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

waltzing with another woman. While I was out here enjoying my peace,

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

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

turned to walk away, but he grabbed my

dare turn

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

and then, with a sharp motion, he pulled off his

God...why did he

My breath caught.

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

I was gone.

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

flipped. I tried to speak but no words

rage in his eyes didn’t

to learn how to dance, huh?" he said, stepping closer,

"Fine. I’ll teach you."

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 my dress glitter like

learned how to dance," I snapped, my voice sharp. "The man you just killed already taught me. So, you can

turned and started walking

of course—Cyrius wasn’t

grabbed my arm again, and I shoved him off. I was nearly at the top of the ballroom stairs, beginning my descent, when he yanked me

voice rang

at that! A new couple

her in confusion.

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

heart pounding, then reluctantly placed

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

held me close. We

reaction. Just a soft laugh under

sarcasm under my breath. I was doing everything I could

But nothing worked.

too

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

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

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 like

crowd gasped in

feet, 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,

—and kissing me.

Right there.

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