Todos los capítulos de Banish Me, Alpha: The Human Prey Is an Alpha: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

"Take your pathetic paper and get your weak human blood out of my pack's sight," Malcolm Ashford growled, slamming the mahogany desk so hard the silver boundary map rattled.I did not flinch. I stood straight in the center of the Bloodfang Court, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my worn coat, staring right into the eyes of the Alpha who had raised me for twenty years. The scent of ozone, wolf sweat, and burning cedar filled the air—the heavy, suffocating aura of a pure-blood mafia territory."You are nothing to the Ashford Pack, Darcy," Malcolm sneered, sliding a leather pouch filled with silver coins across the heavy wood. "Five hundred silver marks. Consider it your severance for two decades of taking up space where a real wolf belonged. Once you step past the iron gates of Ravenshire City, your life is your own problem."I looked at the pouch. A bitter laugh pulled at the corner of my lips. "Five hundred marks? Is that all the mighty Ashford Mafia can spare to buy back thei

“Get out! Leave this territory and see how long you survive without the Ashford name backing you!”Celeste Ashford’s voice shrieks through the heavy iron gates of Ashford Manor, echoing across the damp cobblestones of the Blackveil District. Her face is twisted with raw rage, her wolf’s dominance flaring uselessly against my skin. Beside her, Piper Ashford—the pure-blood heiress who took my place three days ago—clutches her mother’s velvet cloak, her dark eyes wide with synthetic innocence.I don’t turn around. I don’t give them the satisfaction of a backward glance.My fingers wrap tightly around the strap of my worn duffel bag as I reach the edge of the estate’s perimeter line. I pull my phone from my leather jacket, hit speed dial, and bring it to my ear."It's over," I say, my voice steady, carrying the absolute weight of someone who commands the shadows. "Come pick me up."Behind me, Celeste is still screaming, her sharp heels clicking against the stone as she drags her precious

"Stop giving that dosage! Are you out of your mind?"I grip the phone so hard the glass screen almost cracks under my palm. Across the static line, the chaotic sounds of the Blackveil District underground infirmary spill through—shouting guards, the heavy thump of tactical boots, and the frantic, shallow gasps of a dying wolf."Orders are orders, girl!" Sornk Mercer’s sharp, arrogant voice comes through the speaker, dripping with condescension. "Alpha Malcolm Ashford’s directives cannot be wrong! Administer the Zetro Vesper serum now before the pack heir suffers permanent nerve damage!"Another pack enforcer barks in agreement. "She’s right! I’ve never heard of Julian Forte’s synthetic wolf suppressant containing any Zetro Vesper, let alone triggering a blood reaction. You’re just a human-bred outcast spreading panic!""Alpha Ashford is a recognized strategist in the Redgrave Territory!" another voice sneers over the line. "His enforcement protocols are absolute! Inject the serum!""W

Piper’s eyes suddenly snap open. They are wild, bloodshot, and completely consumed by pain. "You..." she wheezes, her voice barely a whisper as she recognizes my face. "The... human... get away from me...""Save your breath, Piper," I say, leaning down until my face is inches from hers. "Your precious father threw me out into the cold so you could take my place. But right now, your life rests entirely in the hands of the human girl you replaced."I bring the silver needle down, plunging it directly into the pressure point beneath her left collarbone.Piper screams—a raw, agonizing sound that echoes straight through the thick stone walls of Crownvale Moon. Dark, tainted blood bubbles up from the puncture site, clinging to the silver as the Zetro Vesper poison begins to drain out of her system."Hold her!" I bark at Marcus, driving the second needle into her sternum.The monitor beside the slab beeps frantically. The irregular, chaotic spikes of her heart rate begin to smooth out, dropp

"Young Miss, you must step back before the pack guards take your head!"Wesley Grant’s panicked voice echoed through the grand stone archway of Crownvale Moon, the highest sacred stronghold in Ravenshire City. The old pack elder’s knuckles were white as he clutched his silver-trimmed cane, his grey wolf eyes wide with terror.I didn't step back. I didn't even slow my pace.I wiped a streak of dark, black-market Zetro Vesper blood off my cheek with the back of my leather glove, letting my heavy boots carry me straight past him. My hips swayed with deliberate, unbothered weight, my full-figured body filling out the tailored black coat I had stolen from an Ashford enforcer. They called me a fat, bloodless human parasite when they threw me out of Ashford Manor. They said a girl built like me, with no wolf and too much flesh, was fit for nothing more than scrubbing the floors of the Eastmoor Quarter slums.They were about to learn how heavy my shadow could get."Get out of the way, Wesley,