= TRIX =
The morning mist hung around the trees like a blanket, making me feel as cold inside as the air around me. Sleep had been a stranger the night before as the heavy burden of responsibility weighed on me. The rogues, the attack, the missing Tear - thoughts of them churned in my mind like a wild storm.
But another face kept flickering through the chaos – Dixie. The way she looked at me defiantly in the clearing, her eyes filled with fear and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on, it really shook me. Alvera had told me that Dixie disappeared after our last unfortunate and inconvenient encounter. Part of me was relieved – at least she wasn't in immediate danger. Another part, a part I couldn't explain, felt a pang of… concern? It was a foreign sensation, one I quickly pushed down.
Alvera appeared next to me, and her constant vigilance always made me feel safer. "Any sign of her?" I asked, my voice lingering in the cool morning air.
She shook her head, her expression worried. "The search parties haven’t returned yet. But Alpha," she began, sounding unsure, "we need to talk about her."
I tensed up. I still vividly remember how scared Dixie looked when I confronted her in the clearing. The elder couldn't find out about her, or about the rune and the mark that looked just like the rogues' symbol. After the attack on the temple, his trust in us was already fragile.
"We can't leave her out there," Alvera continued. "The Nardoo people might find her first. And if they do..."
The thought of them getting their claws on Dixie and her falling into their clutches, really scared me. It was a fear mixed with a weird protective feeling I couldn't quite explain. She was nothing more than just a human I had always liked picking on caught in the crossfire, but leaving her to fend for herself wasn't an option.
“We need a plan, Alpha." Her voice was a low murmur, respectful yet firm.
"I know," I said, feeling really frustrated. The Elder couldn't know about Dixie. Not yet. If he did, it would cause chaos in the pack with all the rumors and doubts it would stir up. Plus, the Nardoo pack – those rogue wolves – wouldn’t hesitate to use her against us if they knew about the rune on her hand. That's a risk we can't take.
"We need to keep her close," Alvera added calmly. "But we gotta do it without raising any red flags."
I clenched my jaw. Keeping Dixie close, that was easier said than done. The clearing, the confrontation with the rogues – she'd seen too much. She was a liability, a loose thread in the fabric of our secrecy.
"The Nardoos saw her with me," I argued, still feeling the sting of their shocked looks. "If she started living with us all of a sudden, it would raise more suspicion than if there was a surprise attack on the Moon Temple."
“But, Alpha–”
"She can’t stay with the pack," I growled, cutting her off. My voice was a harsh whisper in the quiet of the morning. Keeping her close was the only way to ensure her safety, but it couldn't be seen as anything other than coincidence. The Nardoos had already seen her with me, and they were probably suspicious.
Alvera's lips thinned. "Then what do you propose? Leave her to the wolves, literally?"
My silence said it all—there were no good options, only shades of bad. And then, out of nowhere, this crazy, desperate idea popped into my head, and it was so wild it almost made me laugh.
Just then, something sparked in her eyes, that same wild idea that just popped into my head.
Yes, my Beta and I can sometimes read each other’s minds. It’s something we have in the Slater Pack’s royalty line. We’ve had it since the inception of our pack centuries ago.
"Marry her," she blurted.
The air crackled with the absurdity of it.
Yes, it was an idea that passed my mind, but it was just that! Just a passing idea! It was totally insane for Alvera to even voice it out and think it to be a sensible thing.
Marry Dixie? The girl who I had spent my entire life making sure she saw me as her tormentor? The idea was ludicrous. "Are you out of your mind?" I choked on a growl, the words spitting from my lips.
"Think about it," Alvera pressed, unfazed by my outburst. “A sudden marriage wouldn't be entirely out of the blue for you. You're Alpha, and it's been… well, a while."
"A while since what?" I snapped.
"Since you've shown any interest in… companionship," she finished delicately.
My face burned. True, the death of my brother, Enzo, had left a gaping hole in my life, a void I hadn't even tried to fill. But the thought of marrying some… human girl… her of all people…
"As her husband, her presence by your side wouldn't raise an eyebrow. It would silence any suspicion." She added.
I ran a hand through my hair, my frustration increasing by the second. Her point was valid, but the thought of marrying Dixie… It felt wrong on so many levels. And yet… what other option was there?
