Chapter 31 - Not the real father

The air inside the VIP room of the bar was thick with tension as Elder Ian and Elder Lyndon sat opposite each other, nursing their drinks. The dim lighting cast shadows across their faces, accentuating the seriousness of their conversation.
Elder Ian's voice cut through the silence like a blade as he angrily confronted his companion. "Why the hell did you tell Alpha Shane that I was the one who ordered you to start the sign campaign against Giselle?" he demanded, his tone laced with frustration.
Elder Lyndon shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze fixed on the table as he struggled to find the right words. "I...I'm sorry," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was scared, Ian. When Alpha Shane threatened to strip me of my wealth and power, I panicked. I didn't know what else to do."
Elder Ian's eyes narrowed in disbelief, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. "So instead of telling the truth, you threw me under the bus?" he spat, his voice dripping with bitterness.
Elder Lyndon winced at the accusation, but he remained silent, unable to meet his companion's gaze. He knew he had made a grave mistake, but fear had clouded his judgment, leading him to betray his friend and ally.
"Why not tell Alpha Shane the truth?" Elder Ian pressed, his voice tinged with frustration. "Why not tell him that it was Trixie who orchestrated the whole thing?"
Elder Lyndon's shoulders slumped in defeat, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. "I...I was afraid of Trixie's father, Delta Marlon," he admitted, his voice barely audible over the din of the bar. "I knew that if I implicated Trixie, it would only anger him further. I didn't want to risk his wrath."
Elder Ian's expression darkened at the mention of Delta Marlon, his jaw clenching in anger. He knew all too well the power and influence that the Delta held over their pack, and the thought of crossing him sent a shiver down his spine.
"But now Alpha Shane thinks I'm the one behind it all," Elder Ian growled, his frustration boiling over. "He thinks I betrayed him and our pack. How am I supposed to fix this mess?"
Elder Lyndon looked up, sympathy flickering in his eyes. "I don't know, Ian," he admitted, his voice heavy with regret. "But we have to find a way to make things right. We can't let this rift tear our pack apart."
Elder Ian nodded in agreement, his mind racing with possible solutions. He knew that repairing his relationship with Alpha Shane would be no easy task, but he was determined to make amends and regain his trust.
"First, we need to figure out a plan," Elder Ian said, his voice firm with resolve. "We need to find a way to prove to Alpha Shane that we're still loyal to him and our pack."
Elder Lyndon nodded in agreement, a sense of determination settling over him. "We'll find a way, Ian," he said, his voice tinged with hope. "We'll make things right, no matter what it takes."
The clinking of glasses and distant chatter provided a backdrop to their discussion as they delved into matters that could potentially shake the foundations of their pack.
Elder Ian's brow furrowed in contemplation as he took a long drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around his face as he exhaled slowly. His eyes bore into Elder Lyndon's, conveying a sense of seriousness that demanded attention.
"Do not be scared of Delta Marlon," Elder Ian began, his voice low and calculated. "I know something that could give us leverage over him and his family."
Elder Lyndon's eyes widened in surprise, curiosity mingling with apprehension as he leaned in closer, eager to hear what Elder Ian had to say. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice tinged with anticipation.
Elder Ian's lips curled into a sly grin as he leaned back in his seat, taking a sip of his wine before speaking again. "One of the former servants of Lucille, Trixie's mother, overheard a conversation between Lucille and Trixie," he explained, his tone laced with intrigue. "Apparently, Lucille revealed to Trixie that Delta Marlon is not Trixie's real father."
Elder Lyndon's eyes widened in shock at the revelation, his mind racing with the implications of such information. "Are you serious?" he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.
Elder Ian nodded, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Deadly serious," he confirmed, his tone laced with satisfaction. "And if we were to use this information to our advantage, we could hold Lucille and Trixie firmly in our grasp."
Elder Lyndon's mind whirled with the possibilities, his thoughts consumed by the potential ramifications of such a revelation. "But how do we know if this information is true?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
Elder Ian shrugged nonchalantly, taking another drag from his cigarette before responding. "We don't," he admitted, his tone casual despite the gravity of their discussion. "But even the mere suggestion of such a scandal could be enough to sow discord within their family."
Elder Lyndon nodded in understanding, a sense of excitement building within him as he contemplated the power they could wield with such knowledge. "So what do we do now?" he asked, his voice tinged with anticipation.
Elder Ian's smirk widened into a grin as he leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "We use this information to our advantage," he declared, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "We confront Lucille and Trixie, and we make it clear that we hold their fate in our hands."
Elder Lyndon's heart raced with excitement at the prospect of exerting control over their rivals, his mind already formulating plans for how they could leverage this newfound knowledge to their advantage. "And if they refuse to cooperate?" he asked, a hint of eagerness in his voice.
Elder Ian's grin widened into a predatory smile as he leaned back in his seat, his gaze fixed on Elder Lyndon with a steely determination. "Then we make them regret ever crossing us," he declared, his voice filled with conviction. "We show them that no one defies the Silver Stone Moon Pack and gets away with it."