Fury Unleashed: The Awakening Alpha Nira (by Chloe Ramos) novel Chapter 310

Chapter 310 The Winery Ambush

Nira’s POV:

The next thing I heard was the sharp crash of shattering glass.

Kade and I locked eyes for a split second. Without a word, he drove his foot hard against the door to Caesar Hall, bursting it open.

Inside, a young guy wearing gold–rimmed glasses was being pinned face–down against a hea wooden table by three men dressed in black. One of them held a syringe, poised to plunge it into the guy’s neck.

“That’s Desmond!” Oscar breathed out beside me.

“Hey! Back off!” Kade snatched a decorative vase from a stand by the entrance and hurled it toward the group.

In a flash, the three men shifted–not into humans running, but into sleek, powerful black wolves. They dodged the vase easily, their movements fluid and predatory.

As they shifted back to human form and lunged for Desmond again, I flicked three thin silver needles from my sleeve. They buried deep into the backs of two of the men.

“Agh!” The two cried out, stumbling back and releasing their hold.

The third snarled, baring sharpened canines, and sprang straight at me.

Kade was already moving. He launched forward, planting a solid kick into the man’s ribs, sending him crashing into the wall.

There was a sickening thud. A set of razor–sharp wolf claws had managed to swipe across Desmond’s shoulder, tearing through fabric and skin.

“Let’s go! Now!” Kade barked, hauling a barely–conscious Desmond upright and toward the door. I covered their retreat, throwing another volley of needles to keep the black–clad figures at bay.

We’d just made it to the stairwell when Desmond groaned, his face draining of color.

“He’s been poisoned” I said, the acrid scent hitting my senses immediately. I propped him up,

his neck until I found it tiny, almost invisible puncture mark, already

darkening

Oscar rushed over at the sound of our voices and immediately slung Desmond’s other arm over his shoulder. “Back door! My car’s parked in the alley.”

We bolted out of the winery, the angry shouts of the men echoing behind us.

The second we shoved Desmond into the back seat, he went completely limp, unconscious.

I checked his pulse, then his pupils, and my stomach dropped. “It’s a neurotoxin… wolfsbane based. Witch–made, no doubt.” That explained why I couldn’t sense his wolf spirit at all. Wolfsbane was one of the deadliest things for our kind.

Kade met my eyes, and I knew we were thinking the same thing–this had Lila’s signature all

over it.

Oscar hit the gas before I’d even finished speaking. The car peeled out into the dark streets. In the rearview mirror, I saw several black figures spill out from the alley entrance.

“The hospital?” Oscar asked, knuckles white on the wheel.

“No time,” I said, already tearing open Desmond’s collar. The injection site was now an ugly shade of blue, spiderwebbing under his skin. “Find somewhere secure. I have to draw the poison out now.”

Oscar nodded, jaw tight, and swerved through late–night traffic with practiced precision.

I pulled my leather roll of medical needles from my bag. Using my fingertip, I carefully collected a trace of the toxin from Desmond’s neck and brought it to my nose. “It’s nearly reached his heart. We have three hours, tops, to get the contaminated blood out. After that…” I didn’t need to finish.

Oscar floored it, the engine roaring in response. He handled the steering wheel like it was part

of him.

“Hold on!” he yelled suddenly, and the car shot into a narrow service alley–barely wider than the vehicle itself.

Through the back window, I saw two black SUVs swerve in after us, headlights cutting like harsh predatory eyes through the dimm passageway.

apahead—now?” Kade’s voice was a sharp command

nosa feral grin spread across Oscar’s face. He yanked the handbrake with his right

duschbard left with lux left.

protest, Jeaving twin black

on the asphalt.

The car slid sideways into the right–hand alley with a near–perfect drift, the rear bumper grinding against the brick wall in a shower of orange sparks.

I wrapped my arms tighter around Desmond’s unconscious form, three fresh silver needles already pressed between the fingers of my left hand.

“BOOM!”

The sound was deafening–a furious, guttural howl followed instantly by the explosive shatte of our back windshield.

Shards of glass sprayed inward like icy rain. Kade threw his body over mine and Desmond, taking the brunt of it.

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