"There has to be another way," I muttered, grasping at straws.
Alvera shook her head. "There isn't, Alpha. Not unless you're willing to risk the Nardoos getting to her first. And with the mark and rune she bears…"
Her words lingered, heavy and cold, reminding us how much danger Dixie was in. I closed my eyes, feeling the heavy responsibility settle on me like a heavy cloak. Lives were on the line—mine, the pack’s, and now, somehow, Dixie’s too.
Alvera placed a hand on my shoulder, her touch grounding. "It's the only way. A marriage would explain her constant presence at your side. Anything less or more would raise questions."
My stomach churned. Marry that human girl? This was pure insanity. But as I looked out at the rising sun, feeling the heavy responsibility for our pack’s future, I realized Alvera might be right. It was insane, yes, but it was also the only way.
Taking a deep breath, I met Alvera's gaze, a bitter taste on my tongue. "Fine," I conceded, the word tasting like defeat. "But this doesn't mean I like it."
Alvera's lips twitched into a slight smile. "No one said this would be easy, Alpha. But sometimes, the hardest choices are the ones that save us all."
“Yeah…whatever…” I rolled my eyes and she instinctively took her hand off my shoulder as i rose, “We'll do it your way.”
= DIXIE ="I'm not marrying you!" I practically screeched, totally shocked by the craziness of it all. Here I was, back in Grandma's cozy cottage, only this time, the living room wasn't filled with the familiar scent of freshly baked cookies. No, it was filled with tension so thick I could practically chew on it. Trix, looking like a thundercloud in a designer two-piece, glared at me. His right-hand woman, Alvera, stood next to him all serious, not showing any emotion. And there was Jackson, my childhood buddy, who stood beside me with tight fists and eyes full of anger and worry for meTrix shot up from his seat, towering over me with those infuriatingly intense eyes. "Then we're all gonna die, stupid!" he retorted."I'd rather die than marry you!" I fired back as my hands trembled with anger. Marry Trix? The guy who had made my life a living hell, and recently I found out he's some werewolf alpha? Totally bonkers!How the hell did he even find out I was staying there? "There's no
× Dixie ×Ugh, these days feel like they're on slo-mo. Trix, the total pain-in-the-fur alpha, has granted me temporary refuge in the Slater territory, as if I needed it. But of course, it's not chill in any way; it's more like being stuck in a reality show with Alvera, who I now know is his Beta or what do they call it, and Ryder, his best friend, watching my every move. Ryder's got this intense glare, like I'm a ticking time bomb and he's waiting for me to explode or something. Alvera's vibe is more 'whatever,' but her eyes are lowkey tracking me even though she pretends to be indifferent about me staying here.Living in this werewolf soap opera is seriously making me crave normalcy. I mean, who signed up for this supernatural drama anyway? Not me.Remembering that first encounter with werewolf Trix always gives me major regret vibes because I know wholeheartedly that if I had left when he had told me to, I wouldn't be where I am now. In a confined room, in his house, with a fuckin
× Dixie ×A freakin' week trapped in Trix's house feels like an eternity. Seriously, if someone told me I'd end up married to the guy who has made my life a living nightmare, I'd have laughed in their face and scoffed at the absurdity. It's like hate is this unwelcome roommate, lurking under my skin, making every moment in this suffocating place unbearable.Every freakin' time I try to figure out what the heck Trix is scheming, he shuts me down like I'm just a pesky mosquito. "Stay put, Dixie," he barks, like I'm some obedient dog waiting for a treat. It's infuriating, and I can feel the itch to break free crawling under my skin.This house, it's like a cage, squeezing tighter around me with each passing moment. I'm dying to know what's going on, dying to be a part of the dang conversation. But no, Trix thinks I'm better off twiddling my thumbs until he decides I'm worthy of his grand master plan revelation.Curiosity is clawing at me, tearing through any semblance of patience I might
× Trix ×As the messed-up days keep rolling, Ryder's practically breathing down Dixie's neck. Suspicion radiates from him and you can practically touch it.One cool evening, I'm hanging by the balcony, checking out the training session just a few yards away. Most of them are weak and pathetic. I dread the mere mention of war just cus I know we'll be completely obliterated. “Urgh…” I slap my forehead and look elsewhere.Dixie's with one of the female volunteers from the hospital, playing board games. I study Dixie carefully. The way she does things has always irritated and intrigued me at the same time. Her voice, the way she speaks, the way she laughs and cries, the way she carries herself, the way she makes decisions…“Urgh…” I need a drink. A maid, as if reading my mind, comes in with a bottle of water and lays it on a high table beside me. I take it and gulp down.My mind strolls to the meeting that I had with the elder about this same dilemma that has completely upended my life.
