×Present×× Trix × I’m eating my words alright. In fact, I’m consuming the anger that has been boiling in me since I told her to shut up and she didn’t.Watching her fall unconscious in my arms made me realize how weak and fragile she is. And like any weak human out there, she is going to die a silly death, something as silly as tripping and falling. It disgusts me.Her weakness disgusts me. “Take her to her room.” I order the maids standing at the corner of the room. Immediately those maids oblige to my order, I turn around to face my people. What we had to discuss is more important than Dixie being her human self and fainting so easily. After the meeting, I stand in the courtroom with only Alvera beside me. “Trix, you should go check on her.” Alvera clearly makes it her business to butt in my life whenever she thinks something is wrong. “Who are you talking about?” I ask, only for her to give me a knowing look. “You know who. She is your mate. She is not alright. You should ch
× Dixie ×BANG! BANG! BANG!I wake up to the brain crushing sound of a drum beating outside my room. My room is close to Trix's room so I wonder why someone is taking the risk of facing Trix's wrath.Coming out of my bed, I force myself to stand. I almost fall back in my bed because of how dizzy I am. The drum beating outside is not making things any easier for me. Still, I gather my strength and walk towards the window to shout with every strength in my lungs. “Take that fucking drum somewhere else or I'll introduce you to the dungeon!” I threaten them immediately. Two men with a portable drum run away before I can take a good look at them. Before I can take a deep peaceful breath, a maid comes in to inform me. “Luna..” With a bow, she said. “The Alpha said you should join the daily training sessions. So, I am here to assist you in getting dressed. ”Luna? What the hell is that?“What did you just call me?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.The maid hesitates before answering, afraid she
× Dixie ×How did Gran gran think being with these savage people will help me? They are not helping me. Instead, they are trying their damn best to break me. Watching the huge girl approach me, I stagger back. I look around, looking for a way to escape the fight but there isn't! So, I face my opponent who is a few inches from me. Even from that distance, she towers over me like a pole, a really big pole. “Denise! Denise! Denise!” Everyone around us cheers her name. A smile adorns her face at the obvious victory she would get in a fight against me. I lack the strength of a werewolf, the healing abilities or their sharp senses but I have guts. Lots of it. So, I push ahead, attacking the oaf first. At the last minute, I swerve and jump over one of them like I am in an obstacle course. Running as fast as I can, I hear Ryder yell. “Get her!” The loud thumping sound of their steps as they run motivates me to run inside. The number will reduce to fit inside. Besides, I doubt everyone wil
× Dixie ×Alvera leaves us, giving Trix a nod. I follow her with my eyes as she disappears into the shadows of the hallway.“Relax, Piggy,” Trix says, his voice annoyingly calm. “I’m not here to drag you anywhere unless I have to.”I cross my arms, narrowing my eyes at him. I wish he had actually forgot the useless 'nickname' he gave me. It appears he hasn't.“You are so full of yourself, ain't it? You think I'm going to follow you just because you say it nicely? You're mistaken!” Making my frustration evident.His eyes flash with irritation. “You’re coming to the session, Dixie. End of discussion.”“Oh, so now you’re the dictator of my life?” I shoot back, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Guess what, Trix? I’m not one of your loyal lapdogs.”“Could’ve fooled me with all the running and hiding,” he says, a smirk playing on his lips.I roll my eyes, feeling my blood boil. “Why do you even care? You’ve made it clear you think I’m worthless.”His smirk fades, replaced by a hard, cold sta
× Dixie ×Denise, the massive girl from earlier, steps forward, cracking her knuckles. She looks like she’s been waiting for this moment. My heart pounds, but I keep my expression neutral. No way I’m letting them see me sweat.The werewolves form a loose circle around us, creating a makeshift ring. Ryder gives a nod, and Denise comes at me. I barely dodge her first swing, rolling to the side. The crowd jeers, but I tune them out, focusing on my opponent.Denise is strong, no doubt about it, but she’s also slow. I find that quite confusing that a werewolf is slow. She is fat though; her fatigue could be the reason for her slowness. I thank whatever god may exist in this world for this opportunity to not be eaten alive without making an attempt.I use her slowness to my advantage, sliding and weaving, trying to stay out of her reach. She growls in frustration, her swings becoming wilder. “Come on, human!” she taunts. “Stand still and fight!”I don’t respond. I’m too busy planning my
× Trix ×I can't believe the insolent girl could challenge my authority. I’ve had enough of her impudence, but this? This is fucking unacceptable.My eyes darken as I signal to the guards to handled her. The rest is history.I head back to my office; anyone around could have felt the energy of anger radiating from me and I bet wouldn't dare to come close.I slam the door shut behind me, the sound breaking through the room. I lean against the heavy wooden desk, my hands gripping the edges so hard my knuckles turn white.The audacity of that girl is astounding. Who the hell does she think she is to challenge me like that?
