Alfonso POV
As I make my way back to my room, I can't stop thinking about that pr*ck who put his hands on Gemma. Hearing her say she could let every man in that club touch her a** nearly had me murdering every man in there. It took all my control not to turn that place into a bloodbath. I don't understand why the thought of anyone putting their hands on her pisses me off so much. She doesn't belong to me.
If I didn't know any better, I would believe she was my fated beloved. I know she isn't of age yet, but I know she isn't mine. Even as I say it in my head, I know how ridiculous it is. She is meant to be the next Queen of Werewolves and I the next King of Vampires. The goddess would never join the two kingdoms. It would cause chaos between the two kinds. I push the thought away realizi
