All Chapters of My Mate, My Bully: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

× Dixie × “I’ll wait for you, Luna. After all, this is the last lap, right?”My heart feels way too full. Here’s my best friend in this pack, the only person I feel comfortable sharing everything with, holding her ground for me like she’s a one-woman army, and I can’t even find the words to tell her how much it means.“Thank you,” I finally manage, my voice a bit choked, though I play it off with a shrug. “Guess I’ll go give my best impression of someone who’s interested in this… workout thing.”Jennie laughs, giving me a wink. “I’ll be here, moral support and all. If they give you any more trouble, just let me know, I’ve got a whole arsenal of bad jokes to throw at them.”I let out a quiet laugh, walking over to the sparring area where the others are pretending they didn’t just witness the whole scene. I know they’re annoyed, I can see it in the way they’re rolling their eyes and shooting me death glares. But honestly? For the first time, I actually feel like I’ve got backup. And t

× Trix ×     I shrug. “All yours.” But I don’t move, because frankly, I don’t trust half the people in this room. Jennie looks at Dixie. “You doing okay?” Dixie rolls her eyes, but I can see the tiny smile she’s fighting to keep hidden. “Yeah, just peachy. Y’know, sparring room and all.” Jennie gives her this look, like she’s seeing straight through her. “Right. Because ‘peachy’ is exactly the vibe I was getting.” Dixie snorts, and I realize she’s probably one of the only people who can make her laugh like that. Then, Jennie looks at me. “Don’t worry, Alpha. I’ll bring her back in one piece.” I smirk. “I better hold you to that.” Dixie rolls her eyes but looks amused, then turns to Jennie. “So, what have you been up to? ‘Classified pack business,’ really?” 

× Trix ×      I’m standing in front of the closet, half of my wardrobe spilled out on the bed. A suit here, casual jacket there.  Honestly, packing has never been my thing, but this trip feels different. I’ve gotta play human for two whole days, and it’s a room full of Nardoos too, which means it’s not exactly my typical crowd. I mean, I grew up around humans, went to school with them, I know how to blend in.  But this..this feels like another level. It’s like every part of me has to be on guard. I toss a few more things into my suitcase, mumbling to myself. "Just two days, Trix. You’ve got this." I check my reflection in the mirror, still rugged enough but just the right amount of polished. This face will pass as harmless and normal to them, or at least that’s the hope. Reaching for my watch, I glance around the

× Dixie ×     I’m helping Trix fold the last of his shirts when he suddenly says, “Come to the ball with me.” I freeze, the shirt slipping from my hands as I stare at him like he just spoke in another language.  Did he seriously just invite me to that ball? The one thrown by people who’d probably love nothing more than to see me six feet under? But there’s this glimmer in his eyes, like he’s actually waiting for me to say yes.  And suddenly my mind is a chaotic mess of thoughts. “Hold up. You want me to go with you?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady, but my heart’s pounding. He shrugs like it’s no big deal. “Yeah. Might be better if we’re together, you know, strength in numbers and all that,” he says, but there’s something else in his tone, liike maybe it’s not just about safety. 

× Trix ×    I can’t help it. The laugh that bursts out of me is loud and I know it's echoing around the room. I laugh so hard I have to press a hand to my chest, trying to catch my breath.  Dixie watches me with mock offense, but there’s a hint of something softer in her eyes, like she enjoys making me laugh this much.   “Okay, okay,” I manage, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye. “As... as unforgettable as that look is, you won’t be needing it.” I stand and walk over to the small intercom system on my table, pressing the button that connects to the main hall.   A few moments later, there’s a polite knock at the door, and a maid walks in.  Her name is Laramie, and she’s young but experienced, always carrying herself with the quiet confidence that comes from working in a house full of chaos.