Fury Unleashed: The Awakening Alpha Nira novel Chapter 1

Nira's POV:

"7342, grab your stuff!"

The guard banged on the iron bars, waved a stack of papers in his hand, and added sharply, "Your release just came through. You'll be out in ten minutes. Get to the registration desk for processing."

I looked up just in time to see his back as he walked away.

Five years. And finally, that steel door was opening—for me.

Honestly, ever since my wolf, Lyra, fully awakened three months ago, I could've shattered this place and walked out any time I wanted.

But I stayed. I wanted to see how long the Sorens thought they could keep playing their little game.

I ran my thumb across a faint scar in my palm—left there the day I risked my life to save the woman they told me was my birth mother. A witch's claws did that.

That was the day I nearly died. And Lyra, my wolf soul, went into hibernation trying to keep me alive.

Losing my wolf made me worthless in their eyes. To the Blazeborn Pack's ruling family, I was supposed to be a rightful heir, the blood daughter who'd finally returned home. But the moment they learned I had no wolf, I became nothing more than a disposable burden—an embarrassment they were eager to get rid of, a convenient scapegoat when things went wrong.

They threw me into this hellhole to take the fall.

Clang! Clang! The doors groaned open on both sides of me, the blinding sunlight slicing through the dark. I squinted against it.

Behind me, a wave of muffled crying broke out in the cell block.

I turned just enough to see them—those high-ranking wolves who'd once terrorized the other inmates, now trembling, sobbing, clutching their heads.

"The demon's finally gone! Thank God! We can breathe again!"

I smirked but didn't look back.

After Lyra woke up, my powers came back. And they should be thankful I'd learned to rein in my fangs and keep most of my strength hidden, or I might have ripped their throats out the moment they started preying on the weak.

As soon as I stepped out, Lyra growled. She'd picked up a scent she hated.

I looked up. And there he was—Aven Soren, standing next to a black sedan, cigarette in hand.

The moment our eyes met, his brows pulled together, annoyed.

"Nira?" he called, like my name was something he wanted to spit out.

I gave him two seconds. Maybe less. Then I looked away.

He was nothing. Just another one of the people who helped shove me off a cliff. Might as well have been a crack in the sidewalk.

"What? It's been so long you don't even recognize your own brother?"

Aven reacted as if I had struck a nerve. His face darkened instantly, his eyes blazing as he shouted, "Janice would never be paired with someone like..."

He stopped abruptly, swallowing the rest of his words.

Realizing he had almost let something slip, he forced himself to calm down, straightened his collar, cleared his throat, and put that familiar look of superiority back on his face.

"Janice's mate will be personally chosen by Mom, Dad, and us," he said coldly. "That's none of your concern."

Then his voice hardened even more. "You just need to follow the arrangements we've made for you."

My eyes narrowed slightly, my nails pressing into my palm without me realizing it. So this mating really was suspicious.

Inside my mind, Lyra grew restless, sending waves of sharp unease and warning through my body.

The Sorens had no intention of protecting me. To them, I was just the useless biological daughter, a bargaining chip they could trade away to protect their own interests.

Fine. I let out a quiet, cold laugh in my mind.

Five years locked away had stripped me of any illusions. I wasn't the naive girl they used to push around.

This time, I was back with Lyra's power burning inside me. I was here to take back what was mine and make every single one of them—everyone who had ever hurt me—pay for it.

This mating? It would be the first move in my revenge.