All Chapters of My Mate, My Bully: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

× Dixie ×Time freezes. Or maybe it doesn’t, but it feels like it does. My thoughts are still spinning round and round, tangled in the wreckage of everything I just realized, and then, just like that,Salcom’s voice slices through the fog in my head, sharp and commanding like a whip cracking through the air. “Enough.” It’s one word. One word, but it might as well be a spell because before I can blink, everything changes. The impact knocks the breath out of me, and for a second, all I can do is gasp and try to make sense of what’s happening. I lift my head, and I see the others. Trix is on his knees beside me, his jaw tight and his body trembling like he’s fighting against whatever force just put him down. I’ve never seen him look so… powerless . It doesn’t make sense. Trix is always in control, always the strongest, always the one who keeps us safe, and yet here he is, forced to kneel. Ryder isn’t doing any better. He’s on the other side of me, his hands clenched into fists

× Trix × “Go to hell, Salcom.” Dixie’s voice echos through the whole place like a knife, almost sharp and dripping with venom. She’s trying to keep it together, to stand tall in the face of him, but I know her, probably better than she’d like to admit. Dixie might wear her sarcasm like armor, but I can see the cracks. Salcom, of course, just smiles. That annoying, smug little smirk that makes me want to tear him apart limb by limb. He tilts his head, watching Dixie with that predatory look of his, like he’s already won. “Extend your arm,” Salcom says, his voice is soft but sounds deadly. Dixie looks up, and her expression is that of shock. “You’ve lost your damn mind.” “Extend. Your. Arm.” The command flows out of him like an incantation, and my heart drops into my stomach as I watch Dixie’s body betray her. Her hand trembles, her shoulders twitch, and she fights it, God, she’s fighting so hard but her arm begins to lift. Inch by inch, her hand moves forward, fingers outs

× Dixie ×Everything feels slow at first, like I’m crawling my way up from the bottom of some endless ocean. Really slow. My limbs are heavy, my head’s pounding, and every sound around me is muffled, like cotton has been stuffed into my ears. I don’t know how long I’ve been standing here, or when the increasing chaos in the air started to calm down, but it eventually does as something shifts subtle at first, like a crack splintering in glass. “What…what is this?” I could hear Salcom say.It takes a second to register what I’m seeing. He’s holding the Moon’s Tear now, both hands wrapped around the glowing vial like it’s a lifeline and his face is twisted in something like shock. No. More than shock. Panic. His shoulders are stiff, his jaw is clenched, and there’s this faint tremble in his grip, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. I blink, my vision finally clearing, and I realize the once-bright glow of the Moon’s Tear is…dimming. The liquid inside isn’t golden anymore. It’s

× Alvera ×My mind is moving at a million miles per hour. I’m cataloging every angle, every possible way out of this living nightmare. I know there has to be something, some flaw in Salcom’s grand design. Maybe a blind spot in his guards’ formation. Maybe a weak point in the walls or ceiling. Maybe, damn it , anything. But nothing. Nothing screams at me, nothing gives me a way to move, a plan to execute. All I see are too many guards with too many weapons, their obsidian guns glinting in the low, eerie torchlight. And Salcom, standing like some self-anointed king in his dark robes, his black eyes reflecting nothing but cruelty and madness. The air feels too thick, almost electric, like the compound itself is holding its breath. Trix is fuming silently, his chest rising and falling in sharp, controlled bursts. Dixie’s eyes flicker between black and her usual warm brown, and I can see her struggling with whatever hold Salcom’s power has on her. She’s trying to fight, to resist, and

× Alvera ×Trix thrashing against the chains like a wild animal, veins bulging, teeth bared as he snarls curses at Salcom. I’ve never seen him like this before. I mean, Trix is a lot of things, ruthless, cold, terrifying when provoked, but this? This is something else entirely. This is a man angry, snapping thread by thread as the woman he loves bleeds out in front of him. And I.. I’m the one trying to hold him together.“Trix!” I yell, lunging forward just enough to put some weight against his shoulder. My chains scrape against the ground, biting into my skin, but I don’t care. He’s going to tear himself apart, and that’s not even the worst part of it. The real problem is that Salcom is just watching him, smiling like this entire moment of horror is a private joke. A sick, twisted joke that only he understands. “Trix, you’re not helping her! You are…”“I’M NOT LETTING HER DIE!” he roars, cutting me off as he jerks against the chains again. The sheer force of his body sends me stum