Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Hazel’s POV.

I ran.

I ran like my life depended on it because it did. My legs were burning, and my lungs were heaving with every breath I took. Sweat dripped down my forehead and stung my eyes. I didn’t dare stop. Not when the thundering footsteps behind me were getting closer with every second.

"No... no, they can’t catch me...

I can’t die now," I muttered, almost like a chant.

I darted around a corner of the High House, my heart slamming against my chest so loud it was all I could hear. The marble floors under my bare feet were slick, cold, unforgiving. I reached a hallway that led to a massive glass window at the end. The moonlight poured in, soft and silver, but it wasn’t comforting. It was a spotlight and I was the prey.

I yanked on the nearest door handle. Locked. Tried the next one. Also locked. Panic spiked in my chest as my hands scrambled over the last knob. Nothing.

A voice split the silence behind me.

"Hazel!!"

My father’s roar echoed through the hall like thunder, raw and venomous. "I’ll kill you, you bastard!" he screamed.

I froze, eyes darting toward the window. There was no escape that way. We were at least four stories up. And even if I survived the fall, the chaos below wasn’t exactly a pillow landing. The mating games were happening beneath us wolves in partial or full form, ripping and wrestling to claim what’s theirs. Dropping into that would be suicide.

Still, that was the only direction that didn’t end in a blade to my throat.