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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.

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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^^

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- superAyan

The Alpha's Cursed Luna

The door burst open. Amara pushed Azer away forcefully. She managed to free herself and went to the door where Hansel stood. She passed him by without sparing him a glance.

Hansel cleared his throat after Amara disappeared to the door, he then spoke with a pleading voice, "Your Highness, Lady Dionne—

Azer glared at him without saying anything. He followed Amara and saw her mounting her horse. Her eyes were red and puffy, and he wanted to pull on his hair for being the reason. Amara, without sparing him another glance, bowed at the mage and started to leave.

Azer chased her moving horse while saying, "I'll come to you. I'll just—

"Please, don't," Amara interrupted him. Azer froze. Her voice was so cold that for a moment, he thought it wasn't his Amara. "Don't come anymore."

45. Festival