Giving Me the Cold Shoulder? The Grave Is Even Colder
Three months into the silent treatment from my Alpha mate, Samson Holt, he holds a grand ceremony befitting of a Luna for the return of his beloved Leia Harton.
Because of this, I—the real Luna—am now the laughing stock of the entire pack.
"Sharon's just an orphan wolf with no real lineage. How could someone like her be our Luna?"
"Exactly! Leia's the one who truly deserves to stand beside the Alpha."
Ignoring them, I take up a silver blade and slash it hard across my throat.
They never knew that I wasn't truly one of them. I wasn't a wolf at all, but a human from another world.
And the Moon Goddess just told me that if I die in this world, I can finally go home and reunite with my family.