Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 5: Hell Be Damned!

Hazel’s POV

Hell yeah, I’m ready.

I stood in front of the cracked, dusty mirror in the corner of my cramped room, taking in my reflection like it was the last thing I’d see. My curves were perfect, the shape that most girls dreamed of—but the brown dress I wore was old, faded, and torn in places underneath.

But then I remembered,when something is worn with confidence, it becomes the best thing in the room, right? I consoled my raging heart with that thought, clutching it like a lifeline.

I smoothed my dress, lifting my chin higher. I was done feeling invisible.

Just then, a sudden chuckle cut through the quiet like a jagged knife. I spun around, heart slamming, and my gaze locked onto the devil incarnate herself Natasha. That smug, sick smile plastered on her face was worse than any venom she could spit.

"Isn’t that my dress?" she mocked, stepping forward with calculated ease.

I clenched my fists but held my ground.

"Omg! Yes, it’s the one!" Sophia chimed in with wicked delight, joining Natasha like two poisonous vipers ready to strike. "The one you wore when you had your first kiss with Alpha Cayden."

The name sent a cold shiver down my spine. I hadn’t even met him, but the mere mention gave me chills he was legendary in these circles. And Sophia’s next words sliced even deeper.

"And now I’m going to be his mate," she laughed loudly, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.

They joined in, their laughter echoing through the small room like a sinister choir, laughing at the sickest reasons—as if my life was some twisted joke.

I refused to let them see me falter.

"You gave it to me," I spat out, my voice sharper than I intended, before they could launch another barrage of insults. Their laughter only grew louder in response.

"Oh, can I forget that?" Natasha sneered, tossing her head back as if the memory itself was hilarious.

Suddenly, Lilian’s eyes flicked to my hair, narrowing with interest.

"What did you use on your hair?" she asked suspiciously.

I shrugged, smirking. "Urm, nothing."

Secretly, I peeked at Natasha’s hair, noticing how she’d cleverly covered it with a huge black hat that matched her black dress perfectly. Nice idea.

But then Natasha pushed forward like a viper striking, eyes wide and voice sharp.

face. "Within a day your hair has grown back? And

say more when the

stepped in, his presence like a dark thunderstorm rolling through the

"It’s time, darlings."

rolling my eyes at their childish display. I followed

and overly proud

crept up behind Father, giving me a sweet nod that melted a little of

cold evening air biting at my skin. The car waited, sleek

doors and climbed in without

Except me.

said coldly, pointing toward

the

tightened, every breath shallow and sharp. I saw the maids pile in, carrying emergency dresses for my sisters,

I

Damn it.

wanted

to treat me like his darling angel—not like a mistake he hoped to

rising in my throat and

in a haze of drowsiness, the bus rocking me in a numb lullaby. When the maids finally finished their work, the bus rumbled forward,

power for the Blue Moon Pack. The leaders of New Orleans. The strongest werewolves in all

was my second time

why I had no scent—that

out of an ancient myth. Black stone walls soared to the sky, crowned with spires that pierced the clouds. Inside, the architecture was both perfect and haunting—a castle carved by the hands of ten thousand werewolves, each stone whispered a story of

about, dressed in exquisite elegance, their presence

them, I looked like a shadow—a mere maid slipping

My heart pounded hard.

Caspian—the warm smile he once gave me when our paths crossed. I wanted to see him again, more than anything. For one last time at

me deeper into the palace, past endless

Alpha Cayden and Beta Caspian were

a shining name tag: The

heart burned with

supposed to be

because

careful to stay where Father’s eyes

my bags packed, if I didn’t wolf out by the