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 you doing?" he

waltzing with another woman. While I was out here enjoying my peace, a very nice man offered me

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

Miss Supermodel Deluxe? Laughing. Dancing. Holding her like she’s the only woman in the world. You barely even looked at me. Too much

grabbed my wrist

not dare turn your

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

clenched, and then, with a sharp motion, he

God...why did

My breath caught.

rage I had fizzled into smoke. 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.

felt like dragging him to a dark corner and climbing him like a damn tree. Every feature reminded me of Cayden. Of Caspian. Of everything I used to crave and hate and want

tried to

his eyes didn’t

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

"Fine. I’ll teach you."

breath was warm against my skin, our faces just inches apart as the full moon bathed us in silver light,

"The man you just killed already taught me. So, you can go back to your

turned and started

course—Cyrius wasn’t

grabbed my arm again, and I shoved him off. I was nearly at the top of

woman’s voice rang through

A new couple has joined

in confusion.

the crowd now, would you? So," he said

pounding, then reluctantly placed

elegant. Apparently, this was some sort of dance competition, where an instructor wandered among the couples, eliminating anyone who made a mistake or

me close.

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

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

But nothing worked.

moved too well

way his hand fit perfectly at my waist, how our bodies flowed in

three couples remained. The others

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

gasped in

me in the air, caught me again. The audience burst into

—and kissing me.

Right there.

center of the