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

my Lady! Now

and let my hair cascade free. I didn’t even need to debate it. Between the sleek look SkateSpan

the dress was

every flicker of candlelight. The neckline dipped just enough, and the sleeves were made of sheer

late, my Lady," one maid whispered. "We

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

told myself. Nothing bad will happen. I don’t feel

outside gave me a respectful nod as he locked the room. I hesitated, just for a moment, until the maid

It’s a masquerade

I frowned. "A mask?"

understand why when you see

it. It was delicate—deep crimson with gold

I slid it on.

I felt different. Mysterious.

grand staircase... and

best dresses I had ever owned, I still barely fit in among the other women.

someone—him. The moment I spotted

Those yellow eyes.

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

but he wasn’t paying her any mind anymore. He was

the sudden twist in my

toward 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, ethereal. Like a

And the worst part?

making eye contact from across the room, scanning my body with that irritatingly smug little smirk—but

They started dancing.

even