After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 101

I turned around, meeting his annoyed gaze. “Why are you here, Ryan?”

He ignored my question, staring me down with an odd mix of jealousy and annoyance.

“If you need help with your studies, why not ask me? My grades are a lot better than his.”

Ryan’s possessiveness was glaringly obvious, as if he didn’t want anyone else near me. But he seemed to forget that this wasn’t his home, nor his decision.

Before I could respond, Lirian stepped forward, his voice calm yet firm. “Actually, I’m Sophia’s fiancé. So there’s no need for an outsider’s help,” he said pointedly, emphasizing the word “outsider.”

The word hung heavy In the air, and I felt a flicker of shock. Fiancé? I stared at Lirian, surprised. He had never mentioned anything like this before.

Lirian looked at me, a faint smile playing on his lips. I had thought he was only stepping in to support me, but when he called me his fiancée, I found myself nodding, almost out of instinct.

My fingers slipped into his hand, and I felt an unsteady warmth as I tightened my grip.

Ryan’s face fell as he watched us, disbelief flashing in his eyes. Hearing the word *fiancée* from Lirian’s mouth seemed to solidify something for him—something he had lost without even realizing it.

The weight of his defeat hung in the air between us, thick and undeniable. I could see the hurt in his eyes as he processed Lirian’s words, and yet, there was something more—resentment, burning quietly beneath the surface.

Hearing Lirian say the words fiancée with a straight face, Ryan knew he had lost.

He knew very well that he had never gained the approval of Ethan or Moonshadow, but had merely appeared at just the right time when I was at my most vulnerable.

But he'd always been jealous of Lirian, and he'd cursed with me many times about how Lirian was just a pariah who'd grown up in the slums.

And now that I, whom he had already been high on, had become Lirian's fiancée, it must have been very painful for Ryan.

Lirian’s hand tensed around mine, but he held his ground, stepping forward slightly to shield me from Ryan’s glare. His voice was calm, but the steel behind it was unmistakable.

"You might remember me," he said, voice unwavering, "we’ve crossed paths before. I’m Lirian of the Iron Claw Pack, the same Lirian who defeated you on the court last month."

Ryan’s expression hardened, clearly recalling their earlier run-ins on the field. He straightened his back, forcing a smug expression. "Ryan," he replied, dismissively. "And yes, I heard you were… engaged.