Chapter 14 - Let the rogue do the job

Pia's sharp eyes caught the subtle transformation in Trixie's demeanor—the subtle shift from poised composure to simmering rage. As Trixie's nails elongated into razor-sharp claws, Pia discreetly reached out and gently grasped her arm, a silent gesture urging her to regain control.
Feeling Pia's touch, Trixie's tense muscles relaxed slightly, her anger momentarily held in check by the grounding presence of her friend. She took a deep breath, willing herself to quell the rising tide of fury threatening to consume her.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Trixie forced a strained smile onto her face, her clenched jaw betraying the facade of calm she projected to Giselle.
As Trixie turned to leave, she flashed a strained smile at Giselle, her eyes betraying the turmoil within. "See you soon, Giselle," she forced out, her voice tight with suppressed frustration.
Giselle returned the farewell with a polite nod, though a hint of concern flickered in her eyes. "Take care, Trixie," she replied, her tone laced with a touch of uncertainty.
Trixie's facade wavered for a moment as she hesitated, her gaze lingering on Giselle for a heartbeat longer than necessary. "Yeah, you too," she muttered, her words tinged with an undercurrent of tension.
As Trixie swept out of the office, Giselle couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach. Something about Trixie's departure left her with a lingering sense of disquiet, a nagging suspicion that there was more to their encounter than met the eye.
Meanwhile, inside the confines of Trixie's car, the atmosphere was heavy with tension. Trixie's hands gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity, her frustration palpable as she seethed in silence. Pia, Sheryl, and Eliza exchanged concerned glances, the weight of Trixie's near outburst hanging heavily in the air.
Pia, ever the voice of reason, broke the uneasy silence with a hesitant question. "You alright, Trixie?" she ventured, her tone laced with concern.
Trixie's jaw tightened as she fought to contain the tempest of emotions raging within her. "I'm fine," she replied curtly, though the strain in her voice betrayed her inner turmoil.
Sheryl reached out to lay a comforting hand on Trixie's arm, her touch a silent gesture of support. "You nearly lost it back there," she murmured, her voice tinged with worry.
Trixie exhaled sharply, her frustration boiling over as she struggled to rein in her emotions. "I know," she admitted begrudgingly, her tone heavy with resignation. "But we can't afford to lose focus now. We have a job to do."
Eliza nodded in agreement, though her expression remained troubled. "We need to stay calm and keep our heads in the game," she added, her voice tinged with urgency.
As the car pulled away from the TV network, the weight of their mission hung heavy in the air. Trixie's near miss served as a stark reminder of the dangers that lay ahead, and the precarious balance they walked between success and failure. With Alpha Shane's impending nuptials looming on the horizon, the stakes had never been higher, and the consequences of failure more dire.
After the tense encounter at the TV network, Trixie, Pia, Sheryl, and Eliza returned to Trixie's home, seeking solace in the familiarity of her room. As they entered, Trixie flung her bag onto her bed with an angry gesture before collapsing into a chair, her frustration evident in the air.
Sheryl, always the pragmatic one, spoke up first, her tone tinged with exasperation. "Honestly, Giselle doesn't seem to grasp the gravity of the situation. She's oblivious to the responsibilities that come with being a Luna."
Trixie's fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. "She's clueless," she seethed, her voice dripping with disdain. "She has no idea what it means to be mated to Alpha Shane, to carry the weight of our pack on her shoulders."
Pia, ever the voice of reason, attempted to calm the storm brewing within Trixie. "But rushing into things won't solve anything, Trixie. We need to think this through carefully."
Trixie's eyes flashed with fury as she shot to her feet, pacing back and forth in agitation. "I've had enough of waiting! Giselle needs to be dealt with," she spat, her anger boiling over.
Sheryl exchanged a worried glance with Pia and Eliza, silently urging them to diffuse the tension before Trixie's rage spiraled out of control. "We understand your frustration, Trixie," Sheryl began carefully. "But rushing into rash decisions won't help us achieve our goal."
Eliza nodded in agreement, her voice soft but firm. "We need to be strategic about this. Acting impulsively will only make things worse."
Trixie's jaw clenched as she fought to rein in her emotions, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and feelings. "I just... I hate her," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I hate her for taking everything away from me."
Pia stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on Trixie's shoulder. "We'll figure this out together, Trixie. But we need to approach this with a clear head and a plan."
Trixie's resolve hardened as she listened to her friends' words of encouragement. With a determined nod, she conceded, "Fine. Let the rogues handle it. Giselle won't be a problem for much longer."
Pia, Sheryl, and Eliza echoed her sentiment, their voices laced with contempt for the perceived threat Giselle posed. "Exactly," Sheryl agreed, her tone dripping with disdain. "She's not worth the trouble, Trixie. Let the rogues take care of her."
Trixie's lips curled into a vindictive smirk as she contemplated the swift justice the rogues would deliver. "She'll regret ever crossing me," she declared, a cold edge creeping into her voice.
Pia laid a reassuring hand on Trixie's arm, her gaze steady and unwavering. "We're in this together, Trixie," she reminded her friend. "Giselle won't stand a chance against us."
With a shared sense of determination, the group solidified their resolve to rid themselves of the perceived threat Giselle posed. Trixie's anger simmered just beneath the surface, her desire for vengeance fueling her every thought and action. As they plotted their next move, the shadow of impending danger loomed over Giselle, unaware of the peril that awaited her.