My Mate, My Bully

Bölüm 3: My Bully, My Husband

(Present)

× Dixie ×

Ugh, these days feel like they're on slo-mo. Trix, the total pain-in-the-fur alpha, has granted me temporary refuge in the Slater territory, as if I needed it. But of course, it's not chill in any way; it's more like being stuck in a reality show with Alvera, who I now know is his Beta or what do they call it, and Ryder, his best friend, watching my every move.

Ryder's got this intense glare, like I'm a ticking time bomb and he's waiting for me to explode or something. Alvera's vibe is more 'whatever,' but her eyes are lowkey tracking me even though she pretends to be indifferent about me staying here.

Living in this werewolf soap opera is seriously making me crave normalcy. I mean, who signed up for this supernatural drama anyway? Not me.

Okay, imagine this, because this was how it all started. About a week ago, I was exploring around Grandma's cabin, thinking everything was cool. But as fate would have it, I accidentally ended up in the territory of someone who I would've never imagined to have such authority. The same guy who's been a jerk since I can remember but turns out he's also a werewolf. Freaking Trix!

Just two days prior, we had a big clash at school. He's been my nightmare for about a decade, but who knew he had this secret? That he wasn't only a werewolf but also an Alpha at that? I was scared and frozen to the ground as I took in his imposing form. Was literally a scene out of a book! I don't know where I got the courage, but hey, it kicked in. The asshole seemed intrigued by my boldness but told me to leave, and oh gosh, Dixie, maybe if you had left, you wouldn't be sitting in this house now, referring to Trix as “husband”.

But alas, I didn't leave. I stayed rooted to the ground. And that's when my mission to not let Trix's bullying bother me started. Go figure. Then that girl joined our conversation. With her long legs and long, wavy hair that looks like it's been blessed by the moon itself. Alvera has this calm yet intense gaze, and I swear that night she smelled like a forest after rain. She kept looking at us like we're from another planet. Then, it seems she sensed something strange about me and dropped this bomb about a link between me and the werewolves who supposedly hurt Trix's brother. I couldn't even process that bombshell but Trix swallowed it up. He said something I can't quite remember then they both left me, scared to death in the creepy woods. Remembering that encounter always gives me major regret vibes because I know wholeheartedly that if I had left when he had told me to, I wouldn't be where I am now.

In a confined room, in his house, with a f*****g wedding ring on my finger. Could life not get even more unrealistic and bitter for me.

Every day I crave to return to Parkland. I only came over to visit Grandma because…well…she's the only family I have.

Living with my aunt in Parkland is cool and all but her strictness gets too much sometimes. I know she's protective of me, but still.

With everything that's been going on recently, I don't know if I'll be able to return to Parkland “normally”. There are still many questions in my mind, questions I want to ask Grandma and even this stupid Trix but the asshole…the f*****g asshole has chained me to this stupid house of his.

It's here I've spent these past 5 days since he forcefully kidnapped me. Yes, he did kidnap me and my grandma watched and said nothing. Bullshit.

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A few days after, the stupid day finally comes – our wedding day. this messed-up ceremony in this creepy, tiny room. Nardoos slither around like shadows, making everything even more messed up. I wonder who invited them.

And then Trix, this insufferable bastard, has the nerve to whisper, "Pretend, Piggy. Pretend we're in love."

Seriously? Pretend love in the middle of this freak show? I want to roll my eyes so hard they might just pop out, but I don't. Can't. Compliance, he says. Like I have a freaking choice.

I scoff inside, trying not to let the absurdity of this whole messed-up situation get to me. Pretend love with the guy who's been the bane of my existence? As if!

But here I am, playing the bride in this twisted charade, surrounded by the eerie vibes of Nardoos. Compliance is my only ticket out of this horror show, and it tastes bitter, like swallowing regret with every fake smile.

As the rushed wedding proceeds, I stand there, suffocating in a furry bridal gown that feels like a cruel joke. The vows roll off my tongue, but each word tastes bitter, like a poison I can't escape. The Nardoos are still around and their creepy vibes send shivers down my spine. They have eyes that seem to glare with different dark lights and creepy smiles that make them look like the minions of Joker and Pennywise.

Trix, the supposed devoted groom, leads the dance of this macabre ceremony, and I play my part. My eyes linger on him, this bastard who keeps grinning yet I know he hates my guts as much as I hate his. Trix, the werewolf heartthrob, all brooding and intense. He has these piercing eyes that could probably see through walls or something. He's tall, dark and an asshole, but I have to admit, his alpha vibe is kinda intimidatingly hot. He knows he's always been a heartthrob and that's why he's been part of the douchebags’ crew throughout middle school to high school.

And don't get me started on that stupid leather jacket – classic bad-boy move. Seriously, who still wears leather in this century? But he wears it almost every time I'm unfortunate to set my eyes on him.

The cold grip on my arm brings me back to the room - reality - the present. I'm still here, in this s**t show.

The fabric of the gown scratches against my skin like chains tightening around me. Every forced smile and scripted line digs deeper into my soul. I glance at Trix, and his eyes, filled with a strange intensity, don't reflect the devotion he's pretending. It's all a twisted act, and I'm the unwilling actress in this nightmarish play.

I exchange promises that are utter lies, but I have no choice. It's as though Trix will strangle me if I act out of line. The air is thick with a palpable tension, and I can't shake the feeling that this is a point of no return. As the ceremony drags on, I'm drowning in a sea of emotions I can't name, and the eerie energy of the Nardoos becomes a haunting melody in my head.

And then,

Done.

The priest closes the book in front of him. The people around clap. Alvera's looking as stoic as usual while Ryan's eyes are burning through me with all the doubt in this world.

I just stand there, the aftermath hitting me like a tidal wave. It's like this messed-up puzzle piece that doesn't fit anywhere now settles on my shoulders.

Married. To my tormentor. Trix, the guy who's been a thorn in my side since forever, is now my husband.

A surge of emotions crashes in, and it's not just anger or frustration; it's confusion, fear, and this deep ache of being trapped in some surreal nightmare.

The reality is a slap in the face, and I'm drowning in this messed-up mess. Married to the one person I'd never dream of choosing. The air feels thick with the weight of it all and I struggle to breathe.

“Grandma…” is the only thing I muster to say as the sounds of clapping hands fade out.

And then, just when you think it can't get worse, Trix grabs my neck.

A voice in me says - Dixie, do you really believe this is the end?

He pulls me closer.

I hear a voice whisper to me - Dixie, do you feel the connection, too?”

He brushes his lips on mine and our eyes meet.

Then, with a strange intensity in his eyes, Trix murmurs to me, "Dixie," he breathes a hot breath onto my mouth as I'm glued to the spot, "do you realise what this union means for both our worlds?”

His lips crash on mine and I close my watery eyes. The claps get louder and my heart grows weaker.

That question hangs in the air like a storm about to break. I'm left there, unsure and feeling like the ground beneath me is slipping away. What did I get myself into, and is there even a way out of this twisted mess?