The remnants of the past

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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As Lily Dawson laboured diligently over a wounded warrior's arm, the tiny, poorly lit infirmary was filled with the aroma of herbs and antiseptic.

A rogue's claw tore open the deep gash, and even though the bleeding had stopped, infection was still present beneath the skin.

Even though she was exhausted, she worked quickly with her fingers, making a fine paste out of fresh echinacea and rosemary.

She had not slept for two nights now. Lily was relieved to be exhausted. She did not have time to think when she was busy.

did not have time to recall the sarcastic remarks, the disdainful glances, and the sympathy of those who believed she lacked the strength to endure in their world. She was an Omega.

The lowest of all the lows. Nobody gave a damn about a wolf unless they were in need. Her own partner had deserted her. rejected before they could even form a bond.

She should have been broken by it. And perhaps it had, in certain respects. But even when others would not do the same for her, Lily had learnt to push the pain deep inside and concentrate on healing and helping others instead.

She had put in more effort than anyone else to become an expert in the use of human medicine, herbs, and potions to heal, earning her position as the pack's healer.

She had hoped that perhaps, just possibly, her rank would not define her value. She had been mistaken. She was reminded of her position as soon as she left the infirmary.

A voice that was familiar sneered, "Are you still playing doctor, Omega?" Lily gritted her teeth and spun around to confront Beta Eric and two of the Alpha's best guards.

His muscular frame was tense with contempt as he towered over her. She stated calmly, "I do not play." "I cure." Eric grinned. "Perhaps. However, when you are the one in need of saving, nobody will give a damn.

Lily did not flinch as he moved closer, encroaching on her personal space. She had long since discovered that displaying fear only made matters worse.

Refusing to give in, she maintained eye contact. After a moment, Eric said, "Alpha Damien has summoned you," in a tone that was tinged with something she could not quite make out. "You should avoid keeping him waiting." Lily felt a knot in her stomach.

She was only ever called upon by Alpha Damien to remind her of her position. Nevertheless, she became aware of a change as she followed Eric around the packhouse.

With warriors lining the hallways, their shoulders squared and their faces tense, the entire place was tense. Something was going on.

Lily hardly had time to process the scene when they arrived at the main hall before her knees almost gave out. Here was the Alpha King. All the wolves bowed their heads in submission, and the room fell into a deadly silence. All the wolves minus her.

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