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

then the

normal child would’ve felt relief seeing their

landed on me, my

I was okay. He didn’t care about the blood or

"Father," Natasha purred.

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

a smile. "Your

always did. Like I was

Blue Moon Pack once feared, now just bitter cursed with four powerful

were going to

the word even left my

"You should be grateful they even want to play with you. Not scream like we’re

"Play?"

stopped all

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

to cut her hair!" she

me. "And so

thankful. That horrible hair needs a fix

struggling in

But he didn’t listen.

he turned

"Go on," he said.

shrieked like they’d just won

Sophia grabbed my arms, pulling me

"No! Stop!"

But they didn’t care.

yanked a handful of my hair my long, beautiful black hair and with one brutal

but it was nothing compared to the hollow silence that followed. I stared in disbelief as strands of my hair fluttered

And then... they laughed.

Not just the sisters.

My father too.

threw his head back and chuckled like it

my pain was

broke free from his grasp and ran to me, her face pale and

cried, kneeling beside me. Her tiny arms wrapped around my trembling frame as her voice cracked. "Oh

wasn’t crying

No.

Something inside me snapped.

from tears, but from

Blazing. Pure. Unfiltered rage.

live wire. I could hear the

flicking my severed hair with her fingers like

I whispered. Then