Todos los capítulos de Banish Me, Alpha: The Human Prey Is an Alpha: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

"Drop the keys, Darcy," Malcolm Ashford growls, his massive, heavily scarred hand slamming onto the hood of the dark Blackwood Range Rover idling at the entrance of Silveroak Keep. His wolf eyes flare a dangerous, golden amber in the moonlight, dominance pulsing off his massive frame in thick, suffocating waves. "You don't get to drive pack property out of this territory. You leave the way you came—with nothing."I adjust the strap of my canvas duffel bag over my shoulder, stepping out of the driver's side and letting the door slam shut with a heavy, metallic thud that echoes through the courtyard. My heart is hammering a frantic, human rhythm against my ribs, but I force my chin up, staring straight into the eyes of the Alpha who raised me as a servant for twenty years. My plus-size frame stands tall, unyielding despite the crushing weight of his aura trying to force my knees to the floor."The Range Rover is registered in my name, Malcolm," I say, my voice steady, ice-cold, and enti

"Landon's been ready since you left Silveroak Keep," Ellis says, his expression sobering into something fiercer. "He brought the full territory ledgers from the Blackveil Quarter. Every rogue pack, every off-the-books shipment, every debt the Ashfords owe to the Ravenscroft family. It's all there."The elevator chimes sharply as it reaches the top floor. The heavy doors slide open to reveal Suite One—a massive, penthouse-style sanctuary draped in black velvet, dark mahogany wood, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire sprawling metropolis of Ravenshire City.Sitting at a long, obsidian table in the center of the room is Landon Pierce. He wears a sharp, tailor-fitted suit, his manicured hands holding a glass of deep crimson blood-wine. Beside him, Wesley Grant, clad in a sleek, dark butler's uniform, quietly pours another glass, his posture immaculate and lethal."Look who finally escaped the puppies," Landon purrs, sliding out of his chair with an easy, elegant grace. He

Up on the second-floor mezzanine of the Elysium Lounge, two figures stand in the dim, velvet-draped shadows overlooking the grand lobby.Tristan Hale leans lazily against the carved stone railing, swirling a crystal glass of dark blood-wine as he watches the elevator ascend. "Well, well... look at that, Kieran. Isn't that the human girl who walked out of Silveroak Keep tonight?"Beside him, wrapped in a perfectly tailored black suit, stands Kieran Ravenscroft—the Alpha King of the mafia underworld. His features are carved from harsh, beautiful stone, his midnight hair brushed back to reveal eyes that glow like cold, molten silver."She knocked Mason’s enforcer flat on his back at the gate earlier without using a single spell or wolf instinct," Tristan chuckles, licking his lips. "She's got some real fire in her. Makes a man want to get a little wild."Kieran slowly lowers his silver gaze, his eyes tracking my figure through the glass elevator as it rises. His posture is relaxed, but t

"Enough! Stop talking about her like that!" Callum Prescott snarls, slamming his heavy glass down onto the mahogany table with a violent, shattering crack that sends amber Zetro Vesper liquor splashing across the room.His golden wolf eyes flash with a sudden, lethal warning, his broad shoulders rising and falling rapidly under his leather jacket. Normally, whenever the pack enforcers made fun of my plus-size frame or mocked my scentless human blood, Callum just sat back and laughed along. But right now, hearing them throw the word "servant" around sends an inexplicable, burning irritation straight through his veins.Whatever. Given how pathetic she used to be for him, if Darcy actually shows up in room 6103 right this second, he might just condescend to step in and protect her for once.Callum grabs another glass, throwing back the liquid in one hard gulp, his thick throat working as his sharp jawline catches the hazy crimson neon of the lounge."Callum..." Piper Ashford whimpers sof

"Apologize on my behalf?" My voice cuts through the thick, suffocating air of the Gilded Crown, cold enough to freeze the blood in her veins. "You speak for a human you threw into the gutter, Piper?"Piper Ashford flinches, her pristine white high heels clicking backward on the polished marble. She smells of artificial floral scent and raw, desperate ambition—the stench of a low-tier werewolf trying to play high-born mafia politics.Her father, Malcolm Ashford, sits at the VIP table behind her, his Alpha dominance pulsing through the room like a heavy hammer. Beside him, Celeste Ashford glares at me, her eyes flashing a predatory amber. They brought their newly reclaimed werewolf heiress out to celebrate my formal banishment from the Ashford Pack, tossing me a pathetic stack of cash and an exile decree. Twenty years of serving them as their human stray, wiped clean the second Piper showed up with pure Ashford blood.They thought I would crawl into the Blackveil District and die like a