Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Taste of Despair

~Hazel’s POV~

I scrubbed the floor harder, tears stinging my eyes as the wine soaked into my rag. Natasha had spilled it on purpose again. The tile was already spotless before, but she didn’t care. None of them did.

The moment I was done, she kicked the glass over again, laughing cruelly.

"Oops," she giggled, and Lilian and Sophia joined her, their laughter echoing through the room. And then her face gleamed with intense menacingly in a way I could recognize she’s about to say something horrible.

"Use your face this time," She snapped, her voice sharp like broken glass.

I froze. "What?" I hissed under my breath.

That was enough to set her off.

"I said Use your face this time." She said as her hand flew to my face, the slap ringing loud in the silent tension that followed.

"No..please." I whispered fearing another slap.

Natasha had always been my father’s pride. I on the other hand, Was a mistake.

I whimpered as Sophia and Lilian yanked my arms behind me, holding me down while Natasha shoved my face to the floor.

"Pls don’t do this, Pls." I cried.

"Scrub it properly," she ignored all of my pleas.

The wine burned against the fresh cut on my cheek, and some trickled into my mouth. I choked, gagging.

"That’s what your ugly face deserves," Natasha spat.

Sophia laughed beside her. "Poor floor," she mocked. "Imagine having to be kissed by that."

When they finally let me go, I scrambled to the far corner of the room. My face was bleeding. I could see strands of my brunette hair on the floor where they’d ripped it out.

"Ew," Lilian sneered. "Her hair’s disgusting. Let’s chop it off."

Panic gripped me. Hit me. Shame me. Fine. But not my hair!

I watched in horror as Natasha reached for a pair of scissors, her eyes gleaming with cruelty.

"Don’t worry, sister," she said in a sugary-sweet tone, tilting her head. "Maybe next time, don’t come back as a human."

They all howled with laughter.

Before I could run, Lilian and Sophia grabbed me again.

"Hold her," Natasha said, stepping closer with the scissors in hand

And then the door slammed open.

A normal child would’ve felt relief seeing their father. But not me. Never me.

The moment his eyes landed on me, my heart dropped.

He didn’t ask if I was okay. He didn’t care about the blood or the fear on my face. His lips curled in disgust.

"Father," Natasha purred.

"What, darling?" he answered gently, his expression soft only for her. Then he glanced at me, eyes narrowing. "Why is there noise?"

"Nothing, Dad," she said with a smile. "Your maid daughter just doesn’t know how to play."

He looked at me the same way he always did. Like I was a stain on the family name.

The former Beta of the mighty Blue Moon Pack once feared, now just bitter cursed with four powerful she-wolves... While I was just a result of the one-night stand he had with a human.

"They were going to cut my hair, Fa—"

Before the word even left my mouth, his hand struck me.

"Don’t you ever call me that," he growled. "You should be grateful they even want to play with you. Not scream like we’re torturing you."

"Play?"

The tiny voice stopped all of us.

Ariel stood in the doorway, her wide green eyes filled with horror. She was the youngest of us, and the only one with a heart. She ran to me without hesitation, wrapping her arms around me.

"Father! They wanted to cut her hair!" she cried.

He yanked her away from me. "And so what?" he snapped.

"She should be thankful. That horrible hair needs a fix anyway. Natasha’s just being generous."

"NO!" Ariel screamed, struggling in his grip.

But he didn’t listen.

Instead, he turned to my sisters.

"Go on," he said.

They all shrieked like they’d just won the damn lottery.

Before I could even move, they were on me. Lilian and Sophia grabbed my arms, pulling me forward as I thrashed and screamed.

"MY HAIR! YOU FREAKING BITCH!"

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