All Chapters of My Mate, My Bully: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

× 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 ×     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 ×     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’

× Trix × I can’t believe the audacity of that bastard. Salcom gave me a freaking deadline ? A freaking countdown to bloodshed. My blood is still boiling, my mind racing with every possible move to counter him, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t shake the image of his smug face from my head. He thinks he has me cornered. Four days to step down or watch everything burn. He’s underestimating me. Big mistake. Fr. I’m pacing near the edge of my desk when Ryder finally shows up. At first, I’m ready to lash out on him. Where the hell has he been? Why wasn’t he here when the pack was falling apart? I turn to him, my face hard, my arms crossed, every inch of me radiating anger. But then I take a second look at him, and something stops me cold.Ryder still doesn’t look like himself. His usual confidence, that air of casual defiance, is gone. Instead, he’s hunched over slightly, like he’s carrying a weight too heavy for his frame. His face is pale, his eyes hollow. He’s not just tired, he’

× Trix × “I’ve had a hunch about this for a while, you know,” she says, folding her arms and leaning back against the wall like she’s dropping a casual bomb in a heated argument. Her words are so nonchalant, it takes me a moment to process them. Wait, what? “You what ?” I snap, turning on her so fast the room spins. My patience, already stretched thinner than I’d like, snaps like a frayed thread. “You’ve had a hunch? And you didn’t think it was worth telling me?” Alvera meets my glare without flinching, her expression the perfect mix of calm and defiant. “It wasn’t exactly a solid lead, Trix. And let’s be real, would you have listened?” Her tone, laced with that signature Alvera sarcasm, pushes me over the edge.I take a step closer, towering over her. “You had a lead on this ,” I say, jabbing a finger toward Ryder like he’s Exhibit A, “and you sat on it? Now we’re stuck scrambling for answers because you couldn’t be bothered to mention it?” Alvera doesn’t back down. She ne