Cassius's POV
Jemma snored softly in my arms as I carried her towards the palace. After we walked away from Tiffany and her mate, Jemma got tired, and I picked her up bridal style. She fell asleep almost immediately. Her head was cradled against my shoulder. Palace guards bowed and opened the door for me as I entered. As I headed towards the elevators, I met up with my father, Jemma's father, and Alpha Peterson. They were all laughing and appeared intoxicated.
"Hey, son," My father stumbled towards me.
"What did you do to my daughter?" Phil slurred at me.
I shook my head. "She's just tired, Phil."
Jemma let out a snore and shifted.
"She's kind of cute when she's asleep," My father laughed.
Phil slapped my father's shoulder. "Shut up, Terry. Jemma is always cute," He
