Is it a possessive spirit?

Scarlett's POV

He raised my hand, held it up to his face, and stared intently at it, making me fear for my hand. I whimpered, and his head snapped back to me, silencing me immediately.

"She-wolf," he grumbled, looking back at me. People passed by, but they didn't seem to notice what was happening. It was good they hadn't; this wasn't Ryan—it was a dangerous beast talking to me. I feared it would snap if given too much attention, potentially harming everyone.

"Should I kill you?" He asked, and I frowned, my face paling.

I shook my head, trying to create some space, but he observed the distance I had made before looking back at me.

"You're a she-wolf; I wonder why I'm still keeping you. Is it because of this?" He asked, and suddenly touched my belly. I tightened my lips into a thin line, resisting the urge to scream in fear.

I used all my willpower to refrain from flinching, just as the gamma had said.

I felt his hand under my hoodie as he caressed my bare stomach, and I shivered in fea