All Chapters of My Mate, My Bully: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

× Dixie ×As always, Trix finds a way to escape answering my question. I throw a glare at him before getting out of the car and slamming it shut.“Be careful, silly. Don’t take out your bitchy attitude on my car,” he yells from the car. Ignoring him, I head straight to the front porch and knock on the door. Grandma should still be awake; she never sleeps early.I can still see the lights are on inside. She’s probably watching TV. I knock again. This time, I hear her yell from a distance, “Who’s disturbing my peace at this time of day?” Her words are followed by a string of curses and threats if the knocking is a prank.“Gran gran, it’s me,” I almost yell, but it seems like she doesn’t hear me. It isn’t until she opens the door and sees me.“Gran gran! It’s so good to see you.” I hug her immediately. “I missed you.” Though I have my arms wrapped around her, she just stands there, stiff, without saying a word or hugging back. When she finally speaks, it’s with a hint of worry in her voi

× Trix ×Self-control is definitely the hardest thing to do. And of course, we’re bickering again.“I don’t even know why we’re here.” she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. And I'm like, you wanted to be here in the first place.Her eyes are fiery, like always. “She’s not going to tell me anything I actually want to know.”“She’s your gran, Dixie. You might get more answers than you think.” I lean back against the wall, trying to keep my cool, but honestly, it’s hard being this close to her without feeling that pull. That bond. It’s so damn strong, stronger than she even realizes, and it’s messing with my head. She doesn’t feel it the same way yet, and it hurts. A lot more than I’d ever admit.Dixie rolls her eyes and paces the room, her boots tapping against the old hardwood floor. “You think just because you’re here, everything will magically make sense?”I smirk, unable to resist. “Well, I am pretty magical.” She snorts, turning her back to me, clearly not amused. She g

× Dixie ×    I can’t sleep. I thought I could, but the minute Trix fell asleep, I felt it. That weird surge of gratitude creeping through our bond. It’s kind of unsettling.  I mean, seriously? Gratitude? From Trix? The guy who’s made my life a living nightmare for years? It’s ironic. It's almost laughable. But there it is, this warmth spreading through me like he’s genuinely thankful we’re sharing the same space. I toss and turn, the sheets tangling around me, feeling restless. All the stuff he said earlier, the way he looked at me... like he SEES me? That’s new. And uncomfortable.  I’m not used to him seeing anything other than a challenge in me, and now he’s throwing all this weird, intense emotion my way. It’s... confusing. But then there’s something else. Som

× Trix×     We wait.  I grow weary every second as I strain to hear any sign that Jackson is gone.  My hands are clenched at my sides, the urge to rip through that door is nearly overwhelming. But I can’t. Not after I promised Dixie I wouldn’t.  She’s pacing around the room, avoiding my gaze, probably as on edge as I am, but she doesn’t show it the way I do.  After what feels like an eternity, the sound of voices fades, and I finally let out the breath I’ve been holding.  “He’s gone,” I say, more to myself than her.  Dixie nods, her face pale, eyes distant. Without a word, she opens the door and slips out into the hallway. I follow close behind, my muscles still tight, my mind racing.  

× Trix ×    Alvera turns away from the window, the look in her face says a lot. She’s chewing on something, I can feel it is something big. And then she says it, her voice low like she’s afraid the walls will hear. “It is actually not about what they want. It's what they have. They might have the Moon Tears.” I blink. My brain stalls for a split second. “Wait… what?” She gives me that look, half irritated, half dead serious kinda look. “The Nardoos, Trix. They might actually be hiding the Moon Tears.” I just stare at her, trying to piece that together.  “Are you serious? How is that even possible? The Moon Tears… that's not something THEY should have. And now you’re saying—” “I&rs