Todos los capítulos de Banish Me, Alpha: The Human Prey Is an Alpha: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

"You're standing in my spot, human," Malcolm Ashford growls, his broad, leather-clad chest heaving as his amber wolf eyes flash with low-level dominance pressure. He slams a thick envelope of cash and a heavy parchment exile decree onto the stone slab table of the Silveroak Keep. "The Ashford Pack raised you for twenty years like a stray hound, Darcy. But our true pure-blood daughter is back. Take the fifty thousand silver notes and clear your scent out of Moonridge Territory before the sun sets."Celeste Ashford doesn't even look at me. She fussily adjusts the silk mantle over Piper Ashford’s shoulders, her voice dripping with poisonous disgust. "Don't just stand there staring with those useless, bloodless eyes, Darcy. You aren't our blood. You never were. A fat, heavy human girl has no place in a mafia pack of true wolves. Get out."My chest tightens, a sudden surge of heat flooding my veins as my heart thuds heavily against my ribs. I don't reach for the envelope. I don't cry. I st

"Keep your filthy money," I say, my voice dropping into a razor-thin growl that makes the security guards at the threshold snap their heads toward me.Celeste Ashford’s hand freezes in midair. Her polished nails twitch around the two crisp bills, her jaw tightening as her scent souring with sudden, rabid fury. Beside her, Piper Ashford takes a sharp step forward, her eyes flashing a predatory golden-yellow for a split second before she forces her werewolf instincts back down beneath her heavy makeup."What did you just call us, you pathetic stray?" Celeste snarls, her upper lip curling to expose sharp, elongated fangs. "You were a parasite in the Ashford Manor for twenty years! We threw you out into the Blackveil District with nothing because you don't carry a single drop of true wolf blood! Now look at you—wearing a servant’s apron, scraping grease off plates in the Sterling Heights just to survive!""I said you look like drowned rats," I repeat calmly, taking another step forward. I

"Get your hands off that file before I break every bone in your fingers."I jerk my head up, my claws itching beneath my skin as my wolf snarls at the back of my skull. Standing at the entrance of the VIP lounge inside The Gilded Crown, Callum Prescott freezes, his hand hovering over the mahogany desk where my private documents lie."You always did have a foul mouth, Darcy," Callum sneers, stepping back with an arrogant smirk that makes my blood boil. "I was just checking to see how low the discarded human of the Ashford family has sunk since Malcolm threw you out of Ashford Manor.""I'm low enough to put a silver bullet through your throat if you don't back off," I snap, stepping fully into the velvet-draped room.My heart hits my ribs like a battering ram, the raw, suppressed pulse of my latent bloodline thrumming hot in my veins. They all think I'm a weak, powerless human girl who got kicked to the curb the moment Piper Ashford—their precious pure-blood alpha heiress—returned to re

“Step back, Alaric,” I snapped, the scent of crushed pine and raw wolf aura rolling over my bare skin. “The Gilded Crown serves purebloods, not boundary-stalkers.”Alaric Sterling didn’t retreat. He closed the gap in two long, deliberate strides, his massive frame blotting out the velvet-draped corridor of the underworld club. He wore no pack colors, yet the suffocating weight of the Sterling Heights alpha bloodline rolled off him in waves, thick enough to force standard wolves to their knees.I stood my ground, my pulse hammering a steady, defiant rhythm against my ribs. I wasn’t a standard wolf. The Ashford Manor had discarded me like trash three weeks ago, branding me a scentless human parasite. They thought throwing me into the Blackveil District with a blood-oath exile would kill me. They were wrong.“I came to hunt, Darcy,” Alaric purred, his voice a low rumble that vibrated straight into my sternum. His golden wolf eyes flashed amber under the dim red lanterns of the VIP hall.

“Hands off the back of my chair, Sterling,” I growled, my pulse hammering a fierce, angry rhythm against my ribs as the thick scent of crushed pine and rogue male wolf rolled off him.Alaric Sterling didn’t flinch. The massive Alpha Enforcer of the Ravenscroft Citadel just stood behind me, his heavy amber eyes gleaming with dark amusement as the oppressive silence in the Silver Fang Club VIP suite stretched tight enough to snap.I sat back in my seat, my full hips filling the plush velvet leather, completely unbothered by my size or the way my curves pushed against the dark, practical rogue leather jacket I wore. The Ashford Pack had spent twenty years in Ashford Manor telling me I was a useless, fat human girl with no wolf, no scent, and no bloodline. They had used me as a servant, kept me locked in the shadow of their true purebred daughter, and then thrown me into the dirt of the Blackveil District with a formal decree of exile the second Piper Ashford walked back through their gat