Aria's POV
My eyebrow lowered and pulled closer together with my lips stretched outwards in anger as I stared at my so-called mate standing in front of me.
I was happy when he entered but the scent all over him disgusts me and makes me want to throw up the little food that I have managed to eat.
My nose was scrunched in distaste as my whole attention was fixed on the clothes that he was putting on.
He c***k his eye at me in a questionable manner as he doesn't understand my sudden anger.
"Who is the owner of these clothes?" I don't know but the scent doesn't smell like a friendly one.
I watched his eyes glaze thoughtfully before a taunting smug appeared on his lips.
"You're jealous," He teased.
"Answer my damn question!!" The inner corners of my eyebrow were angled
