Competitive Mate

I saw them smiling at each other. Alpha Dior obviously enjoyed talking to her. I felt pain for an inexplicable reason, but I just ignored it. I was just so annoyed while watching them happily talking.

"I'll guess, You're the one who's jealous now," teased Martha.

"I'm not jealous!" I replied firmly.

"Really?" He asked teasingly.

"Really!" I answered annoyed.

"Okay fine, Just calm down," Martha said with a smile.

"It's you, you're so annoying. You're forcing me to be jealous even though I'm not," I replied.

"I'm not forcing you, you're just being defensive!" she said with a smile.

"I'm not defensive," I denied, and she just shook her head.

Alpha Dior looked at me, but I immediately looked away from him. I didn't want him to think that I had been looking at him. I saw Aryana also looking at me, and I wanted to tweak her at that time. My blood really warmed to her.

I saw Alpha Dior approaching us and Aryana followed as if she had become his tail. I sighed and prepared myself so