Todos los capítulos de Banish Me, Alpha: The Human Prey Is an Alpha: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

"Get your hands off me, Arabella," I said, my voice dropping into a dangerous, icy whisper that made the surrounding night air turn instantly heavy. "Your pathetic pack business has nothing to do with me."The implication hit the damp air like a physical slap: my life in the Blackveil District was none of her concern, so she needed to back off and mind her own business.Arabella Kingsley stumbled back half a step, her face twisting in sudden shock. "But we're blood-bound family now, Darcy... You can't just turn your back on the pack!"Even as the words left her mouth, a bitter spike of venomous resentment leaked from her scent.I raised an eyebrow, letting my eyes sweep over her tailored silk coat with absolute disdain. "After twenty years, a person gets attached even to a stray hound. So, since you know how to fetch and wag your tail for Malcolm and Celeste, I don't mind them keeping a little plaything like you around Silveroak Keep."Arabella's face drained of color before flushing

"I brought you a hot cup of goat's milk tea, Darcy," Celeste Ashford said softly, placing the steaming mug on my nightstand before sitting on the edge of my bed and sweeping a stray lock of hair from my face. Her eyes were thick with motherly warmth, her voice dripping with gentle concern. "You worked straight through the night setting up those perimeter defense wards for the territory. You must be utterly exhausted."My hardened, scarred demeanor didn't shift. As a human raised inside a ruthless werewolf mafia syndicate, I had learned long ago that soft words didn't keep you alive when the moon rose. Yet, a tiny flicker of genuine affection bloomed in my chest as I looked at her. "Didn't I send a runner to tell you and Malcolm to get some sleep? I told you I'd handle the Blackveil District patrol myself.""We couldn't sleep, child," Malcolm Ashford said, stepping into the room. His broad, scar-mapped shoulders and imposing Alpha presence filled the doorway, his amber wolf eyes soften

"Get out of my way," I growl, my voice dropping to a terrifying, guttural register that commands absolute submission.I drop to one knee beside Wesley's thrashing body. His pulse is fluttery, erratic, his throat completely swollen shut from the lethal allergic reaction to the Zetro Vesper serum."Darcy! What are you doing?!" Arabella shrieks hysterically from the floor. "He is dying! You can't touch him!""Shut her up, Landon," I order coldly.Landon doesn't hesitate for a fraction of a second. He steps in front of Arabella, his cold glare pinning her to the wall, blocking her from interfering.I slam my palm directly onto Wesley’s sternum. I don't use wolf power—I don't have a wolf. Instead, I use my absolute, master-level understanding of human and wolf anatomy, honed through years of surviving black-market street warfare in the Eastmoor Quarter.I locate the exact pressure point between his collarbones where the poison has pooled, drive my thumb deep into the nerve cluster, and str

"Get out of my territory before I rip your throat out myself!"The harsh words echoed off the cold stone pillars of the Ashford Manor, carrying the heavy weight of an Alpha’s direct command. Malcolm Ashford tossed a heavy leather satchel stuffed with cash onto the polished hardwood table. The sound cracked like thunder across the silent room. Beside him, Celeste Ashford folded her arms, her lips curled in a sneer of utter contempt as she looked at me.My chest burned, but I refused to let my hands tremble. For twenty years, I believed I was their daughter. I grew up in the shadow of the Ashford Pack, training my mind, learning the territory lines, and enduring every cold glance because I couldn't shift. I thought I was just a late bloomer, a human-born weakness in a proud mafia pack. But today, the truth shattered everything.Their real daughter, Piper Ashford, had returned. A true-blood werewolf with a scent that carried the raw dominance of the Ashford bloodline."The Ashford Pack r

"Bring Frederick Whitmore on the line right now, Wesley, or I burn this entire compound to ash," I snarl, my fingers digging into the edge of the iron table so hard the metal groaned.Wesley Grant doesn't blink. The old butler just stands near the door of the Silveroak Keep holding a glowing encrypted tablet, his gray eyes calm despite the blood dripping from my knuckles. He knows what I am. Everyone in Ravenshire City knows what I am. A flat-blooded human girl thrown into the Eastmoor Quarter to starve, raised by rogues, only to walk back into the Bloodfang Court with the power to crush a pack Alpha's skull with my bare hands."The Order is already waiting, Miss Darcy," Wesley says, his voice smooth, completely ignoring the rain hammering against the reinforced glass of the private chamber. "He saw the live feed from the Blackveil Quarter. He knows what you did to the Ashford Pack's enforcers."Across the room, Celeste Ashford lets out a wet, gasping sob. She is kneeling on the cold