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."

the hell are

then spent the entire evening waltzing with another woman. While

Orleans just for you to end up with another man," he growled. "You’re

doing in there with Miss Supermodel Deluxe? Laughing. Dancing. Holding her like she’s the only woman in the world. You barely even looked at me. Too much for a man who says he wants

away, but he grabbed my

will not dare turn

I should’ve turned my back on you ages

and then, with a sharp motion,

God...why did

My breath caught.

fizzled into smoke. The moment I saw his face..his actual face. I felt the ground tilt beneath me. That haircut? That jawline? That

I was gone.

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

tried to speak but no words came

his

how to dance, huh?" he said, stepping closer, his

"Fine. I’ll teach you."

around my wrists. His breath was warm against my skin, our faces just inches apart

dance," I snapped, my voice sharp. "The man you just killed already taught me. So, you can go back to your stunning little supermodel

and

of course—Cyrius wasn’t

I shoved him off. I was nearly at the top

voice rang

A

turned toward her in confusion. Cyrius

would you?

heart pounding, then reluctantly placed my

to play—slow and elegant. Apparently, this was some sort of dance competition, where an instructor

close. We

his foot—intentionally—but he didn’t flinch. No reaction. Just a soft laugh under his breath, like he knew exactly what I was

my breath. I was doing everything I could to sabotage us, to embarrass him, to get

But nothing worked.

too

my waist, how our bodies flowed in rhythm with the music—it was maddeningly perfect. His grip was strong but gentle, his movements fluid,

The others still

arms locked around me and spun it into a graceful move, making it seem like it had been part of the choreography all

gasped

in the air, caught me again. The audience burst into applause as he dipped me

—and kissing me.

Right there.

center of