RAVEN POV:
When whoever‑the‑hell was passing by finally walked past the closet door and their footsteps faded, Tyler let out a breath like he had been the one in danger. As if he had heroically saved me from… standing in a closet.
The moment the hall was quiet again, he didn't even wait for me to say anything. No, of course not. Tyler never waits for anyone.
Instead, he grabbed my hand — not my wrist, not my sleeve like earlier — but my hand, fingers threaded like we were on some romantic stroll through a forest of delusions.
And just like that, the Alpha Sick-in-the-Head switched from dragging me like a kidnapping victim…
to holding me like we were couples‑matching hoodies away from announcing our relationship online.
I swear I could practically hear the fantasy playing in his mind.
The imaginary wedding bells.
The pack gossiping about "Alpha Tyler and Luna Raven."
The children. Gods, the children.
All of it flashing behind his eyes like a slideshow of brain rot.
