Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 15: Feisty human

~Hazel’s POV~

He tasted like sin.

The kind of sin that ruins you. The kind that makes you forget your name and scream his.

His mouth found the soft curve of my neck, and I arched into him, breath hitching as his teeth grazed my skin. My back hit the bed before realizing he’d stripped my coat off. His body caged me in, heat rolling off him in waves as his lips moved lower—claiming, consuming, lost in hunger that wasn’t just his.

No, this wasn’t just him.

This was his wolf. Wild. Untethered. Consumed.

And gods... I wanted it. I wanted him, or them, whatever this was—feral and unfiltered. I didn’t care. I just needed to be devoured.

His mouth crashed against my breast, sucking hard, his fangs scraping my nipple until I whimpered, toes curling. My fingers clawed down his back, nails dragging along taut muscles. I was growling. Me. Growling.

"I hate you," I whispered, not even recognizing my own voice—raw, shaky, desperate.

His hands moved fast, yanking my clothes away, and suddenly I was bare beneath him, skin flushed and trembling. His eyes devoured me. And when our bodies finally touched—skin to skin—I felt it. That raw charge between us is like lightning waiting to strike.

I reached for him, wrapped my hand around his thick, veiny length. He groaned, low and guttural, and I felt it echo through my bones. We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. The silence between us was louder than words. It was all tension. All heat. All claws and breath and sweat.

He climbed over me, fingers wrapping tight around my throat—not choking, just holding, as if grounding himself. His eyes met mine, dark and wild.

"You still want to reject me?" he growled, voice breaking apart with need.

"Yes," I breathed. But the word was heavy. Angry. Confused. Full of things I couldn’t name.

And then... he sank his fangs into my neck.

I gasped, loud and shameless, as fire shot through my veins. Caspian’s bite had been sweet, delicate—almost romantic. But this?

This was raw. Feral.

Possessive.

moan spilled out of me before I could stop it, echoing in the room as his mouth latched deeper. His bite branded me in ways I didn’t know were possible, and when he finally pulled back, lips bloody and

back like

doing this. We both knew it. Every touch screamed forbidden. Every thrust

then... he was

like that. View the correct

No warning. No hesitation.

cry tore from my throat. He was huge. Too much. But perfect. My walls clenched around him, my legs wrapped around his waist, trying

down his back as I pushed into

his

hips as he slammed into me from behind. My knees hit the bed, ass up, as a deep, punishing spank cracked across my skin—followed by

pulsed, wetness dripping down

growled, palm landing again, harder

I gasped. "A million

Because the moment he marked me, rejection is no longer possible, we are already trapped,

little human,"

sucking, licking until I was sobbing. I was losing my mind. My hands

said, mouth still

forced him to look

to you," I spat, even as

across his face. He loved

loved that I fought

across the room, and laid me out on the polished table. My wrists were tied with his tie, held above my head like an offering. Looking

His eyes devoured me.

I was his prey.

he muttered, his

hovered above me, blocking out the light, casting shadows over my flushed, trembling body. Then one

was all he

lifted his finger to his lips, tasting me. And sighed like I was the best thing