Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

When the sunlight fell on Hazel’s face, she woke up. Hazel shielded her eyes from the sun, and the soreness between her legs reminded her that everything from last night had been real, Cyril had appeared in her room, and she had… climaxed!

Hazel wasn’t sure when Cyril had left, but when she pulled back the covers, she noticed many purple marks on her body, like Cyril had left his marks on her.

Hazel’s cheeks reddened as she walked naked to the bathroom, intending to take a bath to wash away her fatigue. Last night, she had told Cyril about Hawthorne, and then she had fallen asleep.

Hazel thought of Hawthorne. It all felt surreal, and she couldn’t be sure what had really happened last night. Why had Cyril suddenly shown up in her room? Was it just because her mind link had failed?

What kind of person was Hawthorne? Hazel had never imagined herself being involved with a vampire. She had no idea what Hawthorne’s words meant.

Hazel closed her eyes and relaxed in the bathtub, trying to forget her exhaustion.

“Hazel, come to the infirmary now.”

The message came through Cyril via mind link. Hazel opened her eyes in confusion. Go to the infirmary? Was it about Fiona?

Hazel got out of the bathtub, drying off her body. She chose a green dress from her wardrobe that gave her a youthful appearance. In front of the mirror, she seemed even more enchanting.

Hazel got herself ready and headed downstairs. She noticed her grandmother and Gerard in the backyard, likely gardening. Hazel didn’t want to disturb them, so she quietly left the house.

The infirmary was already filled with people, and security guards stood by the door. Hazel was the last to arrive. When she entered Fiona’s ward, Cyril sat there, watching her closely.

Fiona lay on the hospital bed, appearing weak and somewhat pale.

“Hazel, you’re here,” Fiona greeted her with a smile. Hazel nodded in response.

Besides Cyril, Hazel spotted Parrish and Rankin. But what caught her attention was a woman in a golden robe. She wore cloth shoes and had various charms hanging from her head, making a jingling sound as she walked, which echoed crisply in the quiet ward. The woman’s robe was adorned with intricate patterns and totem-like symbols. She had tassels at her waist and wore metal rings and bracelets on her hands. Her eye makeup featured intense purple smoky eyes, giving her a mysterious appearance.

A strange sense of familiarity washed over Hazel when she saw Kassandra. It was an unexpected and unbelievable sensation.

“Cyril, what’s going on?” Hazel withdrew her gaze, not forgetting the matter at hand. Fiona’s condition was still unresolved, and her injuries needed attention.

“This is my honored guest. You can call her Kassandra. She’s a witch,” Cyril introduced her to Hazel. “Perhaps she can help with Fiona’s condition.”

Upon hearing her name, Kassandra turned her gaze to Hazel, squinting her eyes as she examined her. The next moment, Kassandra widened her eyes, hurriedly moving closer to Hazel. She twitched her nose, circled around Hazel, took a deep breath by her side, and then fixed her gaze on Hazel’s face.

Kassandra furrowed her brows with a serious expression, staring intently at Hazel, as if trying to discern something from her face. But Hazel remained unresponsive.

“You are favored by the gods.”

All eyes were fixed on Hazel, and she herself was bewildered by the sudden declaration. The witch named Kassandra had circled around her and uttered this strange sentence.

“Name, your name,” Kassandra inquired urgently, her demeanor intense.

Cyril observed the scene without speaking. He knew Kassandra’s identity and her abilities. But her statement that Hazel was favored by the gods left him puzzled.

“Kassandra, my name is Hazel.”

Kassandra looked at Hazel, her face breaking into a smile, and she patted Hazel’s shoulder.

“You are different from us. You are special. You are favored by the gods.”

Kassandra held her finger over Hazel’s head, tapping it lightly. Hazel’s face was filled with confusion as Kassandra continued to repeat these words.

“I don’t understand,” Hazel questioned.

“You don’t need to understand. Someday, you will know everything,” Kassandra replied with a smile. She was indeed a mysterious person. Some things she could explain, but others, like Hazel’s story, were beyond her ability.

“Now, let’s check on this poor girl,” Kassandra said as she walked over to Fiona.

Hazel stood there, silent. Cyril was also pondering the meaning behind Kassandra’s words. Perhaps Hazel was not an ordinary girl. But who, then, was she?

Behind the scenes, Bessie’s people kept a close eye on Hazel. Vampires had found Hazel, and now this powerful witch, Kassandra, claimed that Hazel was favored by the gods. What was the truth behind all of this?

“Kassandra, can you see what’s wrong with Fiona’s injuries?” Cyril looked at Kassandra, his gaze cold.

Kassandra observed Fiona on the hospital bed. She felt something was amiss, but her mind couldn’t capture the crucial information.

No, perhaps someone didn’t want her to grasp that information.

Fiona’s brown eyes kept shifting, her face pale but her gaze determined.

Kassandra shifted her gaze away and turned to Cyril, saying, “I haven’t found anything unusual.”

Hazel was startled by Kassandra’s words. Nothing unusual? That couldn’t be true.

Hazel wouldn’t doubt Cyril’s choice of personnel or Kassandra’s abilities, but if there was nothing unusual, Fiona’s injuries wouldn’t still be a problem.

“Kassandra, are you absolutely sure there’s nothing wrong?” Cyril’s voice sounded, his eyes locked on Kassandra.

“Alpha, I’m certain there’s nothing unusual,” Kassandra smiled. “But Fiona’s injuries will take some time to heal. I will prepare some herbs for her recovery.”

Cyril nodded and said slowly, “I’ll have Rankin follow up on this. Please inform him when you’ve prepared the herbs.”

“No problem,” Kassandra replied, still maintaining her smile.

“Kassandra, thank you,” Fiona’s voice chimed in at the right moment, her appearance pitiable.

“Oh, poor Fiona, you’ll get better,” Kassandra tucked Fiona in, and no one noticed that Kassandra’s fingers discreetly sprinkled something onto Fiona’s bed.

Hazel wanted to say something, but in the end, the words remained unspoken.

“Let’s leave for now,” Cyril said, his gaze lingering on Hazel.

“Fiona, we’re going to head out now. Rest well,” Hazel nodded and followed behind Cyril.

“It’s okay,” Fiona weakly replied.

Kassandra smiled at Fiona in the hospital bed and then turned to leave. At that moment, her smile vanished, revealing a sinister soul.

The hospital room suddenly emptied, and everyone departed.

Fiona on the hospital bed had a fierce look in her eyes as she recalled Kassandra’s words. Favored by the gods? Could Hazel really be that lucky?

Fiona hadn’t expected Cyril to bring in someone like Kassandra. But the fact that Kassandra couldn’t see what was wrong with her injuries made Fiona question if Kassandra was as powerful as rumored.

Fiona clenched the bedsheet tightly. If Hazel was favored by the gods, then she would have to be a god herself to ensure Hazel never received that favor again!Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.