A little Jealous

VALENCIA'S POV

"Leave my hand," I said to the girl when she held my hand again, glaring at the place she was gripping before looking back into her eyes.

I was having a pleasant time, but of course, the moon goddess had to send a bitch my way to ruin my mood and remind me why I stay like how I am.

"How dare you ask me to leave your hand? Do you even know who I am? Wait. Don't tell me you got into the place sneakily. A person with no smell and -" She paused, still contemplating if I was a werewolf, and I suppressed the urge to scoff in her face.

Tilting my head and squinting my brows, I looked at her from head to toe before grabbing her hand, which was grabbing my elbow.

"When I say you leave my hand, you do exactly what I tell you. I don't like strangers touching me, and as to who I am, why don't you wait for your alpha?" I asked, clearly telling her I was a werewolf and not a human that she was being cautious of.