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.

I stayed close enough... I could still hear my babies. Their little heartbeats. I’d know the moment something

a

clapped quietly in victory. "Perfect, my Lady! Now please, it’s time for styling—you’re

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

the dress was on, I was

The rich, red fabric shimmered softly, catching every flicker of candlelight. The neckline

already late, my Lady," one maid whispered.

sleeping so

only, I told myself. Nothing bad will happen. I

as he locked the room. I hesitated, just for

wear this. It’s a masquerade

I frowned. "A mask?"

when you see your husband... and everyone

took it. It was delicate—deep crimson with gold filigree, covering only

I slid it on.

did, I felt different. Mysterious. Regal.

we descended the grand staircase...

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

the grand staircase, and my eyes frantically searched for someone—him. The moment I spotted Cyrius, my breath hitched. God. Even with that mask, I

Those yellow eyes.

cut and styled, now curled slightly to frame his face, making him look even more handsome than usual. The tuxedo hugged him in all the right places, tall and

The woman was still touching him, but he wasn’t paying her any mind anymore. He was staring..burning

ignoring the sudden twist in my

hardly tasted it. Cyrius was still busy with that woman. And honestly? She was beautiful.

And the worst part?

come over to say anything to me. Just kept making eye contact from across the

They started dancing.

wasn’t even looking at