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 doing?"

invited me to this grand ball, then spent the entire evening waltzing with another woman. While

all the way from New Orleans just for you to end up with another man," he growled. "You’re not a damn

Holding her like she’s the only woman in the world. You barely even looked at me. Too much for a

walk away, but he grabbed my wrist and yanked

will not dare turn

grip. "Oh, I should’ve turned my back on you

jaw clenched, and then, with a

oh God...why did he

My breath caught.

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.

him like a damn tree. Every feature reminded me of Cayden. Of Caspian. Of

I tried to speak but no words came

rage in his eyes didn’t

he said, stepping closer,

"Fine. I’ll teach you."

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

to dance," I snapped, my voice sharp. "The man you just killed already taught

and started

of course—Cyrius

I shoved him off. I was nearly at the

woman’s voice rang through the

A

toward her in confusion. Cyrius only

want to disappoint the crowd now, would you? So," he said smoothly, extending

reluctantly placed my hand

floor, just as the music began to play—slow and elegant. Apparently, this was some sort of dance

held me close. We began

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

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

But nothing worked.

moved too

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

only three couples remained. The others

arms locked around me and spun it into a graceful move, making it seem like it

crowd gasped

lifted me by the waist, spun me in the air, caught me again. The audience burst into applause as he dipped me low, holding me with pride, before gently

—and kissing me.

Right there.

center of the