ALEKSANDER'S POV.
Thinking about Rhea with another man was bad, but seeing another man putting his hands on her was dangerous. The rage I felt few days ago couldn't compare to the murderous intent I was radiating on the dancefloor.
When my hand was so close to that man's neck, I didn't want to let him go. I wanted to squeeze until I watched the moment the life faded from his eyes. And i could have done it. God! Saved me. I would have killed the son of a b***h. Right there in the middle of the crowd, I wanted to wring the life out of that mother-fucker just for touching Rhea.
Rhea was mine and no one had the right to lay a finger on her divine body.
He could have hurt her, and I wasn't at her side to protect her. The fear in her eyes was a driving force pushing me into action. I didn't
