Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 105: wake

*~ Hazel’s POV~*

I thought to myself, I haven’t really wolfed out. One moment, I was human, and the next... I became a Crescent.

I turned to him. "Well—"

But he cut in before I could finish. "Don’t tell me you haven’t wolfed out yet. You look a little too grown to be under eighteen."

"Oh, I’ve wolfed out," I said smoothly. "Just recently."

"Wow," he chuckled. "So you’re still an inexperienced wolf."

I gave a small laugh too, though in my head I was already rolling my eyes. Only if he knew I could kill him right now before he even blinked. Silly goat.

Then he turned toward the ballroom. "Why don’t we head back in?"

"I don’t really know how to dance," I said, shrugging.

He looked at me in mock shock. "You don’t know how to dance? So you’re inexperienced in everything?"

He smirked as he leaned in slightly. "Or are you gonna tell me you’re inexperienced in bed too?"

Oh, if only you knew. I just rolled my eyes.

He extended his hand. "I could teach you. Just the basics. You said your husband’s inside, right? Imagine this—if I show you how to move, when we go back in, we’ll have the most magical dance. He’ll come running back, green with jealousy. And by then..." He stepped closer, his fingers lightly brushing my cheek. "You might already be mine."

If only you had sense, I thought. If only you knew the beast I’m mated to.

"Fine," I said with a slight smile. "Not like I know how to waltz anyway."

He took my hand and started guiding me through the basics. I won’t lie—he was actually good. Really good. He laughed as I stumbled a few times, encouraging me, teaching with patience. I started to get the hang of it, step by step.

Then suddenly—his eyes widened. His body tensed.

Blood sprayed from his lips.

I gasped, pushing him away just as he crumpled to the floor, lifeless.

And then... Cyrius stepped into view.

He was wiping blood off his clawed hand, calmly tossing the stained handkerchief to the side.

"You didn’t tell me you needed someone to teach you how to dance," he said darkly. "I asked you before, didn’t I? Did you want to learn how to dance?"

I smirked. "Oh, so now I suddenly have a husband? One that actually notices me? Wow. I’m amazed."

what the hell are you

grand ball, then spent the entire evening waltzing with another woman. While I was out here enjoying my peace, a very

you all the way from New Orleans just for you

"And what were you doing in there with Miss Supermodel Deluxe? Laughing. Dancing. Holding her like she’s the only woman in the world. You barely even

grabbed my wrist and yanked

will not dare turn your

from his grip. "Oh, I should’ve

then, with a sharp motion,

God...why did he

My breath caught.

tilt beneath me. That haircut? That jawline? That perfectly sculpted nose, those thick brows, and those eyes..those furious,

I was gone.

tree. Every feature reminded me of Cayden. Of Caspian. Of everything

to

in his eyes

dance, huh?" he said, stepping closer, his voice low

"Fine. I’ll teach you."

His breath was warm against my skin, our faces just inches apart as the

you just killed already taught me. So, you can go

turned and started

of course—Cyrius

I was nearly at the top of the ballroom stairs, beginning my descent, when he yanked

then a woman’s voice rang through the

that! A new couple has

toward her in

wouldn’t want to disappoint the crowd now, would you? So," he said smoothly, extending

heart pounding, then reluctantly placed my hand in

music began to play—slow and elegant. Apparently, this was some sort of dance competition, where an instructor wandered among the couples, eliminating anyone who made a mistake

held me close. We began

didn’t flinch. No reaction. Just a soft laugh under his breath, like he knew

stumbles, even muttered sarcasm under my breath. I was doing everything I could to sabotage us, to embarrass him, to get

But nothing worked.

moved too well

way his hand fit perfectly at my waist, how our bodies flowed in rhythm with the music—it was maddeningly perfect. His grip was strong but gentle, his movements fluid, like he was born

only three couples remained. The others still danced flawlessly,

him. But instead of falling, he caught me—effortlessly. His arms locked around me and spun it into a graceful move, making it seem

crowd gasped

up to my feet, lifted me by the waist, spun me in the air, caught me again. The

—and kissing me.

Right there.

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