Todos los capítulos de Banish Me, Alpha: The Human Prey Is an Alpha: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

"If you touch that door, the pack guards will tear your throat out before you reach the boundary tree," Malcolm Ashford says, his voice heavy with alpha dominance that rattles the heavy oak table in the Silveroak Keep.I freeze, my fingers trembling against the edge of the dark wood table. I force my breath to steady, staring down at the thick parchment resting between us. It bears the official seal of the Bloodfang Court. Beside it sits a leather satchel stuffed with thick stacks of raw cash and a permanent banishment decree from the Ashford territory."You've taken twenty years of our resources, Darcy," Celeste Ashford adds, her tone dripping with ice as she adjusts the crimson silk across her shoulders. She doesn't even look at me, keeping her sharp eyes fixed on the young woman sitting beside her. "You were a convenient stand-in when we thought our bloodline was lost. But the true heiress of the Ashford Pack has returned."Piper Ashford, sitting tall with her pure-blood silver wol

"Get out of the car, Darcy," Kieran Ravenscroft growls, his powerful Alpha aura crushing the air right out of my lungs.My fingers lock around the edge of the leather seat inside the Blackwood Range Rover. I do not flinch. I do not bow my head. I look him straight in the eyes, feeling the fierce, untamed instinct burning in my blood, completely ignoring the way my heart hammers like a trapped beast against my ribs."You do not give me orders anymore, Kieran," I say, my voice steady, sharp as a silver blade. "I am not a member of the Ravenscroft Family, and I never was."He leans in close, his dark eyes flashing a dangerous crimson in the dim light of the vehicle. His heavy scent of cold cedar and rain saturates the space, trying to force my knee to bend. "You grew up in my shadow, human girl. My parents raised you in Ashford Manor out of pity because your blood was worthless. Now that the true pure-blood daughter, Piper Ashford, has returned to take her rightful place in the Silveroak

"Get your human hands off the blood-oath ledger before I rip them from your arms and feed them to the rogues!"Malcolm Ashford’s voice roared through the central hall of Silveroak Keep, vibrating the iron chandeliers overhead. Heavy, suffocating Alpha pressure rolled off his shoulders like a physical weight, thick with the stench of burnt cedar and dark rage.I did not flinch. I did not kneel.I stood in the center of the Bloodfang Court, my knuckles white as I held my ground against the entire Ashford Pack. Being born human in a family of pure-blood mafia wolves meant I had spent twenty years learning how to stand straight while monsters tried to bend my spine. Plus-sized and scentless, I was the static in their pristine, blood-bound legacy."The ledger records every territory transfer made under the Ashford name for the last decade," I said, my voice steady, slicing through the heavy, humid air of the hall. "I managed the logistics of the Eastmoor Quarter. I built the supply lines t

"If you touch that security scanner again, I will break your fingers one by one," I say, my voice cutting through the thick, ozone-heavy air of the Blackveil Quarter.Arabella Kingsley flinches, her polished claws pulling back from my shoulder as her high heels click sharply against the wet cobblestones outside the Blackthorn Transit Complex. Her silver wolf eyes flash with petty venom, her scent spiking with bitter envy."You arrogant little trash," Arabella spits, her full lips curling into a sneer as she adjusts her heavy fur cloak. "You were thrown out of the Ashford Manor like a stray dog. You have no pack, no rank, and no wolf. How dare you show your face in Redgrave Territory?"I do not bend under her gaze. My hands rest casually in the pockets of my oversized dark coat, my pulse steady despite the armed Ravenscroft Citadel enforcers watching us from the perimeter wall."I am here because I was summoned, Arabella," I answer quietly, stepping past her onto the reinforced steel p

"Pack law states you leave by midnight, or your blood belongs to the soil," my adoptive father, Malcolm Ashford, growled, slamming a heavy parchment contract onto the polished mahogany desk.I stared at the thick black ink binding my exile. For twenty years, I had believed I was a cherished daughter of the Ashford Pack, serving as their primary tactical strategist in the cutthroat underworld of Ravenshire City. I had spent my youth building their trade routes, organizing their territorial defenses, and securing their dominance over the Blackveil District. I was born human, devoid of a wolf's scent or claws, but my sharp mind had made up for my lack of fangs.Then Piper Ashford walked through the gates three days ago.She was their biological child, a pure-blood werewolf stolen at birth, bearing the gold-flecked eyes and heavy dominance scent of the Ashford lineage. My twenty years of devotion evaporated overnight. In their eyes, I was no longer a brilliant asset. I was merely weak hum