Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 18: Perfect dream

~Hazel’s POV~

I didn’t ask for this. Not any of it.

Not the fate that chained me to wolves. Not the marks that branded me like a possession. And certainly not a wedding that felt more like a punishment than a promise.

I never wanted to belong to a world where my value was discussed across council tables, where elders debated my worth like I was a commodity. A pawn on their board. Disposable. Replaceable.

What happened yesterday... shouldn’t have happened.

I had gone to Cayden with one purpose—to reject him. To sever that bond before it rooted too deeply. Before it swallowed me whole. But things didn’t go as planned. The room had felt too small, his presence too consuming, and the fire that passed between us—whether it was fate or foolishness—ended up sealing us instead of freeing me.

I could hate myself for it, but what use was hate now?

The deed was done.

And now... we move forward.

I stood before the tall mirror in the bridal chambers, surrounded by chaos. Maids pulled and tugged at my limbs as they tried on one gown after another. Silk scraped my skin, lace scratched at my ribs, and every dress felt like a costume tight, suffocating, all wrong. Not a single one made me feel like a bride.

Tomorrow was the wedding.

My wedding.

I tilted my head, staring at the reflection. Who was this girl staring back? She looked like a ghost pale, lifeless, silent. The two bite marks on her neck stood out like fresh ink on parchment. One from Cayden. One from Caspian. Proof that I no longer belonged to myself.

Step-mom Selene finally snapped.

"Which one of these will suit you, you shapeless girl?" she hissed, her eyes scanning me like I was a problem that couldn’t be solved. Then she pointed toward the corner of the room, to a faded yellow gown folded on a stool. It looked dusty and old, something pulled out of a forgotten closet.

"That one should do." NovelFire

I nodded.

Not because I agreed, but because I was tired of fighting. Tired of caring.

scream no. I might not want this wedding, I might hate everything it stood for, but even I deserved

reminded me don’t give her

Don’t beg...Don’t cry.

see

I would wear that dress

I had them.

I had their marks.

very thing her precious daughter Natasha wanted so badly she

the mirror. It wasn’t hideous, just wrong. It clung to me in all the wrong places, didn’t complement my body, and it definitely

like the dress I imagined

on a beach, a soft breeze playing with my

that girl was long

with silent grief and

the

faithful shadows, Lilian and Sophia. The scent of money

wearing a white gown that sparkled with beads and gold embroidery. It shimmered like it cost more

looked like the

I looked for help.

I couldn’t bear their heir—not unless a miracle

our whore of a wife," she giggled, and

I simply ignored it.

eyes on the mirror, silently coaching

of the gown in my fists, grounding myself. I wouldn’t let them break me. Not now. Not like

when a maid slipped in quietly, holding a long white box in both

The room stilled.

she snatched the box from the maid’s hands before I could even

is this?"

it open and

slipped from her hands and clattered to

rushed forward. "What?! What

then... she saw

So did I.