Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

“Do beautiful women fight too?” The man chuckled softly, gazing at Hazel. He paid no attention to Ada, who was still holding her nose and looking disheveled.

“Isn’t this my one-sided victory?” Hazel smiled, her face radiating satisfaction. She admitted she hadn’t held back when she went after Ada.

“You’re quite beautiful,” the man’s voice was pleasing to the ears.

Hazel stared at the man before her. She acknowledged his charm and sensed a familiarity, as if she had seen someone like him before.

“Thank you. What’s your name? I’m Hazel.” Hazel clapped her hands and asked.

The man only smiled and didn’t directly answer Hazel’s question.

“Hazel, a lovely name,” the man toyed with the ring on his finger.

Hazel furrowed her brows, unsure of what the man meant. He hadn’t introduced himself.

The next moment, Hazel saw a group of men entering the beach area, and the dazzling, impossible-to-ignore man stood in the center. Hazel recognized him as Cyril because she could smell his wolfish scent.

Cyril had a black mask on his face, just like Hazel, and he had spotted Hazel in the center of the dance floor the moment he arrived. She looked very alluring tonight. But the man standing before Hazel was quite obtrusive.

“Hazel, we’ll meet again sometime,” the man said and left the dance floor. He had noticed Cyril’s presence.

Hazel heard the man’s words and fell into deep thought. Who was this man?

Cyril waved to the people behind him and disappeared into the crowd. He paid no attention to the mysterious man, but Hazel seemed reluctant to let him go. Cyril headed in the direction where Hazel was.

The music on the stage resumed, and people had already forgotten the recent commotion. No one noticed that Cyril and Hazel had left the dance floor.

But perhaps there was one person who did.

Hidden in the shadows, a pair of malevolent eyes closely followed Cyril and Hazel’s path.

“Hey, Cyril, let me go,” Hazel struggled as Cyril grabbed her hand, pulling her away from the dance floor. She still wanted to dance.

Hazel saw that they had left the beach and were in a narrow alley not far from The Sean Club. It was eerie and quiet, a place nobody would pass by.

Cyril stared at Hazel. This woman always found a way to infuriate him.

“Are you interested in that man?” Cyril raised Hazel’s chin with his hand, forcing her to look into his eyes.

Hazel’s determined gaze met Cyril’s. Her arrival had brought an inexplicable joy to him, even though she had shown some interest in that mysterious man. But right now, she wanted to be close to Cyril.

“Is there a problem, Alpha?” Hazel smiled. When she called him Alpha, Cyril’s expression changed.

This woman only ever called him by his name; rarely did she address him as Alpha.

“You’re admitting it?” Cyril increased the pressure in his grip. This woman was truly disobedient, constantly going against him.

“Hazel, I can feel Alpha’s anger. Be careful with your words,” Rita suddenly spoke up. She was worried for her life.

“I want to ask him why he’s angry.” Hazel replied. She wanted to confirm her suspicions: Was Alpha Cyril truly mad because her other man appeared to be enjoying a conversation with her?

“Are you crazy?” Rita roared in anger. Hazel was always exceptionally bold when facing Alpha.

Hazel didn’t reply to Rita. She could feel the effects of the drink she had just downed taking hold.

“Hazel, answer my question. Are you interested in that man?” When Cyril said these words, he could feel his anger reaching its peak. This woman continuously pushed the limits of his patience.

“Yes, I am interested in him. What’s it to you?” Hazel rolled her eyes. She didn’t know how she had managed to say these words, but she knew her heart was pounding heavily. She was intentionally provoking Cyril, trying to force him to admit to a possibly impossible truth.

Cyril’s hand suddenly pounded the brick wall behind Hazel, and she saw his chest heaving dramatically.

“You think all this has nothing to do with me?” Cyril stared at Hazel’s face. Had she forgotten everything that happened in the office last time? Didn’t she understand what that meant?

She was a stubborn and rebellious woman. Cyril could feel his anger rising.

“If I’m not mistaken, are you jealous?” Hazel sneered.

“You’re jealous of me talking to other men.” Hazel suddenly reached out and touched Cyril’s chest. She was trembling at her bold action, but she still wanted to do it.

Cyril grabbed Hazel’s wandering hand. “Are you saying I’m jealous? Do you feel that way about him too?”

“Next time I’ll let him try, then we’ll know,” Hazel said. She felt Cyril was jealous of the man she had just met, but he was unwilling to admit it.

“Fine, you’ve succeeded.” Cyril held Hazel’s waist, pressing her body firmly against his.

Hazel looked at Cyril. He was angry, but she was enjoying this feeling. Cyril was more desirable when he was angry than usual.

“So, Alpha, what do you want to do now?” Hazel smiled, showing no fear on her face.

“What do you think?” Cyril lifted Hazel’s skirt and slipped his hand beneath it, exposing her panties. Cyril felt like he was in the way and the sound of tearing fabric echoed in the alley. Hazel closed her legs, feeling Cyril’s frenzy, but she was willing to embrace the madness.

This was in the alley, and even though no one would pass by, Hazel was worried about being seen. The strange and exciting sensation continued to stimulate her senses, and she could feel her thighs getting wet.

“You said you wanted to kiss someone else?” Cyril’s hand caressed between Hazel’s legs. His hot breath sprayed against her ear, and Hazel felt her body trembling.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Are you scared?” Hazel tilted her head slightly, enjoying the sensation. She smiled as she looked at Cyril.

“I will make you suffer.” Cyril’s fingers entered her body, moving within Hazel. Hazel’s mouth let out a loud moan as Cyril’s gaze shifted, increasing his pace.

“Cyril.” Hazel’s eyes became hazy. Cyril held Hazel’s hand, allowing her to lean against him. His fingers circled Hazel’s clitoris, and her thighs instinctively tightened around Cyril’s hand. She moved her body, rubbing herself, and could feel the wetness between her legs sliding onto Cyril’s hand.

“So, who do you want to kiss? Do you still want to kiss someone else?” Cyril’s lips neared Hazel’s ear. There was no one else in Hazel’s mind.

“I want to kiss you, Cyril. I only want to kiss you now,” Hazel said, her voice trembling. She felt completely soaked, and the alley was eerily quiet, echoing only with Hazel’s moans.

Cyril gazed at the flush of pleasure on Hazel’s face, his eyes fixed on her lips, as vibrant as rose petals.

Cyril quickened his fingers’ pace, and he heard Hazel’s sounds growing louder. In the next moment, Hazel’s hand gripped his strong body. She saw Cyril’s face approaching and he kissed her.