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

to this grand ball, then spent the entire evening waltzing with another woman. While I was out here

way from New Orleans just for you to end

really?" I bit back. "And what were you doing in there with Miss Supermodel Deluxe? Laughing. Dancing. Holding her like she’s the only woman in the

grabbed my wrist and yanked me back,

will not dare turn

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

a sharp motion, he pulled

did he do

My breath caught.

The moment I saw his face..his actual face. I felt the ground tilt beneath me. That haircut? That jawline? That perfectly sculpted nose, those thick brows, and those

I was gone.

tree. Every feature

to speak but

in his eyes

learn how to dance, huh?" he said,

"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 light, making

I snapped, my voice sharp. "The man you just killed already taught me. So, you can go

and

course—Cyrius

off. I was nearly at the top of the ballroom stairs, beginning

woman’s voice rang through the crowd, teasing

that! A new couple has

her in confusion.

want to disappoint the crowd now, would you?

heart pounding, then reluctantly

and elegant. Apparently, this was some sort of dance

me close.

immediately stepped on his foot—intentionally—but he didn’t flinch. No reaction. Just a soft laugh under his

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

But nothing worked.

too

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

The others

His arms locked around me and

crowd gasped

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

—and kissing me.

Right there.

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