Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

The morning sun once again streamed into the forest. Under the giant tree, Hazel stretched lazily, her eyelids fluttering as she looked up at Cyril. A stronger sense of intimacy bloomed within her than ever before. The soreness below reminded her that everything that happened yesterday was so real. Hazel knew she had finally found genuine companionship and love, and this happiness and comfort came from this man.

“Are you awake?” Cyril opened his eyes, caressing Hazel’s head, and asked softly.

“Yes, dear.” Hazel looked like a lazy cat, her voice slightly sweet, making Cyril unable to resist feeling desire again. He kissed her along her neck, shoulders, and back. Hazel responded happily to his kisses.

Hazel bit his rough shirt, and Cyril lowered his head, smiling at Hazel. His head grazed Hazel’s neck as he took a deep breath.

“Kneel down, Hazel.” Cyril whispered against Hazel’s neck. He grabbed Hazel’s hair, gently tugging. The pain only fueled Hazel’s desire. She knelt on the ground, letting Cyril tug at her hair.

“Undo my belt,” Cyril continued. Hazel undid his belt, letting his pants slide to the ground. Hazel saw the bulge in his underwear and shivered, her entrance moistening instantly.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“It won’t bite, Hazel.” Cyril chuckled, “You’ll do it for me.”

Hazel pulled his manhood out of his underwear. As she observed it up close, her eyes widened.

“Open your pretty mouth, Hazel.” Cyril said in a low voice, rubbing his swollen tip against Hazel’s parted lips, his eyes watching her.

Cyril’s manhood effortlessly slid into Hazel’s mouth. The thick taste made it hard for Hazel to breathe, and her throat naturally contracted, trying to expel the foreign object. Hazel supported his thighs with both hands, attempting to relax her throat.

Hazel enveloped his manhood with her lips, and the pleasure made Cyril emit a low roar.

Lust burned in Hazel’s gaze. She moved his manhood away from her mouth, and her tongue moved up along its length, swirling at the tip.

“Forget it, Hazel.” Cyril grumbled, grabbing the back of Hazel’s head, thrusting his manhood deep into Hazel’s throat, vigorously moving it. Beneath the intense thrusts, Cyril let out beastly growls. After a considerable time of thrusting, his essence oozed into Hazel’s lips, streaming down her inner thighs. Hazel swallowed the remaining seed.

Cyril’s golden eyes looked down at Hazel, his gaze tender.

“You’re a good girl, Hazel.” Cyril said softly. Seeing Hazel’s flushed face, his gaze swept over her body, as if etching the scene into his memory. Cyril pulled Hazel up, leaning her against his chest, and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist.

As Hazel’s back hit the tree, her heart pounded violently. Cyril buried his face in Hazel’s neck, his lips and tongue greedily grazing her skin. His hands descended to Hazel’s chest, simultaneously using his fingers to tease her nipples, and gently biting and kissing her breasts.

Cyril’s mouth trailed from Hazel’s chest down to her abdomen. As his head lowered, Hazel’s legs naturally came together. Cyril gently parted her legs, hot breath brushing over her entrance, his eyes filled with hunger. Cyril’s fingers caressed the moist folds, and his lips emitted a low growl.

Hazel gasped, yearning for all of him. Each touch tormented her; she wanted Cyril to give her everything right away.

Cyril’s tongue extended, brushing against her clitoris. Pleasure made Hazel’s back arch, and her lips let out a loud moan. Cyril wrapped his arms around Hazel’s thighs, securing her entrance against his open mouth. Hazel roughly tugged at his hair, eliciting a soft roar from Cyril as his tongue vigorously rubbed against the inside of her thighs.

Cyril quickly inserted two fingers into her, her back leaving the tree trunk. She screamed Cyril’s name, the rapid movements bringing Hazel to climax.

After the intense climax, Hazel slumped under the tree. Cyril grinned, “Let’s head back. I’m sure the people in the Pack will be thrilled to know they’re getting a Luna.” He put on his clothes and gave Hazel’s buttocks a pat as a reminder.

When Cyril and Hazel returned to Graymeen Manor, Berhtulf had prepared breakfast. He noticed the marks on Alpha and Hazel’s necks, looking extremely surprised. However, his expression quickly returned to calm, leading them to the table.

“When do you plan on telling everyone?” Hazel bit into a piece of buttered toast, smiling at Cyril. She was very satisfied with the breakfast Berhtulf had prepared. After all, she hadn’t enjoyed such a cozy breakfast in a long time.

“We’ll have the swearing-in ceremony next full moon. The pack is still in recovery after the war, and they need something joyful to lift their spirits. If we hold the ceremony now, having a Luna will boost the pack’s strength.” Alpha-ranked werewolf mates have a unique connection; they can naturally engage in a private mind link, and the appearance of a mate not only strengthens the Alpha but also injects new energy into all the she-wolves in the pack. Becoming Luna in the pack requires a special swearing-in ceremony, usually held within a few months after the Alpha marks his mate. This time allows the she-wolf to consider whether she truly wants to become Luna.

Undoubtedly, Hazel was fully prepared to take on the role of Luna, but a faint unease lingered in her heart.

“I look forward to the ceremony. I’ll do everything in my power to help the pack regain its strength.”

“Although this is worth celebrating, we should be cautious of any intruders during the ceremony. Besides, I still need more practice in controlling my powers.”

“No problem, dear. I’ll help you with more training.” Cyril agreed with Hazel’s cautious thoughts, but a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

Cyril understood that after weeks of training and real battles, Hazel had learned more combat skills. It included not only werewolf fighting techniques but also the powers from her other two bloodlines. However, Cyril remained concerned about Hazel’s half-vampire lineage.

Even though Azrael was dead, Cyril wondered if the escaped Hawthorne and the vampire army would regroup. What would they do to Hazel?

This was Cyril’s most significant concern. Before anything else, he had to ensure that Hazel could fully control her vampire powers, preventing her from losing control at any moment.