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.

as his mouth latched deeper. His bite branded

back like

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

he

that. View the correct

No warning. No hesitation.

my throat. He was huge. Too much. But perfect. My walls clenched around him,

you," I hissed, nails raking down his back as I

he groaned, his face

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

still reject me?" he growled, palm landing again,

gasped.

is no longer

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

make you beg," he said, mouth still full

forced him to

I spat, even as my

bloomed across his

loved that

like I 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 head like an offering.

His eyes devoured me.

I was his prey.

he muttered,

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

all

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