All Chapters of Banish Me, Alpha: The Human Prey Is an Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“The pack feast is over, and I want every container packed before the night air turns cold,” Old Conrad Sterling growled, his deep, rumbling voice cutting straight through the heavy silence of the Silver Fang VIP suite.I sat back in my velvet leather chair, adjusting the collar of my rogue leather jacket. The Ashford Pack had spent twenty years in Ashford Manor treating me like a fat, useless human servant with no wolf, no scent, and no bloodline. They had starved me, hidden me in the dark, and thrown me into the dirt of the Blackveil District the second Piper Ashford walked back through their gates. But tonight, in front of the entire underworld nobility, Alaric Sterling had carved the finest meats for me with his own hands, forcing every Alpha in the room to bow to my presence.Old Conrad Sterling had his enforcers line up velvet-lined carrying boxes on the ruined mahogany table, carefully packing away every single bone, spiced broth, and roasted delicacy I had instructed the kitch

"Get into the vehicle, Darcy," Alaric Sterling said, his low, velvet voice cutting straight through the crisp, dangerous night air of the Sterling Heights border.He didn't offer the space to anyone else. He didn't even look at Arabella Kingsley, who was practically vibrating with desperate, silent rage near the grand iron gates of The Silver Fang Club.I didn't blink. I stood my ground on the damp obsidian pavement, my heavy leather jacket wrapped around my shoulders, my full, curved frame imposing and still. Twenty years the Ashford Pack had kept me locked in the shadows of Ashford Manor, treating me like a useless, scentless human servant while they waited for their precious true-blood heiress, Piper Ashford, to return. They had starved my body, tried to break my spirit, and finally dumped me into the gutter of the Blackveil District with a pathetic stack of cash and an exile decree.They thought I was empty. They thought without a wolf scent, I was prey.They didn't know about the

"Keep your eyes off the rear glass, Arabella, before Alaric Sterling decides to rip your throat out for looking at his mate," Malcolm Ashford growled, his deep, rumbling voice cutting through the thick, dangerous night air near the gates of The Silver Fang Club.I sat back against the heavy leather of the Blackwood Range Rover, my dark eyes fixed on the rain-slicked windshield as the custom V8 engine roared to life. Twenty years in Ashford Manor, and the pack had treated me like a useless, scentless human servant while they waited for their precious true-blood heiress, Piper Ashford, to return. They had starved my body, locked me in the dark, and finally dumped me into the dirt of the Blackveil District with a pathetic stack of cash and an exile decree. They thought without a wolf scent, I was easy prey. They didn't know about the ancient, suppressed rogue bloodline in my veins, or that while Piper was learning fancy etiquette in Westmere, I was mastering the dark blood-craft of the o

"That arrogant, arrogant hybrid," Celeste Ashford said, setting her gold-trimmed tea cup down onto the marble counter of the private sitting room inside Ashford Manor with a heavy, sharp click. "Honestly, putting aside the fact that Alaric Sterling is eyeing our precious daughter and trying to tear her away from the pack... that Alpha is really something else.""His strength is top-notch, his bloodline is top-notch, and the Sterling family background is completely on par with the Ashford Pack in the Bloodfang Court, so there is no risk of one pack overpowering the other," Malcolm Ashford added, leaning back against the high leather chair as he gestured toward the massive stack of silver-wrapped offerings sitting on the polished mahogany table. "He is the best of the best in every way, an absolute Alpha partner for the pack. It is just a shame... he attracts so much blood-lust from the outer territories, and our Piper is still so young.""That is right," Malcolm continued, picking up a

"Darcy, do you dislike me that much? You won't even take a single bite of the breakfast I woke up early to make for you? It was a gesture of goodwill..."As Arabella Kingsley spoke, her eyes welled up with glossy tears, and she lowered her head in sheer, pathetic despair. "Are you still angry with me? You won't forgive me for how the pack treated you when we thought you were just a human servant?"While saying this, she made sure to glance out of the corner of her eye at Malcolm Ashford and Celeste Ashford, who were walking into the grand dining room of Ashford Manor to have their morning meal.I sat down at the heavy mahogany dining table, my dark eyes cool as I raised an eyebrow, my voice flat and completely indifferent. "Since you already know I can't stand you, stop getting in my face."My tone was ice-cold, and I made absolutely no effort to put on a show for the Ashford Alpha pair.I was just as direct as ever in expressing my absolute disgust and impatience for her games.In fa