(Ava’s POV)
I dragged myself into the training yard with Emily, still reeling from everything that has been happening recently. The cool morning air did little to steady my racing thoughts. As I laced up my training gloves, I couldn’t help but notice how hard it was to focus on the drills.
Every time I raised my hand, every time I took a stance, my mind drifted to Dominic. His face, his voice, the way he’d looked at me—especially that moment when he called me weak and told me to get that omega stench out of my body—it all kept playing over and over.
Emily noticed my distant gaze almost immediately. “Ava, are you even listening?” she asked, her tone laced with gentle reproach.
I shook my head, trying to force my focus back onto the task at hand. “I’m sorry, Emily. I’m just… I can’t see
