Elsa
Alpha Adam was determined to make the picnic happen. There was something almost boyish and unexpectedly romantic about him today.
It was as if he had finally let go of the tough exterior he usually wore like armor. His eyes were softer, more relaxed, and there was a hint of happiness there that I hadn’t seen before.
I had heard that he rarely smiled, but today, he had been smiling all day. I felt a warmth spread through me, knowing I had helped bring out this side of him.
“You’re going to love it there, Elsa,” he said confidently, his hands gripping the steering wheel as he drove us toward the picnic spot. His enthusiasm was contagious, and I found myself smiling back at him.
He started to say something else.
“Steph...” he began, but then he stopped abruptly. The mood in the
