The Alpha’s Huntress

The Rise Of The Ugly Luna

Syra Tucker

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.

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CHAPTER 1

Before beginning a new job, I always find myself overcome with anxiety. Interacting with people and helping them feel comfortable while bringing out their finest appearance is what makes me happy. However, I honestly can't do that without that sensation in the pit of my stomach, which overcomes me with anxiety.

A building and design firm hired me to update the company's details across the board and bring me on on-site visits to each of their projects. They are preparing for a fresh launch and would like my creative ideas. I decided to accept the position since the contract will benefit me greatly. And second, it was a great compliment that such a big company like theirs hired me.

One last look over my preparations confirms that the corporate details will go off without a hitch regarding preparation and setup. Looking at the list, there is a lot of corporate information from all the employees and staff.

I was considering coffee at this moment.

As I went to the cafe, I couldn't help but be enamored with the person before me. I have never met men more manly than those I have encountered here. And his complexion is just gorgeous. He might be better than he is. This man is genuinely captivating. What a sight.

The coffee maker has built-in directions, so I can make my own. Coffee that has just been ground. It smells so good! You can refer to me as a coffee addict if you like. However, my taste buds differ on this beverage, and I enjoy the higher-quality varieties. You can tell by the aroma of these beans that they don't skimp on the quality of their coffee.

As I pick up my steaming cup of love, I begin sketching positions in my thoughts. The Chief Executive Officer and the other higher-ups will require more imaginative photographs.

As I get lost in thought, I fail to see someone standing behind me. Someone must have a poor grasp of the concept of 'personal space,' which means they are standing inappropriately close to me. A steaming mug filled with coffee. I am a woman, and I remember hunky men that I encounter. And he is the one earlier: A crisp, white button-down shirt. But lucky for me, because of my stupidity, I spilled my coffee over him.

"Shoot! I am so sorry."

"Damnit, aw!"

This individual quickly tore off his shirt before I could even consider my foolishness. He is hot. Indeed, the coffee I spilled on him was as hot as his. Forgive my stupidity, please.

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