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.

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,

back like I was

something dangerous. We shouldn’t be doing this. We both knew it. Every touch

he was inside

View the correct

No warning. No hesitation.

huge. Too much. But perfect. My walls

down his back as I pushed into his

tight," he groaned, his face twisted in pure,

from behind. My knees hit the bed, ass up, as a deep, punishing spank cracked across my skin—followed

core pulsed, wetness

me?" he growled, palm landing again,

gasped. "A million

So many lies. Because the moment he marked me, rejection is no longer possible, we are already trapped, but the realization hasn’t sunk in

little human," he

mind. My

he said, mouth still

forced him

never submit to you," I spat, even as

smirk bloomed across his face.

that

the polished table. My wrists were tied with his tie, held above my head like an offering. Looking like

His eyes devoured me.

I was his prey.

he muttered,

my flushed, trembling

all

And sighed like I was the best thing