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We Need Proof

作者: Elize Pheiffer
last update 公開日: 2026-04-27 01:19:28

The humidity of the Miami dawn hung over the shipyard. I hadn't slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the clinical, respectful way Vane had held that car door open for Silas. It was the posture of a man who had found a new god to serve.

I heard the rumble of Cane’s truck before I saw it. When the bay doors opened, I was already at the workbench, the Black Ledger sitting innocently next to a disassembled alternator.

Cane stepped out of the driver’s side, and my heart stuttered. He looked...
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  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   The Morning After

    I was pinned. My shoulders were screaming, a throbbing ache radiating from where my wrists were lashed to the steel of the bedpost. The industrial zip-ties were unforgiving; every time I tried to test the tension, the plastic teeth clicked into the next notch, biting deeper into my skin until I could feel the pulse in my fingertips becoming more frantic.I should have seen this coming. Caspian wasn’t just a drunk; he was a Vance. Even at his most intoxicated, the instinct to survive, to dominate, was still there.The door to the suite clicked open.Caspian walked in, looking composed. He had showered, shaved, and put on a fresh white shirt, the top three buttons undone. He carried two mugs of coffee, the aroma of it cutting through the penthouse. He looked at me with a terrifying, detached admiration.“You’re awake,” he said, his voice smooth, devoid of the slurred vulnerabili

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   Tequila And Confessions

    The neon signage of The Mint pulsed in the dark street. I had exactly one move left.I had to play the only card I had: Caspian’s ego.I pushed past the velvet ropes. The bouncers recognized me, the "Princess" who had started a riot a week ago. I moved through the crowd of sound and sweat; my eyes fixed on the VIP section.There he was.Caspian sat in a semi-circle of white leather, surrounded by two models who looked like they were made of plastic. When he saw me, he waved the girls away with a dismissive flick of his wrist."Eloise," he called out, his voice barely audible over the bass.I didn't answer until I was sitting directly across from him. I signaled the waitress."A bottle of your best tequila. And a chaser of whatever beer you have on tap. Make it a pitcher."The bottle arrived, chilled, expensive, and lethal. I poured two heavy shots.We slammed them back. The burn was immediate, but I was ready. I immediately grabbed the mug of beer, taking a long, deep gulp. I tilted m

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   Tequila And Confessions

    The neon signage of The Mint pulsed in the dark street. I had exactly one move left.I had to play the only card I had: Caspian’s ego.I pushed past the velvet ropes. The bouncers recognized me, the "Princess" who had started a riot a week ago. I moved through the crowd of sound and sweat; my eyes fixed on the VIP section.There he was.Caspian sat in a semi-circle of white leather, surrounded by two models who looked like they were made of plastic. When he saw me, he waved the girls away with a dismissive flick of his wrist."Eloise," he called out, his voice barely audible over the bass.I didn't answer until I was sitting directly across from him. I signaled the waitress."A bottle of your best tequila. And a chaser of whatever beer you have on tap. Make it a pitcher."The bottle arrived, chilled, expensive, and lethal. I poured two heavy shots.We slammed them back. The burn was immediate, but I was ready. I immediately grabbed the mug of beer, taking a long, deep gulp. I tilted m

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   We Need Proof

    The humidity of the Miami dawn hung over the shipyard. I hadn't slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the clinical, respectful way Vane had held that car door open for Silas. It was the posture of a man who had found a new god to serve.I heard the rumble of Cane’s truck before I saw it. When the bay doors opened, I was already at the workbench, the Black Ledger sitting innocently next to a disassembled alternator.Cane stepped out of the driver’s side, and my heart stuttered. He looked... diminished. The Alpha, who usually commanded the very air in the room seemed to be dragging the weight of the world behind him. His skin had a greyish colour, and the vibrant gold in his eyes looked tarnished. He moved with a slight stiffness, his hand resting briefly on the hood of the truck for support before he straightened his spine."You're back early," I said, my voice steady despite the screaming in my head.Cane’s eyes met mine. He looked at me with a mixture of possessive intensity and

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   The Return Of Vane

    I pressed my back against the wall, clutching the Black Ledger against my chest like a shield. Through the door, the muffled bass of Silas’s voice vibrated."The D.C. meeting was a bore, Harrison," Silas’s voice boomed, followed by the amber clink of a crystal decanter."But the General was more than impressed with the theoreticals."I froze. My father was on the line."The Pentagon isn't interested in theories anymore, Silas," my father’s voice crackled through a speakerphone."They want the Vance-Thorne Protocol. An army that doesn't question orders, doesn't feel fatigue, and, most importantly, doesn't leave a paper trail. An army to handle the state's more... delicate international interests.""The General is coming for the demonstration," Silas added, his footsteps heavy on the hardwood."If the serum holds, we’re looking at a contract that makes Aegis Zenith look like a lemonade stand. But we need a clean display. No feral outbursts. Just cold, obedient efficiency."My heart hamm

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   I Don't Want to Lose You

    By the time I reached the gates of the Vance Estate, I wasn’t scared, I was just angry.I practically sprinted up the stairs to the penthouse, the adrenaline fueling every step. I knocked on the door with fury."How dare you!" I screamed when Caspian answered the door.He had clearly just stepped out of the shower. A single, white towel was slung low around his hips. His chest was broad; the muscles of his torso were defined like marble. Droplets of water clung to his chest and traced the deep ridges of his abdomen, disappearing beneath the waistline of the towel.He looked up, unfazed by my burst of anger."Oh," he said."You actually showed up.""You didn’t give me a choice, Caspian! All this time, you were mirroring my tablet. You handed my work to the DeLucas! And then... then you have the audacity to blackmail me with photos of my own betrayal?"I reached him and shoved his chest with both hands. It was like hitting a brick wall.Caspian didn't move. He just stood there, a slow s

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   Round Two

    The air was filled with a sweet scent of victory. For a heartbeat, the world felt right. Silas lay pinned beneath Cane’s massive, silver-white paws, the whine of his joints sounding like a dying animal. We had won.But Silas wasn’t looking at the barrel of my gun. He wasn't looking at the Alpha sta

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   Surprise!

    The silence that followed the power failure was predatory.I stood in the center of the dark garage, the .45 heavy in my hands. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, aided only by the moonlight filtering through the shattered window. Every shadow seemed to mimick the monsters.Outside, the faint hiss o

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   As You Command, Alpha

    The Rust Belt was a ghost town when I pulled up to the garage that was locked up tight.I jumped out before the car had even fully stopped, stumbling toward the door of the garage. I hammered my fists against the metal, the sound echoing through the empty street of the industrial area."Cane! Open

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   Getting Out

    I sat on the edge of my bed, the clock on the nightstand ticking toward eight o’clock. Just a few more hours before the grid would go dark in the Rust Belt."You’re a freak, Eloise! You hear me? A delusional, violent freak!"The voice came through the thick door, muffled but sharp with hate. Isabel

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