You watched as Eris danced with the Archeron sister, your fingers tightly gripping the wine glass you held. *You weren't jealous," you told yourself.

Meanwhile, Eris could feel some of your boiling feelings reaching him through the mating bond. The male did his best not to look in your direction, craving to see the look in your eyes as he danced with Nestha. He wasn't interested in her, no, that was just a matter of diplomacy. He'd never lust after her, he had you. His little jealous mate.