× Dixie ×In a desperate hunt for answers, ‘cus Trix doesn't seem he'll tell me any anytime soon, I kinda latch onto Jennie. She says she's around my age and she works as a volunteer nurse in this pack’s healthcare centre. Apparently, they have only one hospital.Jennie's a firecracker, seriously. She's short, spunky, with these crazy curls that have a mind of their own. She rocks the whole 'effortlessly cool' vibe with ripped jeans and band shirts, but there's always a hint of glitter somewhere. I swear, she's like a walking disco ball. Plus, her laugh is contagious – you can't be around Jennie and not end up smiling. She's this rare beacon of sanity in this bonkers werewolf universe. And let me tell you, she's got the patience of a saint.Patiently, she explains this whole werewolf pack drama – hierarchies, rules, and whatnot. Never in one million years would I have ever thought I'd be living inside a werewolf world with werewolves?! Like as if I'm in a fantasy series or something.
× Dixie ×The room feels super tense as Trix talks with the older folks, hashing out plans about strategies and the impending threat from the Nardoos. Trix's voice is loud, filling the room as he goes on about plans with the elders.I stand idly by, kind of like the only outsider in a world that has suddenly become mine. I'm just hanging there, watching, and this thought pops into my head. Maybe I should say something that could actually help.Can't hold back, so I go, "Hey, what if we try talking to the other packs? Like, make allies and join forces against the Nardoos?"Trix's eyes narrow, and a derisive smirk twists his lips. "And what would you know about werewolf politics, Piggy? Stick to your human concerns," he dismisses me harshly."I just thought..." I begin, trying to defend my idea, but he cuts me off."You thought wrong. This is not your place. Keep quiet, or I'll make you," he threatens with his alpha dominance radiating in the room.I clench my fists, "But maybe if we—"
~ Flashback ~~ 2 days ago ~~ 2:34 pm ~ × Trix ×As I flip through the pages in front of me and realize that a war is indeed coming, I let out a growl. The weight of the realization bears down on me, and I can almost feel the thick clouds of conflict gathering over our pack.The old, dusty book lies open on the table and I wondered how long the book has existed. Definitely way before my parent's parent's existence. A sharp ringtone interrupts my thoughts. I glance at the screen—Ryder. With a sigh, I pick up the call."Hey man, what's up?"“Hey, big dog. Listen, I’m out of town for a few days. Won’t be around for the meetings with the pack elders.”I rub my temples, the stress piling on. "Wait, what? Great timing. You know how important these meetings are."“I know, man. It’s just… this thing came up. It's really urgent and I gotta deal with it.""Ryder, you know we need everyone here, especially you. These meetings are crucial," I say, frustration creeping into my voice, 'cause I c
× Trix ×I keep wondering what Alvera means by what she said.I stand up, resolve hardening. "Alright, let’s do this." With a final nod from Alvera, I head out to find Dixie. I’ve got to lay it all out for her, make sure she gets the gravity of this situation. I stride down the hallway, my frustration bubbling over with every step. It's not like I want to see her fucking face or hear her whining voice, but I know it's the price I have to pay to keep my pack alive. I approach the last place I saw her and she isn't there. Where the hell is she? I pass by a couple of hospital volunteers and pause, barely keeping my irritation in check. "Have you seen Dixie?" I ask one of them, trying to keep my voice steady."She left a while ago," the volunteer replies, looking a bit nervous.Great. Just great. I grind my teeth and continue my search, feeling my anger spike. Of course, she’s nowhere to be found when I need her. Typical Dixie—always running off, never where she’s supposed to be. I s
× 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