All Chapters of The Wolfpack's New Receptionist: Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

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

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

I sat on the floor, my back against the cold concrete wall, watching the moisture bead on the surface of the steel door.I heard footsteps. They weren't the heavy thuds of Rico or the impatient click of Viper’s boots. These were light, graceful, and deliberate.The lock opened. Nara stood in the threshold. She wasn't wearing the mask of the grieving mate anymore.She held a suppressed 9mm handgun, the muzzle leveled directly at the space between my eyes. She smiled. It was the most beautiful, horrific thing I had ever seen."You really are a persistent little parasite, aren't you, Eloise?" she whispered, her voice smooth."Where is Jax?" I rasped, my voice cracking.Nara tilted her head, a mock-pensive expression crossing her face."The boy? Oh, he was so brave. He really thought he was being clever, lurking in the rafters with his little recorder. I had to be quite creative to keep him quiet. He’s currently occupying a very tight space beneath the floorboards of the old pump house. I