Destined To A Mafia Capo

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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The first indication that my marriage was destined to fail surfaced during the bridal shower. Amidst the revelry of my cousins and strangers from the groom's family, I, the supposed excited bride-to-be, sat like a lifeless figure in a corner. Surrounded by gift-wrapped boxes and balloons, I observed as the girls mingled and laughed over games and drinks. Then, in a moment of quiet desperation, I looked up to the sky and silently pleaded to whatever forces might listen.

"Please, end my suffering. Let me sleep tonight and never wake up."

Although I had long abandoned belief in the moon goddess since my tenth birthday, my fate was sealed. Tomorrow, I would marry Maverick Novak, a man fifteen years my senior, whose first four wives had all met mysterious ends. The thought of him, a demonic presence, repulsed me to my core.

"Aurora, it's time to open your gifts!" announced one of my cousins, breaking through my thoughts. With a forced smile, I responded, "I have a headache and would love to retire early. Please excuse me."

Without waiting for any further reaction, I rose slowly from my chair. As I walked out, I overheard one of Maverick's relatives whispering, "She's so stuck-up. She doesn't know how fortunate she is. Maverick is wealthy."

"He's old enough to be our grandfather!" retorted one of my cousins with disdain, and I made my way to my room.

Contrary to popular belief, being the daughter of the Lycan king and residing in this vast mansion brought me nothing but anguish. My elaborate wedding dress hung in the closet, a creation from the most exclusive bridal couture in the Lycan realm, adorned with over twenty carats of diamonds and white gold.

As I ran my hands over the fabric, a sudden resolve struck me. Instead of praying for death, perhaps I could escape this dreadful marriage while there was still time.

"Leave now," a resolute voice inside me urged. "Escape before it's too late." Initially brushing off the notion, I considered the consequences. My father held immense power, and defying him on such a momentous occasion would invite severe repercussions. Once the vows were spoken, my fate would be sealed. Escaping now would ensure freedom from Maverick Novak, even if it meant risking everything.

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