Chapter 20 - Pervert Oldman

As Trixie stood alongside her parents, Lucille and Delta Marlon, watching the confrontation unfold between Alpha Shane and the elders, a storm brewed within her. Her frustration simmered just beneath the surface, threatening to erupt at any moment.
"Mother," Trixie seethed, her voice barely contained, "it should be me standing beside Alpha Shane, not that useless Giselle."
Delta Marlon shot Trixie a warning glance, urging her to lower her voice before she drew unwanted attention. "Trixie," he said in a hushed tone, "please, calm down. This is not the time or place for outbursts."
Lucille, Trixie's mother, furrowed her brows in concern, her gaze shifting between her husband and daughter. "Delta," she began, her voice tinged with disbelief, "didn't you speak to Alpha Shane last night? I thought you were going to discuss Trixie's position with him."
Delta Marlon sighed heavily, the weight of his daughter's disappointment evident in his expression. "I did, Lucille," he admitted reluctantly, "but Alpha Shane has made his decision, and he will not be swayed."
Trixie's frustration bubbled over, her patience worn thin by the perceived injustice. With a defiant glare, she turned away from her parents and stormed off in search of her friends, Pia, Sheryl, and Eliza, who were nearby.
As Trixie seethed in her seat, her friends gathered around her, their minds already churning with possibilities. Pia, her eyes glinting with avarice, was the first to speak up. "What are we going to do now?" she asked eagerly, "With Giselle and her family living in the mansion, it's going to be much harder for the rogues to get to her."
Sheryl and Eliza, their expressions mirroring Pia's greed, nodded in agreement. "That's right," Sheryl chimed in, "Giselle's practically untouchable now that she's under Alpha Shane's protection."
Trixie's frown deepened as she pondered their predicament. "Perhaps," she began slowly, "we can use this to our advantage. After all, Elder Lyndon and Elder Ian aren't exactly thrilled about Giselle becoming the next Luna either."
Eliza's curiosity piqued, and she leaned in closer, eager to hear Trixie's plan. "How do you propose we do that?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with intrigue.
A sly grin spread across Trixie's face as she laid out her scheme. "Think about it," she said, her voice dripping with malice, "Elder Lyndon and Elder Ian are just as displeased with Alpha Shane's decision as we are. They'll be more than willing to help us if it means getting rid of Giselle, especially after Alpha Shane embarrassed them in front of the entire pack."
Pia's eyes lit up with excitement as she grasped the implications of Trixie's plan. "So, you're saying we can use their animosity towards Giselle to our advantage?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with anticipation.
Trixie nodded, her confidence growing with each passing moment. "Exactly," she replied, "we'll play on their resentment and convince them that helping us eliminate Giselle is in their best interest. Once they're on board, we'll have the perfect allies to carry out our plan."
Eliza's grin mirrored Trixie's as she contemplated the possibilities. "This just might work," she said, her voice brimming with excitement, "with Elder Lyndon and Elder Ian on our side, we'll have the upper hand in dealing with Giselle once and for all."
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Amidst the elder's council, tensions simmered, evident in the furrowed brows and clenched jaws around the table. Elder Lyndon and Elder Ian, in particular, radiated fury as they voiced their dissent.
"I can't believe Alpha Shane is willing to risk our pack's future for a mere human," Elder Ian growled, his voice dripping with contempt.
Beside him, Elder Lyndon nodded in agreement. "It's madness," he spat. "We need a strong Luna, not some fragile human who'll cower at the first sign of trouble."
Across the table, Elder Kelvin Cruise, known for his calm demeanor, raised an eyebrow. "But Giselle has her strengths," he argued. "She may not be a werewolf, but she has the intelligence and determination to lead."
A murmur of agreement rippled through the room, but Elder Lyndon was quick to dismiss it. "Intelligence won't protect us from rival packs," he countered. "We need strength, not book smarts."
Elder Kelvin sighed, shaking his head at their narrow-mindedness. "Strength comes in many forms," he countered. "And Giselle's presence alone may deter our enemies."
But Elder Ian scoffed at the notion. "She's just a liability waiting to happen," he insisted. "We can't afford to have a weak link in our chain."
"Why are you so angry with Giselle?" Elder Kevin's voice was steady, but there was an unmistakable edge to his tone. "Is it because you envy Alpha Shane for having such a beautiful woman by his side?"
Elder Lyndon's face contorted with rage, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "This has nothing to do with envy," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "It's about protecting our pack's legacy."
Elder Ian's expression mirrored Lyndon's fury, his lips pulled back in a snarl. "We don't need some human weakling calling the shots," he growled. "We need a strong Luna who can lead us into battle."
But Elder Kevin remained unmoved, his gaze steady as he addressed them both. "If you're not willing to accept Giselle as our Luna, then perhaps it's time for you to consider your place in this pack," he suggested, his words laced with a hint of warning.
Elder Lyndon's nostrils flared with indignation, but before he could retort, Elder Ian rose abruptly from his seat, his face flushed with anger. "Fine," he spat, his voice thick with contempt. "If this pack is willing to abandon centuries of tradition for the sake of a human, then count me out."
With that, Elder Lyndon and Elder Ian stormed out of the room, their footsteps echoing down the corridor as they made their exit. And as the door slammed shut behind them, the remaining elders exchanged solemn glances, silently acknowledging the rift that had formed within their ranks.
Trixie's eyes gleamed with determination as she watched Elder Lyndon and Elder Ian storm out hurriedly. Without a word, she turned to Pia, Sheryl, and Eliza, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of her lips.
"Looks like it's our turn to have a little chat with those two," Trixie declared, her voice low but filled with determination.
Pia raised an eyebrow, her expression cautious. "Are you sure about this, Trixie? They're not exactly the friendliest pair."
Trixie waved off Pia's concern with a dismissive flick of her hand. "Don't worry, we'll handle them," she reassured, her confidence unwavering.
Sheryl let out a soft giggle, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "This should be fun," she chimed in, her voice filled with anticipation.
Eliza, ever the voice of reason, offered a word of caution. "Just be careful, Trixie. Those two old men can be quite...pervert," she warned, her tone tinged with skepticism.
But Trixie simply flashed a confident smile. "We'll be fine," she insisted, her tone brimming with certainty. "Besides, we've dealt with worse than a couple of grumpy elders."
With that, the four women exchanged determined looks before slipping out of the meeting room, their footsteps light as they followed Elder Lyndon and Elder Ian, ready to confront them head-on.