All Chapters of My Mate, My Bully: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

× Trix ×   I can’t believe I’m even in this room. This ballroom. This den of wolves who have caused my pack nothing but pain, humiliation, and loss.  All this time, all this effort to keep my pack together, and now I’m dancing in the middle of it, in the middle of them, with my mate by my side, pretending like this is some fairy tale. Like none of it matters.   But it matters.   Dixie must sense the shift in my mood because she’s quiet now. She stops swaying, her hand still in mine, but she’s not pulling away. She’s waiting for me. I can feel the weight of her eyes on me, but I can’t focus on her. Not now. Not with the Nardoos Alpha still missing from this room.   “What’s wrong?” she asks, her voice low, almost too calm. She’s used to me being distant, to my silence, but this is different. I don’t want her to know the truth, do

× Dixie ×    I have to admit, it's actually super duper nice to know that Trix is all over me like a little lost puppy.  And not just any puppy, I’m talking a full-on, tail-wagging, “I’d follow you anywhere” kind of puppy. Like... Bambi level cute. Who would’ve thought that the big, bad Alpha with that intimidating vibe would be this all in on me? It’s wild, honestly.  If someone had told me a few months ago that Trix would be this way with me, I would’ve called them crazy and laughed in their face. But here we are, and I can’t even pretend like I’m not enjoying every second of it. And that kiss? Oh god, that kiss. It felt like the world paused for a moment. Like all of time stopped so I could just... feel . I still can’t get over it.  My heart’s still doing flip-flops, and yeah, I know, I’m trying to be cool about it, but damn , I’m

× Dixie × Trix is over there, standing face-to-face with the man who’s made his life, and by extension, my life miserable. The tension between them is so thick you could cut it with a knife. It’s honestly not the most pleasant sight to behold, and I have to admit, I’m feeling all kinds of things watching it unfold. Not that I care about Trix’s pack or anything. Because I don’t . Or, well, maybe I do. Okay, fine, I care about Trix now, and that’s new and weird and ugh , kind of sweet. There, I said it.The way he carries himself, all confident and commanding, even in front of the enemy, sends shivers down my spine. And not just because of the impending drama. The man has a presence that demands attention, and even though I’d never admit it to his face (his ego is big enough, thank you very much), it’s kind of… well, it’s kind of hot . The way his jaw clenches, the way his shoulders stay square and steady, it’s enough to make anyone a little weak in the knees. Not me, obviously. I’m

× Dixie × I shift from foot to foot, the fabric of my dress swishing around my ankles, a sound almost drowned out by the live band playing some classic slow ballad in the background. Couples are dancing, swaying like they have nothing in the world to worry about, and I want that kind of peace. Even just for a minute. I let out a breath, lifting onto my toes in these heels that I’ll forever be happy I chose, and I try to catch sight of Trix through the crowd. He’s tall, commanding, and usually easy to spot, but right now he’s swallowed up by Hermes’s gaggle of women and that general aura of sleaze. Ugh, I hate this. It’s like trying to keep an eye on a lion in a room full of snakes.For the record, Trix is the Lion personified. Yeah.And then, just as I’m about to give up and sulk dramatically against the nearest pillar, my attention catches on someone else. A man standing across the room, partially obscured by a group of older people who are laughing too loudly at something that

× Alvera ×The meeting room is filled with the scent of cedarwood and age-old dust. I’m here, listening with every ounce of patience I can muster, which, to be honest, isn’t much today.I sit stiffly, hands clasped in front of me, trying not to sigh too audibly as Elder Raven, who somehow manages to make every conversation about the “good old days” — launches into yet another tale about when the pack’s discipline was the envy of every other territory. But even that familiar irritation is better than what comes next.The elders, in their oh-so-subtle way, begin dropping hints about Trix and Dixie. And when I say “hints,” I mean thinly veiled criticisms that hang in the air like clouds about to burst.“It's come to our attention,” another elder begins, her voice carrying that polished edge of authority, “that the Alpha has been… distracted as of late.”I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Distracted? Right, because keeping our pack safe and secure, managing peace talks, and negotiating al