LILA'S POV
The car ride home is quiet.
Very quiet.
I sit in the backseat next to Wade, my hands folded in my lap, staring out the window at the passing streetlights while my brain replays every single moment of tonight on an endless loop.
Connor's face when Wade called me his mate. The shock. The rage. The way he stared at us the entire night like he was trying to set us on fire with his mind.
Alpha Douglas's approval. Ruth's kindness. The cameras. The questions.
Wade's hand on my ass.
My face heats up just thinking about it, and I risk a glance at Wade from the corner of my eye.
He's staring straight ahead with an unreadable expression, his jaw set in that way that makes him look like he's thinking about something heavy. One hand rests on his knee, the other loosely slung across
