Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 1: The Taste of Despair

~Hazel’s POV~

I scrubbed the floor harder, tears stinging my eyes as the wine soaked into my rag. Natasha had spilled it on purpose again. The tile was already spotless before, but she didn’t care. None of them did.

The moment I was done, she kicked the glass over again, laughing cruelly.

"Oops," she giggled, and Lilian and Sophia joined her, their laughter echoing through the room. And then her face gleamed with intense menacingly in a way I could recognize she’s about to say something horrible.

"Use your face this time," She snapped, her voice sharp like broken glass.

I froze. "What?" I hissed under my breath.

That was enough to set her off.

"I said Use your face this time." She said as her hand flew to my face, the slap ringing loud in the silent tension that followed.

"No..please." I whispered fearing another slap.

Natasha had always been my father’s pride. I on the other hand, Was a mistake.

I whimpered as Sophia and Lilian yanked my arms behind me, holding me down while Natasha shoved my face to the floor.

"Pls don’t do this, Pls." I cried.

"Scrub it properly," she ignored all of my pleas.

The wine burned against the fresh cut on my cheek, and some trickled into my mouth. I choked, gagging.

"That’s what your ugly face deserves," Natasha spat.

Sophia laughed beside her. "Poor floor," she mocked. "Imagine having to be kissed by that."

When they finally let me go, I scrambled to the far corner of the room. My face was bleeding. I could see strands of my brunette hair on the floor where they’d ripped it out.

"Ew," Lilian sneered. "Her hair’s disgusting. Let’s chop it off."

Panic gripped me. Hit me. Shame me. Fine. But not my hair!

I watched in horror as Natasha reached for a pair of scissors, her eyes gleaming with cruelty.

"Don’t worry, sister," she said in a sugary-sweet tone, tilting her head. "Maybe next time, don’t come back as a human."

They all howled with laughter.

Before I could run, Lilian and Sophia grabbed me again.

"Hold her," Natasha said, stepping closer with the scissors in hand

the

relief seeing their father. But not

eyes landed on me, my

about the blood or the

"Father," Natasha purred.

darling?" he answered gently, his expression soft only for her. Then he glanced at me, eyes narrowing. "Why is

"Your maid daughter just

did. Like I was

cursed with four powerful she-wolves... While I was just a result of the one-night stand he

going to cut

the word even left my mouth, his

call me that," he growled. "You should be grateful they even want to play with you. Not scream like we’re torturing

"Play?"

stopped

eyes filled with horror. She was the youngest of us, and the only one with

wanted to cut

her away from me. "And so what?" he

needs a fix anyway. Natasha’s

struggling in

But he didn’t listen.

he turned to my

"Go on," he said.

shrieked like they’d just won the

on me. Lilian and Sophia grabbed my arms, pulling me

"No! Stop!"

But they didn’t care.

my long, beautiful black hair and with

in my head like a scream, but it was nothing compared to the hollow silence

And then... they laughed.

Not just the sisters.

My father too.

chuckled like it was a

my pain

his grasp and ran to me, her face

beside me. Her tiny arms wrapped around my trembling frame as

wasn’t crying

No.

Something inside me snapped.

blurred—not from tears,

Blazing. Pure. Unfiltered rage.

live wire.

my severed hair with her

whispered. Then