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.

she stammered, disbelief writ clear on her face. "Within a day your hair

say more when the

like a dark thunderstorm

"It’s time, darlings."

giggling, leaving me rolling my eyes at their childish display. I followed

proud as if she

Father, giving me a sweet nod that melted a little

car waited, sleek and shiny, the kind of luxury my sisters flaunted like badges

opened the doors and climbed in without a

Except me.

coldly, pointing toward the bus behind

the maid’s

I saw the maids pile in, carrying emergency dresses for my sisters, ready

again, I

Damn it.

wanted to

wanted Father to look at me with love, to kiss my forehead, to treat me like his darling angel—not like a mistake he hoped

swallowed the lump rising in my throat and climbed

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

House—the seat of power for the Blue Moon Pack. The leaders of New Orleans. The strongest werewolves in

my

first was when Father brought me to prove why I had no scent—that haunting truth whispering

the

dressed in exquisite elegance, their presence radiating

a shadow—a mere maid slipping

My heart pounded hard.

I wanted to see him again, more than

maids herded me deeper into the palace, past endless crowds

Caspian were

honored with a shining name tag: The

burned

to be

because I

a seat beside random wolves, careful to stay where Father’s eyes

I could slip away, with my bags packed, if