Fury Unleashed: The Awakening Alpha Nira (by Chloe Ramos) novel Chapter 299

Chapter 299 The Masked Woman’s Plan

Nira’s POV:

About an hour later, a dark, unmarked boat glided up to the dock without a sound. Two heavily built men boarded our vessel and dragged me roughly onto theirs.

Lyra’s voice echoed in my head, tense and low. Their scent–it’s off. Not like regular werewolves.

It hit me then–these were probably the mutated wolves I’d been tracking.

I forced myself to stay alert.

Janice stumbled after us, scrambling to keep up. “Wait! I’m with you!” she called out, trying to sound helpful.

By daybreak, the boat arrived at a secluded island.

The place looked run–down, with crumbling structures scattered around. Everywhere I looked, there were more of those mutated wolves–some lounging, some pacing, all with that same unsettling aura.

They threw me into a cramped, musty room and left without a word.

Leaning against the cold wall, I struggled to catch my breath. It took me several minutes to steady myself enough to check my injuries.

Janice’s drug was stronger than I’d expected. On top of that, my system still hadn’t fully bounced back from the poisoning I’d survived three years ago. I couldn’t shake off the effects right away.

All my med–kits and tools had been taken, so I couldn’t even patch myself up.

Just then, muffled shouts and laughter seeped through the door. Peering through a crack, I a group of rough–looking men gathered around a bonfire, drinking and hollering.

A few women–disheveled and worn–were being shoved around, forced to dance while the crowd jeered. One of them suddenly crumpled to the ground, convulsing. The men around her roared with laughter.

Over in a corner, two guys were brawling over something, fists flying until blood smeared the already stained walls.

Further down by the docks, a handful of guards patrolled lazily. Every so often, one would

saw

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shift into wolf form, snatch an ordinary werewolf from a passing boat, and tear into them just for sport.

The stench of cheap liquor, synthetic drugs, and blood mixed with the salty ocean air–it turned my stomach.

The whole island felt charged with a volatile, dangerous energy, like a fuse waiting for a spark.

I looked away, digging my nails into my palms. The sharp pain helped me focus, kept me from letting Lyra surge forward and rip every one of those bastards apart.

For now, I needed to regain my strength–fast.

Just before dawn, while a hazy mist still hung over the island, I was curled in a damp corner,

eyes closed. The drug’s ache pulsed through me, keeping sleep just out of reach.

Suddenly, the iron door slammed open with a deafening bang.

Instinct made me try to rise and defend myself, but my body was still sluggish. I stumbled as I pushed up from the floor.

“Grab her.” a man barked.

Someone yanked me up by the arm and dragged me down a long, dim hallway. Blinding morning light made me squint as we stepped outside. We passed through a cluster of palm trees, and then–out of nowhere–a sleek, modern villa stood before us, gleaming white against the island’s decay.

They shoved me into a bright, airy room. Floor–to–ceiling windows showed a peaceful view of the ocean.

Before I could even find my balance, a cool, measured woman’s voice spoke from behind me.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Nira.”

I turned quickly.

A woman in a deep red dress sat elegantly on a leather sofa. She wore a detailed silver mask that covered most of her face, leaving only her dark red lips visible.

Oddly, for the first time ever, Lyra couldn’t pick up any scent from her–not a trace. We couldn’t even sense her rank,

Between her slender fingers, she rolled a test tube filled with a glowing blue liquid–the same virus Janice had used.

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“Who are you?” I forced my voice steady, though it came out rough and tired.

“Me?” She gave a soft, low laugh. Something dangerous glinted behind the mask. I like to think of myself as… the Creator.

Slowly, she removed the mask. Her face was well–kept but carried a cold, sharp cruelty.

When her eyes landed on me, a flash of raw jealousy twisted her expression. “So similar… she looks just like her. Just as despicable.”

Janice slithered up beside her, eager to please. “Master, this is Nira–the one you asked for. I say we eliminate her now, before she causes problems.”

Without hesitation, the woman backhanded Janice across the face. “I don’t need your advice.”

Her gaze locked onto my face, obsessive and unhinged. She waved to a guard. “Lock her in the lower cells. I want to give this ‘old friend’s daughter‘ a proper welcome.”

Third–Person POV:

As the guards pulled Nira away, the woman’s voice cut through the room. “Janice. Come here.”

She traced a finger along Janice’s scarred cheek, her smile icy. “You want revenge, don’t you? Let me show you a better way.”

“What way?” Janice grabbed her hand, eyes wide with desperate hope.

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