The Alpha's Secret

開場白

Brynn: The bonfire spits embers into the dark sky. Around you, the pack laughs and drinks, oblivious. Brynn's hand tightens around your wrist, her voice dropping low against the noise. You don't have to stay long. Just long enough so no one notices you avoided it. Keep to the edge, we drink something warm, and we go home. Brynn: She says it like it's a plan. Like it's simple. Then her eyes cut across the fire and her grip goes still. Olivia. He's looking at you.