Lola’s POV
I never stopped thinking about what should have been mine. From the moment I stepped into Cyril’s pack house, I knew exactly why I was there. I wasn’t there to act like a loving foster sister. I wasn’t there to watch Ella parade around in the place that was meant for me. I came to take back what I lost, and nothing was going to stop me.
For years, I told myself it didn’t matter. Cyril had no real need for a wife anyway. The curse had made it impossible for Alphas and Betas to have children. That curse destroyed my chance of securing him as mine completely. But when Dr. Harte announced the cure, and word spread that heirs could now be born, I felt something in me come alive again. I saw an opening.
This was my chance. The moment I had been waiting for. Cyril needed a Luna who
