Alle Kapitel von My Mate, My Bully: Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

× Trix ×     Alvera steps forward, pulling up the data on her tablet. She’s been waiting for this moment, I can tell. She’s got everything planned out to a T, and now it’s just about getting Ryder on board. “We need you to gather intel, get close to the Nardoos’ inner circle. They’ve got a few weak links in their chain of command, people who are a little too eager to prove themselves. Those are your targets. You get in, you get friendly, and you find out what they know about the Moon Tears. Anything that gives us leverage.” Ryder tilts his head, a slow grin forming. “So… charm my way in? Easy enough. You know I’ve got that covered.” Alvera narrows her eyes playfully. “Yes, Ryder, you’re very charming. But focus, okay? This isn’t some random mission. The Moon Tears are a big deal, and the Nardoos aren’t going to be careless with them. You need to tread caref

× Trix ×    I’m walking out of the sparring room, my body still reeling from the workout, and honestly, I’m just trying to clear my head. Everything has been too much lately, Alvera’s info on the Nardoos, Ryder, all this mess about bonds and destinies. I need a breather. But then, right there, bingo. My heart suddenly starts racing, and I swear it’s like some scene out of a cheesy movie. You know the one where the guy freezes in place because there she is, like a spotlight’s been turned on her.  Dixie. She’s standing by a patch of wildflowers, staring at them like they’re the most interesting thing in the world.  And the way the light hits her... Honestly, she looks so beautiful it’s almost unfair. Her hair catching the sun, the gentle curve of her lips as she’s lost in thought.  I've

× Trix × “One minute we were… I don’t know… almost okay. And then the next minute, it was like the walls came crashing down again,” I say, shaking my head. “She wouldn’t even hear me out, Alvera.”I look across the desk at Alvera, who’s sitting there, arms crossed, looking at me with an expression that’s somewhere between sympathy and exasperation.Alvera leans back in her chair, sighing. “Trix, you need to understand that she’s been through a lot. And you’re a big part of that ‘lot.’” She pauses, giving me a pointed look. “She’s not just going to throw her arms open and welcome you in because you’ve suddenly decided to be decent. It doesn’t work like that.”“But I’m trying here, you know? I mean, I’m not saying I deserve a medal or anything, but… I’m making an effort. I don’t know what else she wants from me.”“Trix, you have to realize that it’s not about what you want, or what you think is enough. It’s about what she needs. And right now, she needs time. She needs to see that yo

× Trix ×     “Has the Luna eaten?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even. The maid before me hesitates, her eyes flickering toward me, before she shakes her head. I'm standing in the hallway, trying not to look out of place as I talk to one of Dixie's maids. She keeps her head down, respectful, as if she knows there's tension in the air, which, fair enough, there is.  “She won’t come out of her room, Alpha. Refused everything we brought up,” she murmurs. I nod, even though inside, it feels like someone’s twisting a knife.  It shouldn't be bothering me this much. It really shouldn’t. I tell the maid to send up the food anyway.  Maybe she'll get hungry enough and eat something later.  “Just leave it by her door,” I add.  She bows and leaves, and I'm left

FLASHBACK × Dixie × ~ 5 hours ago- I walk into this room, and the air just shifts . It's like stepping into another world entirely…everything feels softer, calmer. Sort of.I can’t believe I haven’t found this place before, but then again and on a second thought, I’ve barely explored a quarter of the rooms in this massive building, let alone the entire pack territory. I've been so caught up in everything, with Trix, with... well, everything , that I’ve hardly taken a second to just BE .My eyes sweep across the room, taking in the details. It’s elegant, sure, but not in that over-the-top, "look at me" way. It’s very thoughtful too. Peaceful. The colors, the way the light shines in through the tall windows, the little trinkets and pieces of art placed just so they all seem to whisper, "Stay here. And rest."And then, I notice the real magic. The art. Handmade, and a closer look at it and it's obvious that it's made of paper . I blink, leaning closer to get a better look, my mind