Chapter 13 - What's your reason

Eliza's eyes lit up with a mischievous glint as she proposed her idea to Trixie. "What if we pretend to be friends with Giselle? That way, they won't suspect us."
Sheryl nodded in agreement, her expression thoughtful. "Everyone knows how much Trixie admires Alpha Shane. If we act friendly, they'll never suspect a thing."
Trixie furrowed her brow, considering the suggestion carefully. "So, you're suggesting we pay Giselle a visit?" she clarified, her tone cautious.
Pia chimed in, her voice filled with confidence. "Exactly. If we act like friends, Giselle will think we're on her side."
Eliza nodded eagerly, adding, "And it'll give us the perfect opportunity to keep an eye on her."
Trixie hesitated for a moment, weighing the risks and benefits of their plan. "But what about the rogues? For sure they already target Giselle now." she questioned, her voice tinged with concern.
Eliza waved off her worries with a dismissive gesture. "We'll be careful. Just one visit won't raise any suspicions."
With a resigned sigh, Trixie relented. "Fine," she conceded, her tone begrudging. "But just one visit. We can't risk getting too involved."
Once the decision was made, Trixie instructed to accompany her to the TV network where Giselle worked. With their plan in motion, they set out from Trixie's room, ready to put their strategy into action.
Trixie, Pia, Sheryl, and Eliza stepped into the bustling atmosphere of the TV network, their presence drawing curious glances from the staff. Their poised demeanor and elegant attire caught the attention of many, leaving an impression of sophistication and affluence.
As they approached the front desk, the receptionist's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the four women. She quickly composed herself and greeted them with a polite smile. "Good afternoon, ladies. How can I assist you today?"
Trixie stepped forward, her confidence unwavering as she addressed the receptionist. "We're here to speak with Giselle Hamilton. Is she available?"
The receptionist nodded, albeit slightly flustered by their presence. "Of course, please wait here for a moment."
Meanwhile, in her office, Giselle glanced up from her work as Kendra, one of her colleagues, approached her desk. "What is it, Kendra?" she inquired, noting the urgency in her colleague's expression.
Kendra hesitated for a moment before speaking, her voice laced with intrigue. "There are four women here to see you. They mentioned something about Shane."
Giselle's brow furrowed in confusion at the mention of Shane's name. She couldn't fathom why anyone would be seeking her out to discuss him. Nevertheless, she nodded to Kendra. "Send them in," she instructed, her curiosity piqued.
As the door to her office swung open, Giselle's gaze fell upon the group of women standing before her. Their polished appearance and composed demeanor intrigued her, leaving her wondering what they could possibly want to discuss regarding Shane.
Trixie, Pia, Sheryl, and Eliza entered Giselle's office, their demeanor poised yet masking an undercurrent of tension. Giselle regarded them with a mix of curiosity and wariness, uncertain of their intentions.
"Good afternoon," Giselle greeted politely, her eyes flickering between the four women. "May I ask who you are and what brings you here?"
Trixie offered a shy laugh, a guise that didn't quite reach her eyes, as she stepped forward to address Giselle. "Hi, I'm Trixie," she began, her tone carefully modulated. "I'm the daughter of Delta Marlon, and these are my friends, Pia, Sheryl, and Eliza. We're from the Silver Stone Moon Pack."
Giselle's expression shifted to one of surprise at the mention of the pack. "Oh, I see," she responded, her mind racing to recall any previous encounters with them. "I'm sorry, I don't think I remember meeting any of you before when I visit the pack mansion."
Trixie waved off her apology with a dismissive gesture. "No need to apologize," she said smoothly. "We're just here to visit and hopefully make some new friends."
Despite Trixie's attempt to appear friendly, Giselle couldn't shake off her sense of unease. Nevertheless, she gestured towards the seats in front of her desk. "Please, have a seat," she invited, hoping to glean more insight into their unexpected visit.
As Giselle turned to prepare some coffee for her guests, Trixie shot her a pointed glare, her frustration simmering beneath the surface. It was clear that Trixie had other motives for their visit, ones that she couldn't reveal in Giselle's presence.
Giselle carefully placed the coffee mugs on her desk, the rich aroma filling the air as she glanced at her guests. Trixie, Pia, Sheryl, and Eliza each offered a perfunctory thank-you before taking a sip, their actions tinged with a hint of insincerity.
"So, when will you be marrying Alpha Shane?" Trixie inquired, cutting straight to the chase.
Giselle took a sip of her own coffee, gathering her thoughts before responding. "Alpha Shane has given me some time to resign from my work and inform my family," she explained. "But he's expressed his desire for the wedding to take place within this month, although the exact date is still uncertain."
Trixie nodded thoughtfully, her mind already churning with plans. "I see," she remarked, her tone calculated. "That doesn't leave much time, does it?"
Giselle shook her head, a tinge of apprehension creeping into her voice. "No, it doesn't," she admitted, feeling the weight of the impending deadline pressing down on her.
As the conversation continued, Giselle couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled over her since their arrival. She found herself growing increasingly wary of Trixie and her friends, sensing that there was more to their visit than mere friendliness.
Trixie's question hung in the air, heavy with an unspoken tension that Giselle couldn't quite decipher. She felt the weight of Trixie's gaze on her, her eyes flickering with a mixture of curiosity and something else—something darker.
"Why did you accept Alpha Shane's offer to be his wife?" Trixie repeated, her tone laced with a subtle edge that sent a shiver down Giselle's spine.
Giselle shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her gaze flickering between Trixie and her companions. She sensed an undercurrent of resentment in Trixie's question, an underlying motive that she couldn't quite place.
"Alpha Shane has been nothing but kind to me," Giselle replied cautiously, choosing her words with care. "He's shown me a level of care and respect that I haven't experienced before."
Trixie's expression hardened at Giselle's response, her features twisting into a mask of thinly veiled jealousy. Giselle felt a pang of unease wash over her, a nagging suspicion that there was more to Trixie's inquiry than met the eye.
"Is that the only reason?" Trixie pressed, her voice tinged with an unmistakable hint of accusation.
Giselle faltered, her heart rate quickening as she struggled to maintain her composure. She could sense the tension in the room mounting, the atmosphere growing increasingly charged with Trixie's simmering resentment.
"It's... It's not just that," Giselle admitted, her voice wavering slightly. "I... I care about him. And he... he cares about me too."
Trixie's eyes narrowed at Giselle's confession, a flicker of anger flashing across her features. Giselle swallowed hard, acutely aware of the palpable animosity radiating from Trixie's demeanor.