Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone—including her own mate—she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone.

Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved.

It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed—a problem he had been battling for years. 

Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous—he was the kind of man you don't escape from.

Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. 

Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.

The Rise Of The Ugly Luna 

*"It must be mere luck," she cleared her throat. "I'm sure she didn't have to do much."*
*I was tempted to laugh. Mere luck? Did she have any idea the effort I had to put in?*
*She stepped away from the door. "Leave. Now."*
*For a spitting second, I wondered why Jaris wasn't making her his Luna...

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