Sophia’s POV
“I… I want to enter Apex Group’s international jewelry design competition,” I said. “I know registration is closed. But I want you to make an exception and give me a slot.”
If I could win those two million dollars, then even if the salvage plan went wrong, I’d still have backup money. A second chance. A lifeline I could actually hold.
And beyond Olivia… it had been my only dream.
When I first entered the werewolf academy, I’d been my mentor’s brightest design prodigy. A moonstone necklace I cut and polished with my own hands had even caused a stir in the elite circles.
But after I married Derek—after I tried to please that arrogant man, after I tried to become a “proper Alpha wife”—I’d buried my sketches and my talent in the trash with my own hands.
Now I wanted it back.
