Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 7: A Fall before the claim

Hazel’s POV.

I ran.

I ran like my life depended on it because it did. My legs were burning, and my lungs were heaving with every breath I took. Sweat dripped down my forehead and stung my eyes. I didn’t dare stop. Not when the thundering footsteps behind me were getting closer with every second.

"No... no, they can’t catch me...

I can’t die now," I muttered, almost like a chant.

I darted around a corner of the High House, my heart slamming against my chest so loud it was all I could hear. The marble floors under my bare feet were slick, cold, unforgiving. I reached a hallway that led to a massive glass window at the end. The moonlight poured in, soft and silver, but it wasn’t comforting. It was a spotlight and I was the prey.

I yanked on the nearest door handle. Locked. Tried the next one. Also locked. Panic spiked in my chest as my hands scrambled over the last knob. Nothing.

A voice split the silence behind me.

"Hazel!!"

My father’s roar echoed through the hall like thunder, raw and venomous. "I’ll kill you, you bastard!" he screamed.

I froze, eyes darting toward the window. There was no escape that way. We were at least four stories up. And even if I survived the fall, the chaos below wasn’t exactly a pillow landing. The mating games were happening beneath us wolves in partial or full form, ripping and wrestling to claim what’s theirs. Dropping into that would be suicide.

Still, that was the only direction that didn’t end in a blade to my throat.

My heart pounded louder, faster. I clutched my dress tightly, trying to muffle the sound of my panic. But it was useless. With their senses, they’d hear it, smell it..feel it.

"Darling, she’s here!" my stepmother Selene’s shrill voice rang out, slicing through the air like a knife.

And then... they arrived. My father, Selene, and two guards stood at the other end of the hallway. My father held a knife..long, curved, and dripping with past sins.

"No," I whispered, stepping back.

He started walking toward me, slowly, savoring the moment like the sadist he was.

run from me?" he sneered. "After all I did to hide your

felt like they were closing in. Each step he took crushed

back at the

a

Reckless.

Fatal.

it was all

I climbed up. My fingers

want to jump?" he laughed, cruel and bitter. "You low-life human? Go ahead! Save me the effort

cackled beside him. "Such a dramatic

like that," I spat. I

below me, and my heart dropped into my

Crash.

Not the ground. Not a person. Something

Trash.

the confines

Wait... alive?

Everything moved. No bones poking out. No blood spurting. Just a dull throb in my head and the horrible stench

up and peered over the edge. The back alley of the High House was dimly lit and strangely quiet. Not many people wandered here, but I could still hear the growls and cries from the mating games echoing in the

human they wouldn’t hesitate. I was meat to them. A way to power up and hunt

ignore the fact that my hair now smelled like week-old chicken. I didn’t get

"Ah!"

My eyes shot to the face in front of me.

Natasha.

Of all the people.

thick in the air.

Just her annoying,

She grabbed my wrist.

"There you are—"