Ruin Me, Alpha Step-Daddy
"You betrayed your team. You attempted to murder a decorated fighter during an active tournament. Your rank is stripped. Your name is erased. You are banished, effective immediately."
The words weren't a threat; they were an absolute execution of his authority. To a werewolf, banishment was worse than death—it meant becoming a nameless, packless rogue, hunted by every territory on the continent.
For a second, absolute panic flashed in Drake's eyes. His chest heaved as the reality of what he had lost crashed down on him. But as he clutched his spouting elbow, his fear rapidly twisted back into a hideous, ugly wave of pure, venomous hatred.