All Chapters of My Mate, My Bully: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~ Flashback ~~ 2 days ago ~~ 2:34 pm ~ × Trix ×As I flip through the pages in front of me and realize that a war is indeed coming, I let out a growl. The weight of the realization bears down on me, and I can almost feel the thick clouds of conflict gathering over our pack.The old, dusty book lies open on the table and I wondered how long the book has existed. Definitely way before my parent's parent's existence. A sharp ringtone interrupts my thoughts. I glance at the screen—Ryder. With a sigh, I pick up the call."Hey man, what's up?"“Hey, big dog. Listen, I’m out of town for a few days. Won’t be around for the meetings with the pack elders.”I rub my temples, the stress piling on. "Wait, what? Great timing. You know how important these meetings are."“I know, man. It’s just… this thing came up. It's really urgent and I gotta deal with it.""Ryder, you know we need everyone here, especially you. These meetings are crucial," I say, frustration creeping into my voice, 'cause I c

×Present×× Trix × I’m eating my words alright. In fact, I’m consuming the anger that has been boiling in me since I told her to shut up and she didn’t.Watching her fall unconscious in my arms made me realize how weak and fragile she is. And like any weak human out there, she is going to die a silly death, something as silly as tripping and falling. It disgusts me.Her weakness disgusts me. “Take her to her room.” I order the maids standing at the corner of the room. Immediately those maids oblige to my order, I turn around to face my people. What we had to discuss is more important than Dixie being her human self and fainting so easily. After the meeting, I stand in the courtroom with only Alvera beside me. “Trix, you should go check on her.” Alvera clearly makes it her business to butt in my life whenever she thinks something is wrong. “Who are you talking about?” I ask, only for her to give me a knowing look. “You know who. She is your mate. She is not alright. You should ch

× Dixie ×How did Gran gran think being with these savage people will help me? They are not helping me. Instead, they are trying their damn best to break me. Watching the huge girl approach me, I stagger back. I look around, looking for a way to escape the fight but there isn't! So, I face my opponent who is a few inches from me. Even from that distance, she towers over me like a pole, a really big pole. “Denise! Denise! Denise!” Everyone around us cheers her name. A smile adorns her face at the obvious victory she would get in a fight against me. I lack the strength of a werewolf, the healing abilities or their sharp senses but I have guts. Lots of it. So, I push ahead, attacking the oaf first. At the last minute, I swerve and jump over one of them like I am in an obstacle course. Running as fast as I can, I hear Ryder yell. “Get her!” The loud thumping sound of their steps as they run motivates me to run inside. The number will reduce to fit inside. Besides, I doubt everyone wil

× Dixie ×Denise, the massive girl from earlier, steps forward, cracking her knuckles. She looks like she’s been waiting for this moment. My heart pounds, but I keep my expression neutral. No way I’m letting them see me sweat.The werewolves form a loose circle around us, creating a makeshift ring. Ryder gives a nod, and Denise comes at me. I barely dodge her first swing, rolling to the side. The crowd jeers, but I tune them out, focusing on my opponent.Denise is strong, no doubt about it, but she’s also slow. I find that quite confusing that a werewolf is slow. She is fat though; her fatigue could be the reason for her slowness. I thank whatever god may exist in this world for this opportunity to not be eaten alive without making an attempt.I use her slowness to my advantage, sliding and weaving, trying to stay out of her reach. She growls in frustration, her swings becoming wilder. “Come on, human!” she taunts. “Stand still and fight!”I don’t respond. I’m too busy planning my

× Trix × I wake up to a painful hear-deafeaning noise, my senses immediately alert.  The smell of blood and the sound of chaos fill the compound. I throw on my clothes and rush out of my room, my heart pounding with rage and urgency. The sight that greets me is a nightmare. Nardoo warriors are everywhere, slaughtering my pack members with brutal efficiency.  The pack house, usually a place of quietness and strength, is now a battlefield. A massacre!  Bodies lie scattered, and the air is thick with the smell of blood and fear. In the dim light, I spot a group of Nardoos chanting somet