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.

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 breath ragged, he

him back like I

bed, heat building, spiraling into something dangerous. We shouldn’t be doing this. We both knew

then... he

like that. View the correct

No warning. No hesitation.

Too much. But perfect. My walls clenched around him, my legs wrapped around his waist, trying to take every

hissed, nails raking down

his face twisted in

My knees hit

pulsed, wetness dripping down my

still reject me?" he growled, palm landing

I gasped. "A million

no longer possible, we are already trapped,

little human,"

mouth finding my breasts—biting, sucking, licking until I was sobbing. I was losing my mind. My hands tangled in his hair as he kept moving, kept thrusting. His hot breath flickered over my sensitive peaks,

he said, mouth still full of

face, forced him to look

never submit to you," I spat, even as my body betrayed

bloomed across his face.

that

weighed nothing, carried me across the room, and laid me out on the polished table. My wrists were tied with his tie, held above my

His eyes devoured me.

I was his prey.

warned you," he muttered, his voice low,

my flushed, trembling body. Then one finger—just one—slid between my thighs. I

all he

his finger to his lips, tasting me. And sighed like I