Iva barely slept that night.
When morning came, it did not feel like a new beginning, but like a verdict she was forced to face standing. Her body was heavy, her eyes burned, yet her mind was sharp with one clear decision.
I will talk to him.
Not later. Not after classes. Not when rumors had time to grow more claws.
Before classes.
Before fear could stop her.
As the school shuttle stopped and the doors opened, Iva stepped down onto the pavement, the cool morning air brushing against her skin. The campus was already alive with noise, laughter, and whispers. She spotted him instantly.
Nick.
He stood like he always did—at the center of attention, tall and confident, surrounded by his usual clique. His future beta leaned close, laughing loudly. Ella stood at his side, her hand resting
