Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

The basement had only two rooms, and Elmer had spent the previous night on the sofa. He was awakened early by Hazel and Cyril’s laughter. The sweetness between couples always made others envious. Elmer, sitting alone on the sofa, couldn’t help but smile along. Sheila’s image flashed in his mind, and he missed his partner.

“Elmer, what are you laughing at?” Hazel, holding Cyril’s hand, walked out of the room, seeing the golden-haired boy full of smiles. He looked much better than yesterday, and his wounds had mostly healed.

Werewolves had a quick recovery, and as a member of The Iron Star Pack, their restorative abilities were even stronger, healing faster than wolves from other packs.

“I see you two happy, Hazel. It feels like it’s been a while since I experienced that. Do you remember our partnership? Even though it happened just a few months ago, it feels like ages. So many unexpected events recently, it feels surreal.” Elmer’s eyelids dropped, and he stood up from the sofa, his expression slightly serious.

“Everything will be okay. Let’s check on our new companion.” Hazel patted Elmer’s shoulder, and the three of them headed towards Rex’s room.

“He looks in bad shape.” Cyril observed Rex covered in wounds.

“Fran gave me some specially formulated potion earlier. I brought it with me; maybe it’ll help him.” Elmer took out a small bottle of blue liquid from a secret compartment in his clothes.

“This is a healing potion. I learned how to make it when I was practicing with Kassandra.” Hazel said excitedly, gesturing for Elmer to give it to Rex.

The blue liquid slowly flowed into Rex’s cracked mouth, quickly penetrating his bloodstream.

“Look, he seems to be reacting.” Rex’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fingers moved.

Rex slowly opened his hazy eyes, seeing three figures imprinted against the snowy white ceiling.

“Cough… Cough…” Elmer helped the awakening Rex sit up against the bed. His face was pale, covered in tiny just-healed scars, and his mouth was still swollen. But the potion’s effect quickly showed. Rex’s bones gradually became more flexible, and he twisted his head, feeling a sense of relief.

“Rex, how do you feel now?” Hazel frowned, nibbling on her thumb.

“Not bad, thank… thank you all.”

“Why did you get involved with Putnam?”

“He’s my ex-boyfriend,” Hazel calmly stated, “but we’re no longer connected. I was truly blind to get involved with that trash.”

“So, you’re Hazel? The Hybrid everyone talks about?” Rex asked in surprise.

“Yeah… Yeah… Is the Hybrid in your mouths so unbearable?” Hazel rolled her eyes.

“That’s not what I meant. Do you know about Putnam’s plan?”

Rex’s memory returned to when he was the Alpha at The Dust and Frost Pack.

His father had just passed away, and he inherited the position. Putnam, his half-brother from another mother, also returned from another pack to attend the funeral. Rex hadn’t seen this half-brother for a long time.

He seemed cunning and a bit clever.

When Rex was the Alpha, the pack members didn’t fully trust his capabilities. After all, he was still very young, especially the older wolves in the pack who had low obedience to the new Alpha.

Putnam saw this and conspired with wolves from The Tallinn Pack and those within The Dust and Frost Pack who wanted to rebel against Rex, trying to overthrow his trusted followers.

Rex ultimately fell, confined by Putnam in a room. The room where Rex was detained was next to the living room. Putnam often invited leaders from other Packs to communicate until one day, things took an unusual turn.

Rex caught a whiff of the vampire scent and overheard their conversation. Putnam planned to join forces with the Vampire King to rule the Northern Continent. If successful, all Packs in the Northern Continent would fall under Putnam’s control.

While this seemed enticing, Putnam’s ambitions were not satiated. “I want to completely rule the werewolf world,” he said to Azrael, a cunning smile playing on his lips. Putnam sat in the center of the living room, as if he were about to become the king of the world.

Azrael appeared to appreciate Putnam’s audacity, but deep down, he held great disdain. A mutt thinking it could be king?

Rex believed that werewolves and vampires were sworn enemies, and Hazel, upon hearing Rex’s words, plunged into contemplation. Her body trembled slightly, eyelids drooping, then closing, and her breathing slowed.

“I understand the situation now. So, they plan to unite with vampires to rule the werewolf world?”

“Yes.”

Cyril widened his eyes, displaying an incredulous expression. “This sounds absurd. How could werewolves submit to vampires?”

“But they reached an agreement and found a way – that’s you, Hazel.”

“You can handle both werewolf and vampire blood. Your power is a step above. They’ve coveted your strength.”

Hazel’s stomach twisted suddenly. She hadn’t anticipated that everyone around her coveted her power.

“Even Hawthorne thinks the same way?”

The thought flashed through her mind, not realizing she had immediately thought of Hawthorne.

“But I belong to no faction. I have the right to choose what I want.”

“No one can force me or use my power.”

Cyril chuckled. “It’s not as simple as you imagine, Hazel. If someone wants to use your power, they can push you to the brink.”

“But I don’t want to be a tool for vampires or werewolves to dominate the world.” Hazel shrugged defiantly.

“They might see it as an experiment. Your blood may be more important than your will.”

“Why can’t werewolves and vampires coexist?” Hazel rolled her eyes. “Is a completely equal relationship that difficult?”

“Don’t be stubborn. Some enmities are not easily resolved.”

But Hazel’s heart gradually hardened. She didn’t need anyone’s approval or agreement. Since she had the power to rule two races, why not make the most of it?

Hazel approached Rex, looking at him with a curious, eager gaze. She seemed like an immensely curious cat.

“Do you know what the solution is?”

“The Royal Blood Crystal,” Rex’s eyes darkened. “Listen to me, Hazel. I overheard them discussing your uniqueness. They seemed to understand your blood very well, and I don’t know how they did it. But they know about the power in your vampire blood – the ability to summon darkness. Your dark power can completely control vampires, much like the power of the vampire progenitor Cain. The progenitor’s power is sealed in the Royal Blood Crystal, but there are only a few crystals left.”

“You mean a crystal like a ruby?”

“I haven’t seen it. Why do you speculate like that?”

“Because I once shattered a red crystal, and Hawthorne looked very shocked,” Hazel shrugged. “But indeed, after that, I often lost control of my blood.”

Cyril recalled the previous battle before Hazel left. He remembered that Hazel fell into chaos after being bitten by Hawthorne, not because of the ruby.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Are you sure it’s not the mark causing this?” Cyril questioned.

After connecting all the information in his mind, Rex widened his eyes in astonishment. “I understand now!”