All Chapters of My Mate, My Bully: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

× Dixie דTrix,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. It’s so soft it doesn’t even sound like me. I don’t know what else to say. I’m on my knees in front of him, the bottle still clutched tight against my chest, its hum vibrating against my ribs like a second heartbeat. My hands are stained crimson, the cut on my wrist still open, still dripping. But none of that matters, not the pain, not the fatigue because I’m here, and I see him, and for one terrifying second, I just need to breathe properly. He stares at me, frozen. His jaw is tight, his shoulders tense like he’s holding back an entire storm inside him. I reach out. My hands are shaky, weak, but I still do it anyway. I wrap my arms around him, pulling myself closer to his chest. The cold metal of the chains presses against my skin, biting into my bruised arms, but I don’t care. I don’t let go. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, I let my body rest against him. His familiar scent hits me. And I almost believ

× Ryder ×Everything feels heavy. My limbs, my chest, even my eyelids. I can hear the muffled sounds around me. Trix growling orders, Dixie’s breathless pleas but it all feels so distant, like I’m underwater. The world is spinning, and the only thing anchoring me to this reality is the sharp, relentless pain tearing through my body. I know it’s bad. I don’t need a healer to tell me. The way the blood is pooling beneath me, the way my breaths are shallow and I keep wheezing, I know. I try to move, just to prove to myself that I’m not done yet, but the fire in my chest flares, and I choke on the air I’m trying to pull in. My vision blurs, and I think for a second that I might black out. Not yet. Not yet. “Ryder, stay with us!” Dixie’s voice breaks through the haze, high-pitched and frantic. She’s staying next to me, paws pressing against my side, trying to stop the bleeding. I want to tell her it’s useless, that it doesn’t matter anymore, but I can’t bring myself to say it.

× Trix ×The bamboo forest feels colder than usual, even under the faint glow of the moon. Shadows stretch long and thin across the ground, their dark parts weaving between the trees like whispers of things better left unsaid. I shouldn’t feel this uneasy here, not in the heart of my own territory, not in the presence of Dixie, but tonight, nothing feels right. Dixie walks ahead of me, her grip on the bottle of Moon’s Tears is so tight that her knuckles turn white, her other hand trembling at her side. She hasn’t said much since we left Alvera in the healer’s care, and I haven’t pushed her. This moment, this plan, feels too fragile to poke at. One wrong word might shatter whatever thread of hope she’s holding onto. “Are you sure about this?” I finally ask, my voice low as the bamboo alpha’s tomb comes into view. The ancient structure is now overgrown with moss and vines, with its stones worn smooth by centuries of wind, sun and rain. It doesn’t look like much… it's just like a fo

× Dixie ×A gunman spots us, his eyes narrowing as he raises his rifle. Trix moves faster than I can blink, grabbing the guy’s arm and twisting it until I hear a sickening crack.Satisfying.The gun falls to the ground, and Trix kicks it away before slamming the guy into the dirt. I don’t have time to be impressed, because another gunman is already running toward us. “Behind you!” I shout. Trix turns just in time to dodge a swing from the guy’s rifle. He grabs the weapon, yanking it out of the man’s hands before delivering a swift punch to his jaw. The guy goes down, and Trix turns to me, his expression grim. “Are you okay?” he asks. I nod, even though my legs feel like they’re about to give out. The sound of a wolf’s howl pierces the air, and I glance over to see one of the Nardoos locked in a vicious fight with a pack guard. It’s a horrifying sight, but I can’t look away. I see Salcom retreating, and his stupid laughter fades as he steps away from the whole drama.

× Trix ×The entire pack compound is filled with killings, and shootings a d fights. I can smell blood and sweat all around me. But I can also see dead bodies on the floor. It's painful but we're not done yet. I can even feel my own exhaustion scratching at the edges of my resolve, but there’s no room for weakness here. Not now. Not when everything depends on this moment. I look around quickly, taking in the scene. Dixie is taking the pack members to safety. Alvera ks fighting both Salcom and Hermes, she looks mad. And her injuries are supposed to slow her down but she isn't giving up.Just then, Blade Alpha fires at me again, his claws aiming for my throat. I barely sidestep in time, the whoosh of his attack grazing my ear. My wolf howls within me, urging me to finish this, to end him. But how? He’s too strong, his skin is thick to everything we’ve thrown at him so far. Every cut we’ve made heals almost instantly, as if mocking us. “Silver,” a voice whispers in the back of my m