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Banished by My Mate, Returned for Vengeance Novel Cover

Banished by My Mate, Returned for Vengeance

Three years ago, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, Ryker Armstrong, exiled me from our territory, banishing me to a distant land far from my home. Now, three years later, I’ve finally returned. But the love I once held for Ryker has long since withered into indifference. Still, the pack watches me warily, their distrust palpable. "Emely, are you planning to interfere with Alpha Ryker and Beta Sydney’s mate-pairing? Haven’t you caused enough trouble?" "Three years away, and you still haven’t learned your place. The Alpha was too lenient; he should have never allowed you back." "Exactly. Someone like her deserves to be locked away, should have stayed exiled permanently." I remain silent, their words rolling off me like water off a wolf’s fur. But then, news reached me that shattered my world. "Judah," I whispered, my voice breaking.
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Three years ago, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, Ryker Armstrong, exiled me from our territory, banishing me to a distant land far from my home.

Now, three years later, I’ve finally returned. But the love I once held for Ryker has long since withered into indifference.

Still, the pack watches me warily, their distrust palpable.

"Emely, are you planning to interfere with Alpha Ryker and Beta Sydney’s mate-pairing? Haven’t you caused enough trouble?"

"Three years away, and you still haven’t learned your place. The Alpha was too lenient; he should have never allowed you back."

"Exactly. Someone like her deserves to be locked away, should have stayed exiled permanently."

I remain silent, their words rolling off me like water off a wolf’s fur.

But then, news reached me that shattered my world.

"Judah," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Have you seen my Judah? Please, don’t leave me. You promised you’d come find me."

I spiraled into madness, my grief consuming me. Eventually, no one doubted the sincerity of my anguish.

Alpha Ryker pushed through the crowd, his imposing frame towering over everyone. He pulled me into his arms, but his hands trembled.

"Emely, what’s wrong? Who is Judah? Please don’t scare me like this."

---

I’d been back in the pack’s territory for less than an hour, and already, my phone buzzed with hostile messages from pack members.

"How dare you return?"

"Couldn’t the rogues in that foreign land deal with you? Maybe you need to be taught a lesson."

"Why didn’t your plane crash and put an end to you?"

I didn’t bother reading the rest. Instead, I grabbed my laptop and typed out a simple email: "I made it back safely."

The recipient’s avatar remained dark, as it had for months now. No reply ever came. I stared at the screen, my heart heavy.

Footsteps approached, and I quickly closed the laptop. My mother, an Omega in the pack, walked in, her hair neatly piled up.

"Emely, why are you looking at your mother like a stranger?" she asked, her voice wavering.

I stayed silent, lost in my thoughts. She wiped her tears and left the room.

That night, I overheard my parents arguing in the study.

"Does she blame us?"

"She attacked Beta Sydney, pushed her down the stairs. Sydney was in a coma for three months."

"Stop it. It’s in the past. Alpha Ryker and Beta Sydney are about to mate. We can’t afford any mistakes."

I clutched my coffee cup, my hand trembling slightly. Without a word, I turned and slipped away, the weight of their words pressing down on me like the Alpha’s commanding tone.

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