Fury Unleashed: The Awakening Alpha Nira novel Chapter 2

Nira's POV:

The car bumped along the road, and the closer we got to the estate, the sharper the memories came into focus.

I was the Sorens' real daughter, born of their blood. But the moment I lost my wolf, they saw me as nothing but a stain on the family name—an embarrassment, a failure, someone no longer worth keeping.

Janice had the luxury suite, decorated like a palace. I got the leftover maid's quarters.

She wore custom gowns from elite designers overseas. I had a handful of faded, outdated pieces—clothes she didn't want anymore and had already thrown out.

For five years, in that prison, through endless nights swallowed in darkness, I lived with nothing but regret.

I regretted saving Jenna's life, only to discover she was my birth mother. At the time, Lyra had been injured and barely hanging on. Still, I was stupid enough to run to the Blazeborn Pack, thinking I'd finally found home.

I regretted clinging to that fragile connection, hoping that shared blood could mean something. Letting them abuse me, watching Janice plot against me again and again, and saying nothing.

What I regretted most was believing their lies, the promise that if I stayed quiet for a while, they would eventually treat me right. Instead, they locked me away in an institution, where I spent five years being broken down and abused, all because I didn't have a wolf.

Before I was dragged back to the Sorens, I was raised under the care and guidance of my adoptive Alpha father in the Silvermoon Pack.

I wasn't just protected. I was his chosen Alpha heir. I lived a life most wolves could only dream of—respected, well-trained, and never once denied what I needed.

I took a deep breath, forcing down the storm inside me.

The car rolled through the gates of the Soren estate. The mansion looked the same, but to me, it felt like some distant, hollow shell. Whatever warmth it used to hold was long gone.

This time, I wasn't coming back as the naive girl desperate for love and family. That girl was gone. Lyra had awakened, and I wasn't here to beg. I was here to take back everything they stole from me. And anyone who owed me—was going to pay in full.

I stepped out of the car, cold and composed, and walked through the estate's front drive.

On the way in, I passed clusters of house staff. Even the Omega maids didn't bother hiding the disdain in their eyes as they looked me up and down like I didn't belong.

They whispered and snickered, their gazes landing on the cheap, worn-out striped shirt I had on.

Aven tossed a shopping bag at me with a smirk. Said Janice had "graciously" picked out some clothes for me, in case I had nothing to wear. He told me I had to change before stepping inside.

I didn't even glance at it. Just raised my hand and threw it aside.

"You little—" Aven's wolf eyes flared as he lifted his hand to slap me.

But I was ready. I grabbed his wrist mid-air, fast and clean. Lyra's strength surged through my fingers, and with a twist, Aven cried out in pain. His eyes widened in shock.

She glanced at Damon, who picked up where she left off. "In a couple days, we're taking you to the Howell banquet. Don't embarrass us. This marriage is something we worked hard to arrange for you. Screw it up, and we'll have no problem sending you back where you came from."

"Something you arranged for me?"

I looked right at her and let the words drip with sarcasm. "Let's be honest. You're just trying to use me to protect the Sorens, throwing me to the wolves so the rest of you come out clean."

Janice sat perfectly posed on the couch, fingers twisting nervously in her dress, eyes wide like she couldn't believe I dared talk back.

Then she softened her expression and spoke in that sugar-sweet tone she always used when pretending to care, "Nira, how can you say that? Everything they've done is for your own good. Getting to marry into the Howell family, an Alpha King bloodline, that's something people would kill for. You should be grateful."

I turned to her, smiled coldly. "Oh yeah? Then why don't you take my place? You want it so bad, it's all yours."

Janice paled instantly. Her eyes darted to Damon and Jenna, lips trembling like she had something to say but couldn't get it out.

"Don't start your nonsense again!"

Damon slammed the table so hard the wine glasses shook. His eyes burned into mine, all Alpha command and fury. "This decision is final. You don't get a say."

Then he leaned forward, dropping his voice but not his threat. "You want the whole pack to see those videos? You want everyone in Blazeborn to know what a disgrace you were? What a pathetic, wolfless failure you are? No? Then you better fall in line."