Semua Bab CLAIMED BY HER TRIPLET ALPHAS: Bab 21 - Bab 30

HAZEL They didn’t even give me a day’s notice.Alpha’s white limo simply arrived at dawn, ready to drive me off to some spiritual sentencing. I was told to wear white, to match him. Now, I was standing barefoot in the center of a modernized shrine, three sorceresses chanting and circling us while incense hung in the air like judgment. Alpha stood beside me, dressed in ceremonial white garb while looking eager to get into things while all I felt was utter irritation.Across from us, the sorceresses stood in a triangular formation, arms raised as they chanted prayers I didn’t understand. They were some of the Moon Goddess's ordained propehtesses and apparently, our marriage required their divine stamp of approval.When the prayers seized, one of the sorceresses with flowing silver hair approached me.“You’ve come to bind your lives.” She said, her gaze bouncing between us. That was the farthest thing from what I wanted, but I knew I had no say in the matter and I was in no mood to s

HAZELThe Grand Lycan Convergence—a summit I had no business attending, was the one I’d just walked into. It sounded more important than it was, but it was just filled with men with overgrown egos, overflowing pockets, and overpriviledged statuses. But that’s the kind of men my father loved to bring me around, and he’s the only reason I was here today as much as I hated the scene.I looked around me, annoyed at the flock of elderly Alphas and how they shamelessly gawked at me even though their wives were at their sides. It made me want to pluck their eyes out and run off, I hated it so bloody much and words weren’t doing Justice to describe it. I was still fuming when I heard a low, familiar whisper behind me.“That dress looks nice,” Xander said, brushing past with a slow grin, “but it’ll look even nicer when I’m pulling it off you.”Then he walked off like he hadn’t just said something so filthy and stimulating in a sacred hall. I blinked as the words replayed in my head, lips pa

LEVITA The ride home was dead silent, and with my family that was never a good thing. It meant that something deadly was lurking closeby. My mother hadn’t said a word since we left the werewolf games, but she’s been texting on her phone while her stilletto nails clicked against her phone screen like gunshots.I could tell that she was fuming inwardly. Beside me, Wendy was on Instagram Live as usual, whisper-laughing into the camera and flipping her hair and having the time of her life. It was nauseating. As for me, I sat still, with my hands tightly placed in my lap and my jaw clenched so hard that it hurt. I just knew that something damning was brewing and I wasn’t eager to find out what it was. When we pulled into the driveway, I didn’t wait for the driver to open the door. I pushed it myself, marched straight into the house, heels echoing against marble, and trying to make it to my room as quickly as possi—Crack! My head snapped to the side as a slap cut me off.The sting bl

HAZELI let it slip.“Yours is worse than mine,” I said, picking at a piece of bread. “But mine is just as horrible because it’s two months to my wedding and I’m still screwing my side pieces.”Cecily dropped her napkin dramatically. “I beg your entire pardon? Girl, what?”I winced, slightly regretting that I’d overshared. “Forget I said anything.”“You said pieces, plural. Who, Hazel? Don’t make me pry it out of you,” she scooted closer, eyes wide with curiosity. “I’m not telling you,” I looked away from her, focusing on the waiter that was walking back with our meal. “You’re evil,” she whined. I laughed, “And you’re nosy, Cece.”The waiter served us and then we bantered back and forth for a bit until she stiffened slightly and leaned in like she had yet another secret to divulge.“Don’t look now, but isn’t that Cyrus Rossi?” she whispered like his presence alone was a scandal in itself. I turned before I could stop myself.Of course it was him.Cyrus. At the far end of the resta

HAZELThe hall buzzed with expensive perfume, polished egos, and forced laughter. They were the kind of crowd that feasted on secrets and loved blood.Despite that, all I saw was Zephyr the moment I walked in.I didn’t expect him to be here, for as long as I’ve known him he always sent his personal assistant to represent his company in minor business events such as these, but not this time. This time he was present and leaning against the bar like he owned the place, dark suit tight around his wonderfully hot frame, and head tilted lazily as his eyes scanned the crowd—only stilling when they landed on me.The smile that curled his lips was faint—almost invisible, but the accompanying look in his eyes burned through the silk of my dress and down my spine.I had to force myself to look away before the scent of my arousal rose questions in a den of wolves.As much as I wanted to, I didn't approach him. This wasn’t personal, I was here for business, and Zephyr would simply distract me wi