All Chapters of Banish Me, Alpha: The Human Prey Is an Alpha: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"Are you entirely sure you want to eat that whole plate, Arabella, or do you need me to feed it to you bite by bite?"My voice sliced through the heavy silence of the Ashford Manor dining room, cold enough to freeze the blood in her veins. I leaned back in my chair, dark eyes locked onto my adoptive sister, letting my full physical frame settle into the heavy leather seat. I did not look like the sleek, dainty wolves of Kingsley Row. My broad shoulders, thick arms, and heavy waist carried the raw weight of a girl who had spent twenty years surviving the brutal streets of the Blackveil District. I was a human-born outcast among pure-blood monsters, and I made sure every single one of them remembered it.Arabella Kingsley froze, her fork hovering a few inches above her plate. Her wolf-gold eyes trembled, glossy tears already pooling at the edges of her delicate lashes as she lowered her head in a performance of pure, pathetic despair."Darcy, do you dislike me that much?" she whimpered,

Seeing the guilt-ridden expression on Mason Ashford’s face, I could not help but let out a short, sharp laugh. It was a sound filled with cold mockery and undisguised disgust that echoed off the cold stone walls of the Silveroak Keep."Mr. Ashford, do you have any idea how... disgusting you look right now? It is enough to make a person sick."Mason's bloodshot eyes widened, his pale face turning deathly pale as if he had been struck by lightning. Those exact words... he was all too familiar with them. Because he had once spat them at me himself. He was the one who, with an air of condescending pure-blood superiority, had stood in the courtyard of Ashford Manor and told me, "Your groveling human act is so disgusting it makes me want to throw up."That was how he had once treated me when I was just a human girl trying to survive in his family's territory. Now, those exact words were being thrown right back into his teeth. They stabbed straight into his heart, causing an unbearable, wren

"Hold tight, kid," I said, flipping the cool, gold-trimmed black metal key between my fingers.Brianna's breath hitched as she pressed both hands against her heart, her eyes locked on the ghost emblem etched deep into the heavy ignition key. Her face was flushed, her chest heaving as if she were about to burst into tears right there in the backseat of the Blackwood Range Rover."Is... is this... the key to the Ghost?!" she stammered, her voice shaking so hard the words barely made it past her lips.I let a small, lazy smirk touch my lips and gave her a slow nod. "It's your gift. Who else would it be for?""Ahhhhh!" Brianna shrieked, an ear-splitting scream that shattered the quiet cabin of the Range Rover and vibrated right through the leather seats. "Darcy, I love you so much! You're my favorite person in the whole damn world!"Up front, Ellis Ford winced, pulling his shoulders up to his ears. His eyes flashed in the rearview mirror, darting back toward Brianna with an unhidden pout.

"Back off from her right now!" Callum Prescott roared, his throat rumbling with an unhinged, violent growl that shook the metal barricades around us.He didn't care that he had just shoved Piper Ashford hard enough to make her stumble into her pack enforcers. He didn't care that her high heels snapped against the concrete or that her fake, pathetic gasps for attention filled the pit lane. His blood was boiling, his eyes fixed on my silver-and-black wolf-core motorcycle with a fanatical, desperate hunger."Adrian, what is wrong with you?!" Piper shrieked, her voice turning shrill as she clawed at her tangled hair, struggling to stand straight. Her face was flushed red with absolute humiliation. "You pushed me?! You pushed your future mate away for some low-tier street racer?!"Landon Pierce, wearing his heavy studded leather jacket, quickly grabbed Piper's elbow before she could throw a tantrum. "Don't get the wrong idea, Piper," Landon muttered, his eyes darting nervously toward Callu

"Get out of the way before I break more than just your ribs."The roaring engine of a neon-blue Blackwood Range Rover shattered the tension in the alley. Tires screaming against the tarmac, the flashy vehicle executed a reckless, arrogant drift that scattered the surrounding crowd of pack enforcers and rogue gamblers like bowling pins.It planted itself squarely between Callum Prescott and me, its high beams flashing with aggressive hostility.The butterfly-wing doors swung upward in a fluid motion. Brian Foster jumped out with a flamboyant spin, wearing a neon-green leather jacket, wild-colored hair, and designer sunglasses pushed down the bridge of his nose. He struck a pose against the hood, radiating effortless chaos."Brian..." Callum hissed, his teeth grinding together as he glared at the grinning rogue heir.Brian adjusted his sunglasses with a single finger, flashing a wide, obnoxious smirk. "Well, well. Look who's causing a ruckus on my turf. If it isn't Mr. Prescott." He dra