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."

hell are you doing?" he

spent the entire evening waltzing with another woman. While I was out here enjoying my peace,

New Orleans just for you to end up with another man,"

you doing in there with Miss Supermodel Deluxe? Laughing. Dancing. Holding her like she’s the only woman in the

grabbed my

not dare turn your

from his grip. "Oh, I should’ve turned my

jaw clenched, and then, with a sharp motion, he pulled off

did

My breath caught.

face..his actual face. I felt the ground tilt

I was gone.

dark corner and climbing him like a damn tree. Every feature reminded me of Cayden.

tried to speak but no

in his eyes

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

"Fine. I’ll teach you."

name and yanked me closer, his hands tightening around my wrists. His breath was warm against my skin, our faces just inches apart as the full moon bathed us in silver

my voice sharp. "The man you just killed already taught me. So, you can go back to your stunning little supermodel and enjoy your night.

turned and started

of course—Cyrius

I shoved him off. I was nearly at the top of the ballroom stairs, beginning my descent, when

woman’s voice rang

look at that! A new

toward her in confusion. Cyrius

the crowd now, would you? So," he said smoothly, extending his hand, "shall we,

hesitated, heart pounding, then reluctantly placed my hand in

Apparently, this was some sort of

close. We

Just a soft laugh under his

muttered sarcasm under my breath. I was doing everything I could

But nothing worked.

too well

the way his hand fit perfectly at my waist, how our bodies flowed in rhythm with the music—it was maddeningly perfect. His

others still danced flawlessly,

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

gasped in

me again. The audience

—and kissing me.

Right there.

in the center