× Trix ×I wake up to a painful hear-deafeaning noise, my senses immediately alert.The smell of blood and the sound of chaos fill the compound. I throw on my clothes and rush out of my room, my heart pounding with rage and urgency.The sight that greets me is a nightmare. Nardoo warriors are everywhere, slaughtering my pack members with brutal efficiency.The pack house, usually a place of quietness and strength, is now a battlefield. A massacre!Bodies lie scattered, and the air is thick with the smell of blood and fear.In the dim light, I spot a group of Nardoos chanting somet
× Trix ×Alvera sits on the edge of the bed, her expression softening. “Do you want to talk about it?”I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “It was about Ryder. And Dixie. The Nardoos were here, slaughtering our pack members, and they captured Dixie. They were doing something to the rune in her palm, draining her energy. Ryder was fighting them, but... his head was cut off. I saw it roll on the ground.”Alvera’s eyes widen, but she remains silent, letting me continue.“I tried to help Dixie, but she wouldn’t accept it. She thought I was responsible for her predicament. And then Ryder... his death felt so real. I can’t shake it off.&rdq
× Trix ×The air is frigid as we make our way to the safe house. It’s like walking through a storm, even though the sky is clear. It’s not the weather. It’s her. Dixie. She’s wrapped in a coldness I can’t penetrate, and it hits me harder than the biting chill in the air.Falling into the pond has got me so wet and a bit cold but her attitude is way colder.We don’t speak. Not that I expect her to. She hasn’t said a word since we landed asides ‘I'm fine’. And I get it. I get why she’s upset, angry ,hell, I probably deserve all of it. But it doesn’t make it any easier to deal with. There’s this thick wall between us, and I can feel it with every step I take beside her.I try to offer her comfort, but I can’t even do that without her shutting me down. She doesn’
× Dixie ×I can't breathe. The jet is shaking so violently, it's like it's alive, thrashing against its own destruction. The walls are vibrating under the pressure, the floor beneath me feels like it's going to give way any second.Every breath I take feels like a struggle, like the air’s been sucked out of this goddamn plane. I want to scream, to let it out, but I can't. All that comes out is a choked sob that I barely even hear over the noise of the plane.My whole body is shaking.I can’t do this.I can’t jump.The thought hits me like a ton of bricks. I can’t even wrap my mind around it. The air is so thin up here, and the thought of throwing myself out of this tiny jet ,no, it’s not even a thought, it’s a nightmare.Heigh
× Trix ×One of the guards, his face pale as death, looks at me with wide eyes. "The pilot... he’s been sniped."My stomach drops like a stone. What the hell?I move before I can think. “Check the systems,” I bark, my voice a razor-sharp command. But even as I speak, I know it’s pointless. The damage is done. Our pilot’s gone. The jet’s flying itself, and we’re at the mercy of whoever did this.I hear the low hum of frantic voices in the background. The guards are trying to figure out what happened, but it doesn’t take long for the panic to spread through the cabin. The guards and a few helps start whispering. Some start standing, trying to move toward the exits, but I don’t have time for any of that. I need to keep them together. I need to control the chaos."Q
× Trix דI hate you!” she screams, her fists pounding against my chest again. It’s weak. Pathetic. But I know the meaning behind every hit, every word. “I hate you for doing this to me.”The words are like daggers in my chest. I can’t help it. They hurt. But I force myself to stay calm, to keep my hands steady.“I don’t give a damn if you hate me,” I say, my voice shaking with an emotion I won’t let her see. “But you’re coming with me. Whether you want to or not.”She tries again to break free, her body tense with anger, but I tighten my grip on her, pulling her away from the door.“Let me go!” she cries out, struggling in my arms, kicking at me, clawing at me. But nothing works.“I’m not letting you
