Banish Me, Alpha: The Human Prey Is an Alpha
They thought because I didn't carry the wolf gene, I had no place in this world.
They were wrong.
Across the long marble table, Arabella Kingsley flinched, her claws instinctively extending and tearing small, ragged gashes into the pristine linen tablecloth. She was a pure-blood wolf, the golden girl of the Kingsley Row mafia family, and she hated my guts. Beside her, my adoptive father, Malcolm Ashford, the iron-fisted Alpha of the Ashford Pack, slammed his fist onto the table so hard the crystal wine glasses shattered into a dozen sharp fragments.