Cyril’s POV
I kept looking at Ella. She looked broken, her eyes heavy with tears. Her whole face showed sadness. She looked as if she could not believe what was happening, and it hit me harder than I expected. She was not happy that her sister had offered to replace her. She looked destroyed by it.
I told myself I did not care. I tried to keep that thought steady in my head. I tried to think of her the way I thought of her sister, just a body that could give me children. But the truth was different. My wolf would not accept it. It never did when it came to her.
Since the day she entered my life, nothing had been the same. I had told myself I could treat her like anyone else, that she was only here because it was arranged. But every time I hurt her with my silence or my coldness, I felt
