Novel & Cerita Jealousy Chapter 3

I never thought that jealousy struck me this damn bad again. . c.m. louden

Without any hint of empathy, Cameron continued in a bratty tone, "Look at you. Luna Elena has already been your Luna for three years. Under the witness of the Moon Goddess, you and she are mates protected by the law. "Even if you hadn't initially been interested in her, you'd fallen for her later on. You both live together, so how could you still not have won her over? "You have the looks, a high social status, and are capable. You're flawless. How could she not like you? You must reflect on your shortcomings." He rambled on and on until Ethan turned around. Ethan was fuming, like a volcano ready to erupt. It was then that Cameron came to a realization and stopped talking.

He teased as I left the room, hearing a laugh when I closed the door. - End Of Chapter 37: Olivia & Jealousy -

Jealousy and doubt twisted in my chest while his parents and Missy gushed over her, amazed at how long it had been since they’d last seen her. Even as they sat side by side at the table, the way his eyes lingered on her, and the subtle way his body leaned just slightly in her direction, felt like a relentless drill. I could feel heat creeping up the back of my neck, my ears burning as if someone had whispered a forbidden secret. My fingers trembled under the table, betraying the jealousy that twisted like a snake in my chest, coiling tighter with each stolen glance between them. I bit my lip hard, trying to contain the fiery ache that curled inside me, like an unwelcome guest refusing to lea

I didn’t close her off in the link, only carefully walled away my own tension so she wouldn’t feel it. Since the days with Sheba, and that female’s betrayal, I had never really been the jealous type. I had never allowed myself to care enough for a female to feel threatened by her attention to another male. I was possessive as any Alpha would be where another wolf threatened to encroach on what was mine. I did not stand for the disrespect of it. But jealous? Envious? No. And yet… when I’d been certain Jesse was moving towards me from Maya’s, I hadn’t been able to resist leaving the ledgers and going to find her, a smile on my lips and visions in my head of enjoying my dessert—my mate—before t

His thumb lifted my chin. “Do you understand?” My heart was racing so fast it hurt. “Yes.” His eyes searched mine. “You will not let it happen again.” “I will not.” His jaw tightened. “And if it does, you will tell me immediately.” “I will.” Silence filled the room. Heavy. Thick. He looked around the space, then back at me. “You thought I was simply angry.” I said nothing. “You have not seen me angry.” A shiver moved through me. “But tonight,” he continued, “you will see what jealousy does to me.”

For a second, guilt punched through the jealousy. Because she was right. Every threat around her existed because of me. Still, possessiveness drowned everything else. “You don’t need him,” I said roughly. My hand slid slowly along her side, gripping her hip possessively. “You have me.” The air changed instantly. Tension exploded between us like gasoline catching fire. Elara’s breathing quickened. “So that’s what this is?” she whispered. “Jealousy?” I stared down at her. “No.” A pause. “Ownership.”

I shouted. And there it was again. This time I failed to hide it. Delusional jealousy took over when the image of other females being around him swelled to the point of unfamiliar obsession. Was this me now? Someone who acted irrationally and fanatically because the body got overflowed by weird stress hormones? "Are you jealous?" To my great horror, he noticed that too. "No." I lied. I lied tremendously. "Go away, Aiden. I have nothing to say to you."

The kind of ease that didn't come from nowhere and didn't belong to strangers who had only known each other for a few days. I hated it. I caught it happening twice in one day and both times I turned back to whatever was in front of me and told myself it meant nothing, that I was being ridiculous, that Ravin had never given me a single reason to feel this way and I needed to calm down and stop reading into things. By the third time I stopped telling myself that. The jealousy was sitting in my chest like something with teeth, quiet and persistent, and I didn't want to be the kind of person who acted on it without at least understanding what I was actually looking at.

Chemicals misfiring. Still … I’m craving something I’ve never even tasted. Then Chloe wedges herself between us like a badly timed commercial break. And there it is. Jealousy. Bright. Ugly. Green. Why? I have no claim. No right. No reason. But the fact that he’s not hers either sparks a vicious little smile I don’t bother hiding. “Come on, darling,” she coos, lashes fluttering, lips pursed into a blood-red heart. “The game’s about to start.”