My Mate, My Bully

Bölüm 4: Unsettling

× Dixie ×

A freakin' week trapped in Trix's house feels like an eternity. Seriously, if someone told me I'd end up married to the guy who has made my life a living nightmare, I'd have laughed in their face and scoffed at the absurdity. It's like hate is this unwelcome roommate, lurking under my skin, making every moment in this suffocating place unbearable.

Every freakin' time I try to figure out what the heck Trix is scheming, he shuts me down like I'm just a pesky mosquito. "Stay put, Dixie," he barks, like I'm some obedient dog waiting for a treat. It's infuriating, and I can feel the itch to break free crawling under my skin.

This house, it's like a cage, squeezing tighter around me with each passing moment. I'm dying to know what's going on, dying to be a part of the dang conversation. But no, Trix thinks I'm better off twiddling my thumbs until he decides I'm worthy of his grand master plan revelation.

Curiosity is clawing at me, tearing through any semblance of patience I might've had. I need answers, not this suffocating silence. It's driving me nuts, and I'm so ready to unleash all the frustration building up inside. Trix better have a good reason for keeping me in the dark, or I swear I'll explode.

One particular afternoon, I luckily find him coming out of his workshop which is a different building from the house. It's still inside this huge ass compound though. Just by seeing him, my frustration bubbles over, and I can't keep the questions inside any longer. I walk up to him and dismiss the fact he's about carrying his phone out to call someone. "What's the plan, Trix? Why'd you drag me into this mess?" I demand.

He simply shoots me a glare, a very irritated and ugly glare that makes me want to slap myself. "You don't need to know. Just stay put until I call you," he grumbles, brushing off my questions like they're nothing and also brushes past me to go wherever he was planning to.

I stand there with balled fists. The lack of answers only adds fuel to the emotional chaos inside me.

Sometimes I regret, but right now, I regret a lot.

I regret ever wandering far from Grandma's cottage that day and stumbling into that scene that has led me to my present predicament. I don't know what exactly drew me nearer to the Slater territory that afternoon but I was doing my thing when I stumbled upon Trix dealing with some ferocious looking animals I've now learnt are called rogue werewolves. They were all growling about some item and a rune. Hiding and eavesdropping like the nosy person I am, I thought things would go well until something bit me. After staggering out of my hiding, those rogue wolves looked ready to make me lunch.

Out of nowhere, Trix pulled me closer and I was clueless about what was happening but also scared for my life. They gave him five days to hand over the key or lose some artefact then left me to deal with Trix's scolding. He made me look like such a fool in front of his pack to the extent that I wanted to dig up the ground and bury myself. He warned me to stay away or risk becoming his next murder project. But, when he spotted that rune on my hand, his anger reached the next level. Even Alvera looked horrified and I was left clueless as to what was happening. And Trix, all furious, demanded to know how I got that mark. Hello? I don't have a clue! Life's a trip, let me tell you, and since that day, it's progressively taken a worse turn.

It's better not to remember these things but they hunt me and constantly teach me the same lesson. Now, I tell myself all the freaking time! - Dixie, don't f*****g eavesdrop on what doesn't f*****g concern you or you might end up getting married to a criminal next!

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“I've had it. I'm just gonna walk up to him, look him in the goddamn eyes and ask him why the f**k he's keeping me here like a prisoner!” I prep myself in front of the mirror, nod confidently and walk out the room I've unwillingly gotten used to. Yesterday afternoon's try was unsuccessful but I'm sure I'll get something out of him this time around!

My heels tap against the floor and make annoying sounds in the quiet hallway.

Quiet. Everywhere is always quiet, except the nearby training field for the soldiers or fighters or whatever they're called.

As I step outside, the bright sun bounces on my face and I quickly cover my eyes with my hands. Seeing the sunlight has become a luxury these days.

Curiosity has gotten the better of me or sincerely, I'm just frustrated. I start to look for Trix everywhere in the compound, not caring about the maids' concerned glances at me as I pass them.

Thankfully, I find Trix in a dark warehouse. He's engrossed in whatever alpha duties he's got. The place looks more like an abandoned garage. I can smell it; the scent of secrecy, and I can feel it; the tension of his duties.

Sometimes I wonder what he spends most of his days doing. I know it's “Alpha stuff” but what exactly is “Alpha stuff”? Working with papers in a dark room all day long?

Despite his obvious distraction, I gather the courage to approach him.

"Why do you have to marry me?" I blurt out impatiently. "And why keep me close if you won't let me go anywhere? Why should I stay in your house like a prisoner?"

Trix glances up from his work, his eyes momentarily leaving whatever mysterious task he's working on. "What the hell are you doing here?” He already sounds annoyed and angry.

But I'm hella frustrated too so I rebound, “Answer my question. I have the right to know. It's frustrating being here when I'm literally not doing anything other than-”

“I said, what are you doing here?” He asks again, a little more aggressively.

“Does it matter? I was looking for you and I found you here, so you can answer my questions.”

“And what stupid questions are those?”

My mouth hangs but I curtail my anger, “I asked why you had to marry me and keep me in here like a prisoner when I'm literally not doing anything or allowed to go anywhere.”

“Would you prefer I cut your hand off?" he retorts in a cold and cutting tone.

I gulp, shook by the sheer intensity of his response. I can't believe he just said that.

He sets aside his work and faces me with a seriousness that sends shivers down my spine. "How many times do I have to explain this to you, Piggy?” I absolutely hate it when he calls me that. “It's not just about us. It's about survival. The Nardoos won't hesitate to kill you if they find you. And having you close, under my protection, is the only way to keep you alive."

I struggle to digest the gravity of his words. The world I thought I knew has crumbled, and now my very existence depends on the whims of this supposed werewolf alpha, my tormentor. He continues, "You carry the key, the rune, and they won't rest until they have it. Until they have you."

The gravity of the situation settles like a stone in my stomach and fear grips me.

Trix's next words are delivered with a chilling undertone that makes me gulp as fear courses through me. "Piggy, in this world, trust me, death is the least of our worries. Now, get back to your room.”