Fury Unleashed: The Awakening Alpha Nira novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113 The Woman in Red

Chapter 113 The Woman in Red

Nira’s POV:

The moment she stepped onto the stage, the entire room shifted.

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It wasn’t just the dress, though the deep red fabric moved with her like fire catching air, it was the way she carried herself, effortless, controlled, impossible to ignore. Her long, wavy hair fell loosely over her shoulders, soft strands brushing against her cheek and drawing attention to features that were already striking enough on their own.

When she looked out at the crowd, her eyes were bright and steady, and when she smiled, slow and confident, it felt like she had flipped some invisible switch that pulled everyone in

at once.

Lyra reacted before I did.

The scent hit first.

Lycan.

That explained everything.

That kind of presence, that natural pull, wasn’t learned, it was instinct, something woven into their blood. Lycans didn’t need to try, people noticed them anyway.

And just like that, a name surfaced in

my

mind.

Damian.

I cut the thought off immediately.

Whatever history we had was buried where it belonged, and as long as he stayed out of my way, I had no reason to dig it back up or use it against him.

“Good evening, everyone. Welcome to tonight’s auction. I’ll be your host.”

Her voice carried cleanly across the room, smooth and controlled, snapping my attention back to the present.

“Let’s begin by revealing our first item.”

At her signal, a covered piece was wheeled onto the stage and unveiled with care.

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“This oil painting dates back to the Renaissance,” she continued, lifting it slightly so the audience could take in the details. “An early work by Vermeer, preserved in exceptional condition. Opening bid, three million.”

The room didn’t hesitate.

“Three point five!”

“Four!”

Bids started rolling in from the floor and the private boxes above, climbing quickly.

I picked up the tablet beside me and zoomed in on the image, studying the brushwork, the composition, the structure beneath the surface. It didn’t take long before I leaned back, interest fading as quickly as it came.

“It’s authentic,” I said, glancing at Kade. “Early Vermeer though, you can tell he hadn’t fully refined his technique yet. It’s solid, but nowhere near his later work.”

I tilted my head slightly, still looking at the screen. “Given the condition, I’d put it somewhere between six and eight million.”

Kade set his glass down, a flicker of surprise crossing his expression before it settled into something more curious. “Didn’t expect you to have an eye for this.”

“I’ve been around it,” I replied casually.

Back at Silvermoon Pack, the castle had been filled with high–end collections, original works, rare pieces, things most people would only ever see in museums. Growing up in that environment, learning the difference between something average and something exceptional wasn’t exactly optional.

Kade didn’t say anything right away, but I could feel his attention linger, like he was trying to connect dots I hadn’t given him yet.

A few minutes later, the final bid landed at 7.2 million.

Right where I expected it.

Kade glanced at me, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Guess you called it.”

More items followed, luxury watches, jewelry, even a few incomplete manuscripts that most people barely gave a second look.

Until they hit the stage.

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