Jealousy

TABITHA POV

Brown hair, brown eyes, slim and petite. Her coloring and personality are as warm as the sun, but give you the feeling of fall. She isn't 5' 10" blonde with blue eyes and a full figure. She is everything I'm not actually. Everything that I can't be and my mate loves her.

"Tabitha," Sam says loudly, cutting into my staring.

My eyes snap to her perplexed face, and I swallow as my emotions continue to rage.

"Sorry. I was lost in thought," I say with a fake chuckle.

Her eyebrows furrow and I swallow nervously.

"I'll say, you were growling under your breath. Are you okay," Samantha asks, and my eyes widen for a split second.

I didn't realize I was making a noise, but it makes sense. My emotions are out of control at the moment and I haven't even confirmed if my mate is indeed Stanley.

Samantha glances at Lauren, who is holding her son and speaking to her mate by the barn, before looking at me strangely.

"Are you upset with Lauren about something," Sam asks