After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 44

Ryan glanced toward Lirian, who stood tall and calm, exuding confidence.

Ryan’s jealousy was now palpable, almost radiating off him. His face flushed with a mix of anger and envy as he saw Lirian, and I could tell that the mere presence of someone like him gnawed at Ryan’s pride.

He tried to mask it, but the bitterness was too raw, too visible.

"Sophia," Ryan muttered in a low, condescending voice. "Since you've done something wrong, just admit your mistake and apologise, there's no need to make a scene like this ......" His words were laced with thinly veiled contempt, trying to maintain his control over the situation.

I turned to him, my eyes cold.

"Enough," I interrupted sharply. "It’s not your place to speak here."

Ryan’s eyes widened in shock.

For a moment, he seemed too stunned to respond.

My words had hit him squarely in his ego, and I could see the flicker of disbelief and anger dance across his face.

His lips twitched, wanting to fire back, but he held himself in check, at least for now.

In his previous life, Ryan had despised Lirian with a burning intensity. It was as if they were destined to be enemies from the moment they first met.

Ryan used to tell me, with his voice dripping in scorn, that Lirian was just a "wild seed from the slums." He never missed an opportunity to remind me that Lirian, no matter how skilled or smart he was, could only ever dream of becoming a Beta at best.

Ryan, on the other hand, prided himself on his so-called superior lineage—he was, after all, the illegitimate son of an Alpha.

Back then, I used to indulge his arrogance, shielding his fragile ego, but not anymore.

I couldn’t help the sneer that tugged at my lips as I thought about how Ryan would always rail against those with higher status, claiming that if he had been born into a different family, he would be the best of them all.

Yet, when he was around people of lower status, he looked down on them, smug in his belief that his partial bloodline made him superior.

Now, Arman also stood there, a mix of anger and helplessness on his face, his pride wounded and exposed.