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.

stayed close enough... I could still hear my babies.

gave a reluctant

Lady! Now please, it’s time for styling—you’re going to be

free. I didn’t even need to debate it. Between the sleek look

dress was on,

catching every flicker of candlelight. The neckline dipped just enough,

one maid whispered.

look. They were still sleeping so peacefully, faces angelic, untouched by the madness of the

bad will

room. I hesitated, just for a moment, until the maid pulled something

It’s a masquerade ball. Faces must

I frowned. "A mask?"

you see

with gold filigree, covering only my eyes

I slid it on.

I did, I felt different. Mysterious. Regal. A

descended the grand

best dresses I had ever owned, I still barely fit in

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

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 regal, hands casually stuffed in his pockets. But it was the woman beside him—her arm looped lazily around his neck, whispering something into his ear—that made something

mine. The woman was still touching him, but he wasn’t paying her any

twist in my

still busy with that woman. And honestly? She was beautiful. That long black hair, those icy blue eyes...

And the worst part?

He hadn’t even come over to say anything to me. Just kept making eye contact from across the room, scanning my body with that irritatingly smug little smirk—but

They started dancing.

even looking