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

another woman. While I

for you to end up with another man," he

there with Miss Supermodel Deluxe? Laughing. Dancing. Holding her like she’s the only woman in the world. You barely even looked

he grabbed my

not dare turn your back on

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

jaw clenched, and then, with a sharp motion,

God...why did

My breath caught.

face. I felt the ground tilt beneath me. That haircut? That jawline? That perfectly sculpted nose, those thick brows, and those eyes..those

I was gone.

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

stomach flipped. I tried to

his

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

"Fine. I’ll teach you."

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

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

of course—Cyrius wasn’t

at the

rang through the crowd, teasing

my God, look at that! A new

turned toward her in confusion. Cyrius only

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

then reluctantly placed

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

me close.

didn’t flinch. No reaction. Just a soft laugh under his breath,

missteps, stumbles, even muttered sarcasm under my breath. I was doing everything I could to sabotage us,

But nothing worked.

too

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

three couples remained. The others still danced flawlessly, and I grew more

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

crowd gasped

me again. The audience burst into applause as he dipped me low, holding me with pride,

—and kissing me.

Right there.

in the center