Ivy's Pov.
The moment his eyes met mine across the court, I knew he was watching again. He always did. Quietly. From the shadows. I used to think it was annoying—paranoid, even—but now, it feels different. It feels like something deeper is hiding behind those guarded stares. Something even he doesn’t want to admit.
I pretended not to notice him and kept moving, trying to stay focused on the task in front of me. There were still bruises on my wrists from yesterday’s training session with Victor. He didn’t hold back—not that I wanted him to. I needed the pain. It reminded me I was still here, still fighting. Still proving myself.
This pack didn’t want me here.
Not really.
To them, I was still the outsider. The daughter of a man they all hated. The bloodline they feared might ruin everyt
