Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Hazel’s POV

Hell yeah, I’m ready.

I stood in front of the cracked, dusty mirror in the corner of my cramped room, taking in my reflection like it was the last thing I’d see. My curves were perfect, the shape that most girls dreamed of—but the brown dress I wore was old, faded, and torn in places underneath.

But then I remembered,when something is worn with confidence, it becomes the best thing in the room, right? I consoled my raging heart with that thought, clutching it like a lifeline.

I smoothed my dress, lifting my chin higher. I was done feeling invisible.

Just then, a sudden chuckle cut through the quiet like a jagged knife. I spun around, heart slamming, and my gaze locked onto the devil incarnate herself Natasha. That smug, sick smile plastered on her face was worse than any venom she could spit.

"Isn’t that my dress?" she mocked, stepping forward with calculated ease.

I clenched my fists but held my ground.

"Omg! Yes, it’s the one!" Sophia chimed in with wicked delight, joining Natasha like two poisonous vipers ready to strike. "The one you wore when you had your first kiss with Alpha Cayden."

The name sent a cold shiver down my spine. I hadn’t even met him, but the mere mention gave me chills he was legendary in these circles. And Sophia’s next words sliced even deeper.

"And now I’m going to be his mate," she laughed loudly, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.

They joined in, their laughter echoing through the small room like a sinister choir, laughing at the sickest reasons—as if my life was some twisted joke.