× Trix × A few minutes pass before Alvera returns, and I already know what she’s about to say before she opens her mouth. “She’s refusing to leave,” Alvera says, her voice low but clear. Her eyes flicker with concern, but there’s no hesitation. “She doesn’t want to go with you.”I grit my teeth. "I figured as much," I mutter. A storm brews in my chest, but I force myself to stay composed, to keep my cool. "I’m going to get her myself." Alvera nods, stepping aside as I move past her. I can feel the anger burning behind my eyes, but I suppress it. This isn’t the time for rage. Not now. But damn it, I need her to understand. I march down the hall, my mind racing with the thought of what might happen if I can’t get her to understand. If I can’t make her see reason. I know how stubborn she is, how her heart’s set in its ways. But right now, I need her to see that this isn’t about trust anymore. It’s about survival. I reach her door, my knuckles rapping against it sharply. "Dixie," I
× Trix ×Stunned. I stare at Salcom, my blood boiling beneath the surface, every muscle in my body coiled tight. He’s playing his games again, twisting the moment to fit his narrative, and I’m already tired of it. Exhausted by the dance, the posturing, the damn theatrics he always loved. I don't ask him anything else. No more questions. I won’t give him the satisfaction. I know his tricks, his manipulations ,the way he thrives on pulling strings and watching people squirm. I won’t be his puppet. But then, with that oily smirk plastered across his face, he opens his mouth, and the words that come out hit like a sucker punch.“I’m here to issue an ultimatum,” he says, his tone shifting, a faux casualness that screams deception. An ultimatum? My instincts are already screaming that it’s a lie. Every syllable drips with calculated intent, a setup waiting to ensnare. My eyes narrow, heart pounding in my chest. “What ultimatum?” I ask, my voice low, dangerous. His eyes gleam, feeding o
× Salcom ×The energy is electric , dangerous, inviting, almost intoxicating. This baby girl , standing there with fire in her eyes and betrayal written across her face, has no idea what she’s radiating. Just by looking at her, I can tell. The connection is undeniable. Her bond with Trix pulses in the air, something primal, something sacred ,and that’s what makes it delicious. Fragile things always shatter so beautifully.I take a step closer, and the chaos around them fades. Pack members are still scattered, watching, whispering, but I barely hear them. All I see is her. The way she holds herself, defiant yet trembling, like a candle flickering in a storm. Who would’ve thought this was the one who could unravel him? Trix, the almighty Alpha, brought to his knees by a human. I almost laugh. Fate really does have a twisted sense of humor.And Trix? Oh, he’s trying so hard to play it cool. Standing there, fists clenched, that classic scowl plastered on his face. But I see it ,the flic
× Trix ×What? Salcom?The name alone sends a chill down my spine, like ice-cold claws raking through my veins. I freeze for a split second, but in that moment, everything around me seems to slow. The noise of the pack, the murmurs, the anger ,it all fades to a low hum, like I’m underwater.All I can focus on is the figure standing there. Salcom.He’s the last person I expect to see here, and the look in his eyes, that predatory glint, is more than enough to send alarms blaring in my head.Why is he here?
× Dixie דI never loved her,” he says again, his voice hard. Final. Like a door slamming shut.I flinch. I can’t help it. Each repetition is a reminder, a confirmation of every fear I’ve ever had.Why does it hurt so much? I knew this. Deep down, I knew. The whispers, the rushed marriage, the way he always kept me at arm’s length. It was never about love. It was strategy. A means to an end.But hearing it. God, hearing it is something else.The crowd is eating it up. I can feel their relief, their satisfaction. They wanted this. They wanted him to put me in my p