I Refuse to Be His Luna :The Alpha’s Late Regret
A news alert lit up my phone: [Silver Moon Alpha & Pure-Blood Heiress Chloe: Old Flame Burns Brighter Than Ever].
In the photo, they were nestled closely together, their smiles painfully bright.
My grandmother's hand slipped from mine.
"Evelyn, you have to be happy..."
Her breathing stopped.
"Grandma—" A desperate wail tore from my lungs. Something inside me, along with the warmth of my grandmother's body, died forever.
And even as she died, she was still worried about my future with him.
I lowered my head, whispering to her still, cold body, "Grandma, I refuse to be his Luna."