Todos los capítulos de Banish Me, Alpha: The Human Prey Is an Alpha: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

"Get your filthy human hands off the Ashford crest, Darcy."Celeste Ashford’s voice slicing through the heavy, moon-scented air of the Silveroak Keep’s courtyard was like a silver blade across raw skin. She stood on the marble steps, her crimson eyes flashing with pure wolf dominance. Behind her, Piper Ashford—her biological daughter, the true-blood werewolf heiress who had returned to claim her throne only three days ago—folded her arms, a smug, vicious smirk curving her lips.My fingers froze on the leather strap of my worn travel bag. I didn't let my knees shake. I refused to give them the satisfaction."I am talking to you, human parasite," Celeste snarled, stepping down the stairs. The air around her pressure-surged, a wave of crushing Alpha aura designed to force lower wolves to their knees. It hit me like a solid wall of brick. Because I had no inner wolf to fight back, no scent to shield me, the raw pressure slammed into my chest, forcing the breath right out of my lungs. Blue

"Drop the attitude, Darcy, or I will let the Silveroak enforcers drag you into the Blackveil District myself!"My father’s harsh command rattled the heavy mahogany table inside Ashford Manor. I stood frozen in the center of the grand hall, my pulse hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs as my curvy frame tensed under the suffocating weight of their cold, golden eyes. The scent of ozone, damp earth, and predatory dominance thick in the air made my human lungs burn."You do not speak to Malcolm that way," my mother, Celeste Ashford, sneered from the raised dais. Her fingers, tipped with razor-sharp black claws that gleamed under the crystal chandelier, stroked the hair of the girl sitting beside her. "You have occupied a space that never belonged to you for twenty years, human. Now that our true-blood daughter has returned, your presence is an insult to the Bloodfang Court."Beside her sat Piper Ashford. The real heiress. Her amber eyes glowed with pure, unadulterated werewolf super

"Take the blood-crest token and leave," Malcolm Ashford growls, shoving the black obsidian slab across the polished mahogany table of Silveroak Keep.My pulse thumps heavy against my collarbone, my human skin flush with heat under the weighted gazes of the entire Ashford wolf pack council. Twenty years I lived inside this territory believing I was their blood, only for Piper Ashford to return from the rogue borderlands bearing the pure-blood crest while my veins remain dead, human, and scentless."You have no pack aura, Darcy Ellington," Celeste Ashford spat from the head couch, her dark eyes flashing yellow in the dim torchlight of the hall. "We gave you shelter, raised you among alpha blood, and you reward us by remaining a weak, powerless parasite. Now that our true daughter is home, your presence dishonors the Ashford bloodline."I do not reach for the token. I keep my hands steady at my sides, adjusting the heavy jacket over my curved hips. They think my lack of a wolf scent make

"Get your hands off me!" I snarl, my upper lip pulling back as the sharp, metallic tang of blood floods my tongue. My latent wolf clawed at the walls of my throat, raging to be let loose."You're a fake, Darcy, and a useless human parasite at that," Celeste Ashford spits, her voice dripping with venomous malice as she steps closer, her pristine diamond heels clicking heavily against the marble floor of Ashford Manor. "My daughter, Piper, is back where she belongs. She carries the true pure-blood line of the Ashford Pack. You? You are nothing but trash we picked up from the Eastmoor Quarter. A human mistake."I wipe a smear of blood from my chin, my body trembling not with fear, but with the sheer force of the primal fury surging through my veins. For twenty years, I believed Malcolm and Celeste Ashford were my parents. I bled for their mafia empire, fought in the shadow wars against rival packs, and enforced their brutal rule across the Blackveil District. I believed I was just a late

"I'm keeping her core stabilized for the night, but the pure-blood rejection inside her veins isn't going away on its own," I say, stepping back from the examination table and wiping the thick, dark wolf blood from my fingers with a clean white cloth. "This isn't a simple heart flaw. It's a deep-seated bloodline collapse, triggered because someone forced her wolf to submit through raw, unnatural emotional distress."Kieran Ravenscroft does not take his obsidian eyes off his younger sister, Sliver Ravenscroft. Watching the faint color return to her pale face and her harsh, ragged breathing smooth into a steady rhythm, the massive fists he had been clenching at his sides slowly loosen.He lowers his dark gaze, his eyes trailing down to my hands as I finish wiping the dark crimson from my knuckles. My fingers are broad and strong, marked by years of hard labor in the Eastmoor Quarter, but pale against the blood-stained rag.A heavy, dangerous emotion swirls in the depths of his dark eyes