Three Alphas’ Regret After I Died
At his Alpha succession ceremony, Damien seated his childhood sweetheart in the Luna's chair, then dropped a mate bond severance agreement in front of me.
“Once the bond's dissolved, I'll give you money. Enough to live comfortably for the rest of your life. One condition: stay away from Serena.”
I signed without hesitation but I didn't take a cent.
“Don't worry. I'll disappear from your lives for good.”
That night I went home, took out the silver knife I'd already prepared, and dragged it across my wrist.
Twenty-five years ago I'd crossed into this world of werewolves. For twenty-five years I'd worked to win over three protagonists, and every last attempt had failed.
The Moon Goddess had told me: once this body died, I could go home, back to my parents.
I lay on the cold floor and waited for the end. As my mind went hazy, I felt no fear, only a strange, giddy relief.
And right as I was slipping away, I thought I heard someone screaming my name.