Giving Me the Cold Shoulder? The Grave Is Even Colder

"Have you made up your mind, Sharon Ulrich? As long as the version of you in this world dies, you will be able to go home," the Moon Goddess' gentle voice whispered in my ear.

Nearby, I saw Leia Harton surrounded by admirers, looking like the moon among stars. She was wearing the ceremonial gown meant only for the Luna.

Standing next to her was Samson Holt, with his arm around her as he introduced her to the honored guests.

He looked at her with a tenderness I had never seen before.

I was the only one sitting all alone in the corner.

I nodded and muttered in a low voice, "I've decided. There's nothing in this world worth holding onto anymore."

Three years ago, a car accident brought me into this world of werewolves.

The Moon Goddess told me that if I could win over the Alpha, Samson, and make him truly fall in love with me, I could return to my original world.

To reunite with my family as soon as possible, I studied everything about Samson—his likes and dislikes—and shamelessly pursued him.

No matter how distant he was, I stuck to him like gum on a shoe.

My persistence finally moved him. Once, I even risked my life to save his.

Eventually, he accepted my confession, and we got together.

At the height of our love, he swore to the moon itself that I would be the only one he loved in this lifetime, that he would never leave me.

I stupidly believed him.

As promised, he held a bonding ceremony with me.

For a while, I even entertained the idea of staying in this world. But just when I thought my mission was nearly complete, Leia appeared.

From then on, everything I had built over the years crumbled overnight.

On our anniversary, he secretly took Leia on vacation and lied about it being a business trip when I found out.

"Sharon, my relationship with her is just that of a boss and an employee, nothing more. Don't overthink it. As my Luna, you should behave more magnanimously," he said.

But later, I found Leia's lingerie in his car, along with private photos she sent me of the two of them tangled together in a hotel room.

That was when I realized I couldn't keep lying to myself.

When I confronted Samson with the evidence, guilt flickered across his face. He tried to explain, but before he could say a word, Leia burst into tears.

"I'm so sorry, Sharon! It's all my fault. I was drunk that night, and Samson was just being kind, walking me home. I mistook him for my ex and hugged him. He'd been drinking too, so it was only natural that he couldn't control himself."

Samson hesitated for a moment, but when he saw her tear-streaked face, he swallowed whatever defense he might have had and admitted it.

That was the moment I finally woke up.

It was time to leave. I had failed my mission.

Thankfully, the Moon Goddess granted me one last chance—if I died in this world, I could return home and be reunited with my family and friends.

I thought of Mom's steaming hot meals, of Dad's kind smile, and felt the stinging tears in my eyes.

There were still people who loved me, people who were waiting for me.

The longing to go home swelled inside me until it was unbearable.

Suddenly, it felt as though I had lost control of my body. I walked over to the dining table, picked up the silver knife meant for cutting food, and without a second's hesitation, I plunged it toward my neck.

"Sharon! What are you doing?"

Just as the blade pierced my skin, a familiar figure lunged forward and grabbed my arm.

However, it was too late. Warm blood streamed down my neck and splattered onto the floor.

Darkness closed in fast.

"Samson Holt, I don't want your love anymore. Let us consider the past three years of our relationship as nothing but a joke."

That was the final thought I had.