RAVEN POV
I didn't even have to turn to know who it was. That cocky, arrogant tone belonged to none other than Tyler—the resident psycho alpha with an obsession for violence and, unfortunately, for me.
Of course, the universe just couldn't resist stacking my problems on top of each other.
Great. Now I had two predators on my case.
I looked up to see him striding toward me, jaw clenched, eyes glowing faintly with suppressed rage. His posture screamed possessive alpha male in the most obnoxious way possible.
I wanted to groan, but I bit it back.
Tyler was glaring at Prince Henry like he wanted to tear him apart. I knew Tyler had a thing for me—or at least, that's what he kept trying to make everyone believe—but I never imagined he'd pull this kind of stunt at the summit. Seriously, I just wanted to survive the night without a scene.
But instead, Tyler was making things so much worse.
