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

evening waltzing with another woman. While I was out here

the way from New Orleans just for you

"And what were you doing in there with Miss Supermodel Deluxe? Laughing. Dancing. Holding her like she’s the only woman in the world. You barely even looked at me. Too

he grabbed my wrist and yanked

not dare turn your back

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

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

oh God...why did he do

My breath caught.

saw his face..his actual face. I felt the ground tilt beneath me. That haircut? That jawline? That perfectly sculpted nose,

I was gone.

a damn tree. Every feature reminded me of Cayden. Of Caspian. Of everything I used

tried to

his eyes didn’t

he said, stepping closer, his voice low

"Fine. I’ll teach you."

my skin, our faces

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

turned and

course—Cyrius wasn’t

at the top of the ballroom stairs, beginning my descent, when

a woman’s voice rang through the

at that! A new

toward her in confusion. Cyrius

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

heart pounding, then reluctantly

was some sort of dance competition,

me close. We

he didn’t flinch. No reaction. Just a soft laugh

breath. I was doing

But nothing worked.

too well

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

only three couples remained. The others still danced

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

crowd gasped in

caught me

—and kissing me.

Right there.

the center of the