Brielle
Word spread faster than I thought it would.
By dinner that evening, three different people had mentioned it to me, all with the same fake casual voice, like they weren't dying to know the details. They'd seen me talking to the Alpha King. Twice. Alone. For a long time.
"So," one girl from one of the eastern packs said, sliding onto the bench across from me with her tray, "you and the King, huh?"
"There's no me and the King," I said without bothering to look up from my food.
"That's not what it looked like this morning."
"Then your eyes were lying to you."
She laughed like I'd made a joke, but she didn't push further. Statements like that didn't need pushing. It just needed time to spread on its own, and it was already doing that job just fine.
Sena said nothing at all, whic
