Luna: A Beautiful Mess
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Luna: A Beautiful Mess

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Lolly Fantasy

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Please note this book is written by a British person, so there are spelling and language differences for my US readers.
Thank you so much to all my lovely readers. This book is now complete and I would love some feedback at the end on whether a sequel is desired!
Kiera wants nothing more than to escape her long rein of abuse from her childhood kidnapper of 6 years. She doesn't know it yet but she has great powers and will be hunted by others for it.
She plans to run away as soon as she gains her wolf at 18, living a solitary life and finally figuring herself out. But that's all about to change when she finds her mate two days before she turns 18.
How will Kiera cope with the discoveries she is about to make and the battles yet to come.
Read on to find out.
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This book is signed and published by Dreame and Dreame alone.
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There I was, stood looking into the bathroom mirror, starring right through my reflection. Looking into my eyes, which compose of dark brown circles edgeing inwards in an embré of lighter brown, with green flecks sprinkled across the cornea. I slowly move my eyes down and see the freckles in a ribbon across my nose. I always hated my freckles, but as I had gotten older I realised they gave me character and matched the brown colour of my hair. I stood silently, watching as the image before me felt detached.
"Kiera!"- I heard my name being called for what felt like the hundredth time today.
I took a deep breath and exhaled while I looked at myself in the mirror one more time. I realised I didn't know who was looking back at me anymore, my eyes felt lost, like they belonged to someone else.
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Chapter 81

{Kiera's P.O.V}


I looked ahead, confused at the sight before me. We had come into the Kingdom, attacked their people and killed their King and now I felt as if I was being rewarded for it. The guilt ate at me for the loss of young life still scattered around us.

"Please, I do not deserve this. I did not do this for pow……

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