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The Alpha's Cursed Luna

Synopsis: Amara hid her beauty since she was young. Her mother told her that her beauty might become her ruin, therefore she wore a mask and hid the scar that her mother had given her. When she met Gerard who accepted her despite her ugliness, she believed he was the man destined for her. But her fantasy was mercilessly broken after her lover sold her to an old nobleman for a pouch of gold coins. She then met Azer, a man working at a bakery. Azer, who strikes her as a mysterious guy who suddenly appeared and invaded her broken heart which she swore to never let be swayed by another again, kept pouring her attention and kindness. Can Amara trust a man again? Or will she forever cage her heart on the walls she built herself? But what happens if, along the way of treasuring her newfound love, she learns that the scar she bears isn't just a simple scar, but a mark of a curse? As she gathers and unfolds the hidden and lost memories of her childhood, slowly, her identity is revealed. And so does the mystery surrounding Azer. --- This novel is the next series after the story of Kyden and Mona [Summoned by a Pretend Villainess]. The novels aren't connected, but the world-building is the same. The characters were living in the same world. Check it out too^^ Thank you for stopping by! Please support me in this journey! - superAyan

superAyan · Fantasy
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102 Chs

87. Kidnapped

Tyron sighed heavily, leaning against the wall outside Amara's room. He was never one for such mundane tasks. Guard duty, especially in the middle of the night, bored him to no end.

His pack brothers were out in the city, taking part in crucial missions, while he was left behind to watch over a sleeping woman. Tyron knew that Amara was important, but he couldn't shake the feeling that his talents were being wasted.

He yawned, stretching his arms above his head.

The corridors of the palace were eerily silent, with only the occasional flicker of a torch casting shadows along the walls.

Tyron's thoughts drifted to the others—his brothers-in-arms, who were probably facing off against enemies or engaging in thrilling pursuits. He longed to be with them, feeling the rush of adrenaline instead of standing guard over a peaceful room.