All Chapters of The Wolfpack's New Receptionist: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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? You aren’t real wolves; you’re Vance’s pets who managed to slip their collars. Go back to the city, Silver-Blood. Go back to the glass and steel where you belong. The swamp has no room for hybrids who

For the first time in months, I woke up feeling well-rested. I sat on a ledge, tightening the straps of my tactical boots. Below me, the clearing was a hive of quiet activity.Cane was standing near the center of the clearing, checking the charge on his sidearm. He looked refreshed, the amber light in his eyes calm and steady. But as I watched him, a movement near the treeline caught my eye.Viper emerged from the thick curtain of weeping moss. He looked like he’d been dragged through a hedge backward... and enjoyed every second of it. His buzz-cut hair was a mess of twigs and leaves, and he was engaged in a desperate, one-handed struggle to pull up the waistband of his tactical pants, which seemed determined to stay at his hips.A moment later, Raya stepped out from the same shadow. She was smoothing down her tunic, her skin glowing in the morning light. She had a smudge of dirt on her cheek and a look of satisfaction that didn't require a mental link to translate. She caught my gaze,

The Opera House was packed with the elite: politicians, generals, and CEOs.I spotted Caspian near the staircase. He looked like a god of the New World, dressed in a tuxedo that probably cost more than the Ravaged Pack's entire territory. He was holding a glass of amber liquid, his eyes scanning the room with the bored detachment of a man who already owned everything.I didn't wait for him to see me. I walked straight into his line of sight, a glass of wine in my hand.I watched the moment he noticed me. The boredom vanished, replaced by a sharp focus. He set his glass down and moved through the crowd toward me, his eyes never leaving mine."Eloise," he whispered as he reached me."I heard a rumor you were back in the city. I didn't believe it.""The swamp got boring, Caspian," I said, leaning in just enough to catch the scent of his cologne.I let a smile play on my lips."I missed the conversation."He laughed, a sound that made my skin crawl. He reached out, his fingers grazing my b

Around us, the screaming crowd still cheered for our execution."Target locked," the lead Vanguard announced.Just as the beast coiled to spring, a blast of heavy metal music tore through the air. From a darkened alleyway to our left, a modified tactical transport, the one we’d ditched three blocks back, screeched onto the sidewalk, tires smoking.Viper was hanging out of the passenger side, a massive, shoulder-mounted Ion-Disruptor leveled at the Vanguard’s line."Hey, blue-eyes! Pick on someone your own size!" Viper roared.He pulled the trigger. A concentrated wave of blue energy slammed into the pavement between the Vanguard and us, creating a tremor. The Vanguard’s high-tech collars flickered, their movements suddenly stuttering."Get in! Now!" Viper screamed.Cane surged forward, grabbing me by the waist and tossing me toward the open sliding door of the van as Mako and Rat provided a wall of suppressing fire. Torin and his Ravaged scouts, still reeling from the sonic pulse, scra

When my eyes finally opened, they met the soft glow of morning light filtering through velvet curtains.I was lying on a bed, the sheets were silk, and I was dressed in a matching nightgown.Then, the pain hit.It was a dull thrumming at the base of my skull, going down my spine. My head felt as if my brain had been taken apart and put back together with stitches. I tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea rolled over me, accompanied by a flickering static in my vision.I reached back, my fingers trembling as they touched the skin at my neck. It was smooth, yet I could feel the faint, hard ridges of something embedded deep beneath the surface. My memories were shredded. I remembered a pair of golden eyes that made my heart ache with a phantom longing. But the more I tried to grab those threads, the more they dissolved into a fog.I knew there was a lab. I knew there was a man with cold eyes. But the details were gone, replaced by a directive that hummed in the back of my mind.Protect. Ob