Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 104: Wolf out

**~ Hazel’s POV ~**

Evening came, and I was beyond ready..but not in the way everyone expected. My twins were already fast asleep, soft breaths rising and falling like music to my soul. I stared at them, heart torn. There was no way I was attending that ball if it meant leaving them alone in this room. Or worse, dragging them to some loud, glittering mess where I’d be distracted every other second. Absolutely not.

Then came a soft knock at the door.

I practically flew toward it and swung it open. The maids stood there, all grins and glowing excitement.

"My Lady," one of them beamed, "is it time? We’re here to get you dressed for the ball."

My gaze flicked immediately back to my babies. "And where exactly am I supposed to keep them while I’m playing dress-up and dancing around with strangers?"

She stepped forward. "You can lock the door and leave them here, or you can entrust them to us, or you could even take them along with you—"

"None of that sounds right," I snapped, cutting her off with a raised hand. "Did you not hear me? I’m not leaving my babies with anyone. I’m not locking them alone. And I’m sure as hell not dragging them to a noisy ballroom. So, go tell your Alpha..or my husband, or whoever that I’m not attending."

They paused, stunned. I could see their smiles twitching, falling. They turned slowly to leave, disappointed.

Then I stopped them.

"Wait," I muttered, jaw tight. "Did you say a guard would be stationed at the door?"

"Yes, my Lady," the other maid answered quickly. "Always. One outside at all times."

I turned toward my twins again, heart pounding with hesitation. "How far is the ballroom from here?"

"Just one floor below, my Lady. Just downstairs."

I paused. I could already hear the music from here..lively strings, the thrum of footsteps, muffled laughter. Even Cyrius’s heartbeat faintly echoed beneath it all.

hear my babies. Their little

a reluctant nod.

"Perfect, my Lady! Now please, it’s time

cascade free. I didn’t even need to debate it. Between the sleek look SkateSpan gave me and this soft, French-inspired elegance, I knew which one was winning

dress was

places, accentuating every curve with delicate detail. The rich, red fabric shimmered softly, catching every flicker of candlelight. The neckline dipped just enough, and

Lady," one

babies one last lingering look. They were still sleeping so peacefully, faces angelic, untouched by

told myself. Nothing bad will happen. I don’t feel any dread, not

a respectful nod as he locked the room. I hesitated, just for a moment, until the maid pulled something out from behind her

Lady, you need to wear this. It’s a masquerade ball. Faces

I frowned. "A mask?"

understand why when you see your husband... and everyone

brow but took it. It was delicate—deep crimson with gold filigree, covering only my eyes and brushing the bridge of

I slid it on.

I felt different.

grand staircase... and

was wearing one of the best dresses I had ever owned, I still barely fit in among the other women. They looked so elegant and

frantically searched for someone—him. The moment I spotted Cyrius, my breath hitched. God. Even

Those yellow eyes.

tall and regal, hands casually stuffed in his pockets.

eyes met mine. The woman was still touching him, but he wasn’t

clenched my fists, ignoring the sudden twist in my chest, and continued

the main hall, where people were seated and chatting. I picked up a glass of something sweet, though I hardly tasted it. Cyrius was still busy with that woman. And honestly? She was beautiful. That long black hair, those icy blue eyes... she looked expensive,

And the worst part?

hadn’t even come over to say anything to me. Just kept making eye contact from across the room, scanning

They started dancing.

he wasn’t even