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Behind Closed Doors

Penulis: Elize Pheiffer
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-15 12:05:11

The iron gates of the estate swung open as I entered the Estate. I didn’t want to be here; I wanted to go back to the garage, to Cane.

I left the car in the driveway and entered the mansion. The house was silent, but as I stepped into the foyer, a light from the cracked door of my father’s study caught my eye.

I moved with the silence Cane had taught me, removing my heels and moving softly on the Turkish rugs. The door was slightly open, and I recognized my father and Caspian’s voices.

"Brillia
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  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   United We Stand

    The truce was a fragile thing; it was a mutual exhaustion of two packs that had nearly torn each other apart. As we left the frozen Chimera behind, Cane took the lead.He didn't head back toward the ruins of our warehouse. Instead, he steered his Ghost-Bike deeper into the heart of the Everglades.This was the "True North" of the Silver Moon. Up until this moment, the Bloodhounds had lived in the warehouse, acting as the pack’s shield and high-tech vanguard. We were the guardians at the gate, but we had never been invited into the garden."Stay close," Cane’s voice echoed through the mental link, stripped of its earlier combat-edge."The perimeter is rigged. If you step off the path, the swamp will do the work before I can stop it."The path was invisible to the naked eye, a series of submerged limestone ridges that felt like a tightrope beneath the tires of our bikes

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   A New Aliance

    The Ravaged Pack didn’t waver. The Thorne tech in their hands, hummed with a predatory blue light."You fought well, Silver-Blood," Torin repeated, his voice cold and devoid of the desperation I’d seen in the warehouse.He stood tall now, the Alpha’s command flowing back into his scarred frame."But this is where the road splits. We’re taking the gear. And we’re taking this territory."Cane took a slow, deliberate step forward. His silver fur was matted with the Chimera’s black residue, and his eyes flashed with a warning light that usually made men drop to their knees."This territory belongs to the Silver Moon. My pack. You’re standing on the only ground we have left, Torin. We are wolves of this soil, just like you."Torin’s lip curled into a sneer, revealing yellowed canines."Wolves? Yo

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   The Standoff

    The rain in the Everglades saturated the air, turning the smoke from our ruined home into a grey shroud. We tore through the sawgrass on the remaining Ghost-Bikes, with more wolves following us on foot."They're slowing down," I signaled through the comms.Cane didn't respond. Beside him, Viper and Vane rode with a grim, practiced silence.We ditched the bikes where the ground turned into a treacherous, knee-deep slurry of peat and ancient roots. We moved on foot in our matte-black tactical suits, our boots silent against the wet limestone. The scent of the rivals was overwhelming now.We reached a natural clearing, a bowl of cypress trees draped in weeping moss. In the center, the Red Alpha stood over the stolen cases. He looked broken, his human form shivering despite the humidity, his ribs visible through his soot-stained skin."End of the line," Cane’s voice was a low,

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   The Red Alpha

    The initial blast had ripped the North Quadrant open, but it was the secondary incendiaries that turned our sanctuary into a vision of hell.I was thrown against the central assembly table, the wind knocked out of me. My ears were a high-pitched whine of static, but as I scrambled to my feet, I felt the Suit tightening around my ribs. The weave had hardened during the impact, absorbing a blow that should have shattered my spine.I looked up through the swirling black smoke. The emergency red lights were strobing, casting shadows against the flaring orange of the fires."Cane!" I screamed, but my voice was swallowed by the roar of a ruptured gas line.I saw him. He wasn't running for the exit. He wasn't helping Jax or Viper.Cane was standing in the center of the kill zone, his back arc

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   You Brought Gifts

    As I stepped through the small service door, I was met with the pack at rest.It was a rare sight. Mako and Rat were sitting on inverted crates near the back, passing some top-shelf bourbon Harrison had slipped into the supply drop. Viper was leaning against the workbench, his goggles around his neck, leisurely puffing on a thick cigar. He took a slow pull from his silver flask, the scent of his favorite whiskey cutting through the warehouse. He was actually laughing as he recounted a story to Jax, the glowing cherry of his cigar dancing in the dim light. The tension that usually vibrated through the warehouse had been dialed down."She’s back!" Viper called out, his grin widening around the cigar clenched in his teeth.Cane was across the room, checking the tension on a Ghost-Bike’s drive belt, but he moved the second he heard my voice. He didn't run; he walked with that steady grace that usually made people

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   Logistical Efficiency

    Cane broke the surface first. He reached back, his massive hand locking around my waist to hoist me onto a ridge. For a moment, he didn't pull away. His palm was hot against my damp skin."The Interceptor’s signal is gone," Cane whispered."But we aren't alone."He dropped to one knee, his posture shifting from protective mate to lethal Alpha in a heartbeat. I followed his gaze to the soft mud near a lightning-struck pine. My breath hitched.There, pressed deep into the silt, were tracks. They were wolf prints. They didn't lead toward our sanctuary; they moved around where we were hiding. They had been watching us."Silas?" I asked, my hand moving instinctively to the grip of my sidearm."No," Cane growled, the fur on the back of his neck bristling."The scent... It’s a pack formation, El. A scout. We aren't the only ones in t

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   The Alpha's Mate

    Behind us lay the construction site, but ahead, the Southern District’s main drainage stretched out like the throat of a beast, wet and echoing.Cane didn't move immediately. He stood by the Wraith, his hand resting on the handlebars, his amber eyes cutting through the gloom. The scars on his chest

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   A Ride to Remember

    For forty-eight hours, the bunker had been a battlefield for Cane. I had watched Cane’s body seize, his muscles rippling in spasms as his natural healing factor fought the serum my father had engineered.By the second night, the sweating struggle subsided. The swelling in Cane’s chest receded, and

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   Meaner Than The Monster

    The sun hadn't even thought about rising when the roar of an engine shattered the silence of the shipyard. I was already awake, sitting by Cane’s side, watching the slow, rhythmic pulse of the blue toxin beneath his skin. It was fading, but the cost was visible; he looked thinner, his power dormant

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   The Alpha’s Den

    The garage was a cage of steel, its concrete floors stained black by decades of oil and grease and god-knows what else.The ceiling was forty feet high with heavy steel beams and dangling chains. Huge industrial fans spun overhead, doing little to cut the heat.

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