or absence of those lights didn’t matter much.

The night was calm, and the town’s residents were asleep. Hazel, Carlotta, and Viola were the only ones on the wide road. Hazel’s steps grew slower, and something seemed off.

Apart from their breath, there was an unfamiliar presence in the air.

Hazel kept her senses sharp, but nothing appeared out of the ordinary. She glanced at Carlotta and Viola, who were on either side of her, and they both furrowed their brows, sharing the same unsettling feeling.

“Something doesn’t feel right,” Carlotta communicated through their mind link to Hazel and Viola. It wasn’t the time to speak out loud yet.

“I feel it too,” Hazel responded, “like there’s someone else.”

“Let’s assess the situation first,” Viola added, and the three continued to move forward. Their steps remained steady, and they tried not to show any signs of unease.

Suddenly, the streetlights went out, plunging the whole road into darkness. Hazel hesitated for a moment, and Carlotta and Viola encircled her. Their primary task was to protect Hazel.

“Who’s playing this kind of game?” Viola shouted loudly.

Hazel had been keeping a close watch on everything around her. No one responded to Viola until they heard a voice in the air.

“Hazel, are you scared?” a voice echoed, distorted by a voice changer.

Hazel tried to identify the source of the voice. It was apparent that this person had come prepared. Carlotta and Viola remained vigilant, observing their surroundings. The speaker seemed to be hiding far away, not showing themselves. Hazel furrowed her brow. How did this person know her name?

“Are you too much of a coward to come out and face me?” Hazel taunted the hidden figure, who was evidently using a voice changer to remain anonymous.

“You’re still amusing to talk to,” the concealed person replied with a sharp laugh.

“Using a voice changer to speak to me, too afraid to show yourself. Are you afraid of me seeing your face?” Hazel continued, attempting to lure the person out.

“Hazel, you better check if you’ll make it through the night,” the hidden person adjusted their tone. They truly wanted to see Hazel die in front of them or beg for mercy, hoping she wouldn’t be killed. Either scenario held a certain appeal.

Just thinking about the things Hazel had said made him feel enraged.

“Maybe you’ll die first,” Hazel’s expression turned serious, as the person on the other end was getting too audacious.

“Hazel, I’d love to know if you’ll regret it,” the concealed figure spoke again.

Regret? What did she need to regret? Hazel couldn’t fathom the person’s meaning.

“Watch out,” Carlotta intercepted an unexpected attack.

While they had been focused on the words of the hidden person, more assailants suddenly emerged from an alley. Their intentions were clear – they were after Hazel, and they didn’t even bother hiding their faces.

“Viola, do they think we’re just going to die here?” Carlotta’s face broke into a smile.

They hadn’t expected so many outsiders within the Pack, and especially not such a bold attack.

“But let’s not forget, this is The Iron Star Pack,” Viola joined the fray.

Hazel watched as the brawl unfolded. She was clearly angered.

“Hey, coward, you don’t dare to come out and fight me?” Hazel punched a man who was attempting to attack her. The man let out a pained cry, looking incredulously at the petite girl before him.

Her strength was astonishing!

“I don’t need to get my hands dirty personally,” the concealed person replied to Hazel, observing the chaotic scene. “You don’t need to provoke me.”

The man was well aware of Hazel’s strength, knowing that she couldn’t hold out for long. However, he had no idea about the progress Hazel had made during her recent training. What’s more, he didn’t anticipate that there were others protecting her. It seemed that Cyril was beginning to have doubts.

Hazel snorted and ignored the concealed figure. She rejoined the battle, and she couldn’t count how many people had come out of the alley, but Carlotta and Viola continued to protect her.

Hazel observed the growing number of bodies on the ground and felt a mix of emotions she couldn’t describe. She had never expected to encounter such events when returning to the town.

Several unfamiliar werewolves had realized that Hazel wasn’t as fragile as she appeared. They gathered together and moved in Hazel’s direction.

Carlotta and Viola frowned as they watched the scene, but after the training they had undergone during this period, Hazel’s strength had evidently improved. These few men posed no real threat to her, but they couldn’t help but worry.

If anything happened to Hazel, Alpha would be furious. That was an outcome they couldn’t bear.

“I won’t let you die too painfully,” a man said as he gazed at Hazel, a lecherous expression crossing his face. He attempted to grab Hazel’s arm, but she kicked him, forcing him to step back.

“Whore,” the man heard laughter around him, and his expression became unsightly. He couldn’t even bear the pain from a single kick by the girl.

“Are you really not afraid of death?” another man assumed an attacking stance, and others began to assail Hazel.

Hazel was fully focused on the fight, testing the results of her training during this period. Her attack speed was evidently faster than before. Not only was she defending, but she had also learned to take the initiative to attack. Hazel continued to strike at these men, witnessing the pain on their faces, which excited her.

She spun to kick, her keen observation allowing her to identify weaknesses in her attackers. She relentlessly targeted these weak points until she had left several bodies on the ground, at which point she breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing this scene, Carlotta and Viola exchanged glances. Hazel had made significant progress. She could handle so many people at once.

But there were still many men around Carlotta and Viola, who had realized they were protecting Hazel. These men tried to distract them.

Hazel leaned against the wall, intending to assist Carlotta and Viola, but she felt her steps becoming less steady. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and Hazel knew something was wrong.