Banish Me I'm Reclaiming My Alpha Throne!

"Sign it, Lena."

Alpha Richard Whitfield slid the exile order across the heavy oak table. The harsh scraping of paper against wood echoed like a death knell in the silent council hall.

I didn't move. My gaze drifted past him, landing on the leather sofa opposite us.

Lily had her face buried deep in Marcus's chest. Her shoulders shook violently as she sobbed, gasping for air. "Marcus, this is all my fault... I shouldn't have touched those files. Now Lena is paying the price. What are we going to do?"

Marcus, my boyfriend of five years and the Beta of our pack, was comforting her.