Are Aries Jealous Novels & Stories

He started to share the details despite his hesitation. ****************************** Lowell's POV The rain kept falling, and the sky was covered by rain clouds. I stayed at a distance, guarding Ari and the rest of the group. Even though I couldn't see the moon, I was sure it was a full moon. For some reason, I felt more agitated than usual because of it. Wolves can sense the changes of the moon, making us sensitive during the full moon. I felt extremely jealous while seeing Dillon hug Ari from the back. She looked flustered, but I don't have the right to pull him away from her.

The question was what level of jealousy was healthy and when did it cross the threshold into unhealthy? From where Kendra stood, Ari’s jealousy was in the unhealthy category. The woman was so green with jealousy that she questioned if, had the situation been reversed, Ari would have come to her aid. Something in her gut told her that, had she been the one to storm off in a jealous rage, Ari would have moved on and left her behind. Knowing that she was trained as a soldier since childhood, Kendra guessed that part of Ari’s actions would have been due to her training. Even so. The main reason would have been to get rid of her so that she no longer had to worry about Felix’s desires.

"I didn't mean to do that to her. I just.. I think my wolf.." "Hell nah!" Arya's scream resonated in my head. I gripped my head sharply. Ryan's brows raised in alert. I raised my hand. "I'm fine." "Fuck you." I cursed Arya. "My crush's listening. Don't make him think I'm so crazy psycho who's jealous of his first mate." "I'm not a crazy psycho and why wouldn't be jealous of her?" She shrugged. "Because unlike you, I don't mind sharing." I twisted my face in disgust. Hell nah. The idea of sharing with Gianna made me puke.

Mac I was still in a shitty mood from my ten hour flight. My wolf, Aries, absolutely hated being out of touch with solid ground and stuck in a metal contraption that was an airplane, soaring thousands of feet in the sky. Each time I had to take a flight, it was a constant battle of wills inside me, and even though I usually had my way, Aries never gave me a moment’s peace during the entire flight, making his displeasure known in my head until I was an irritable, miserable fuck by the time the plane landed.

"Zane is... passionate. But she drinks too much. And when she drinks, she gets paranoid." He looked up at me, flashing a weary, apologetic smile. It was the smile of a long-suffering victim. "She’s jealous," Mark added, shaking his head. "She sees a woman like you—powerful, beautiful, independent—and she feels threatened. She knows she’s not on your level, Aria. It’s sad, really." I felt bile rise in my throat.

He just made me so pissed. Although I have trust in Ares, especially the words that he told me last night. I have trust in him when he says he loves me. It's just that, I can't stop getting jealous and most especially when his ex-girlfriends were involved. Tears were about to fall from my eyes but I did my best to stop it. This isn't the perfect time for crying. I was about to enter the room when Ares arrived and stopped me from entering our room. He pinned me against the wall, hands were on both sides of my face.

Her back was on them as she fished out something from her bag. “Is that guy coming with you?” Tripp’s blood was boiling with anger, already breathing through his nose noisily as he tried hard not to pull Ari into his arms and kissed her hard to answer the doubt of that fucking peaches guy. Jealous rage was something foreign to him that he didn’t understand before. Now that he felt it, the feeling was awful, and he knew it would take time for him to be accustomed to it. He had to be so fucking dumb not to get that Ari was not into him.

She asked, turning to him, and Aries put his hand on the mirror behind her and sniffed. “I smell jealousy!” Veronica rolled her eyes at his comment. “I’m waiting outside!” he turned to walk out when he heard her. “Are you scared of what she might think?” Veronica arched an eyebrow. A Cheshire’s grin appeared on Aries’s face and he laughed, turning to her. “Nothing scares me, Cara Mia!” he walked back to her and looked into her eyes, his hand slowly snaking around her waist. “And if you want me to stay, admit you’re jealous of her!” he added, squeezing her breast with his other hand.

Instead, it sent a fresh rush of heat through my body. I stared at him, my breath coming fast. “You’re jealous,” I whispered. “That’s what this is about. You saw him with me and you lost it.” Adrian’s eyes darkened. His thumb brushed my bottom lip slowly. “Yes,” he admitted, voice rough. “I’m jealous. I don’t want his hands on you. I don’t want him looking at you. I don’t want him breathing the same air as you. I donʼt want him bringing you to a place like this. You’re mine, Aria. And I’m done pretending otherwise.”

Isolde explained, the tears still covering her rouged cheeks. "He's not cheating on you. There's not a girl out there who is worth even half of you. You're amazing, Isolde, and I know Adrian thinks so too." It wasn't all lies, Aria thought to herself. Isolde was amazing, that's where Aria’s jealousy had stemmed from when they'd been younger and even to this very day. Growing up, she'd aspired to be just like her best friend, have her life, have a family as loving as hers. But Celia was wrong; she'd never tried to steal anything from her. It had just happened. Her and Adrian, it had just happened, she convinced herself. But now she had to stop it from happening again and again and again for t