Scarlett's POV
Leo didn't leave. Instead, he stepped closer, his chest nearly touching mine. He was vibrating with a dark, heavy energy. His eyes weren't human anymore; they were the glowing amber of a wolf that wanted to tear the world apart.
"I have a wife to keep up appearances," he growled, his voice dropping to a terrifyingly low pitch. "But your soul is tied to mine. Your scent is mine. And right now, all I smell is Leonard."
He reached out, his large hands grabbing my shoulders. He pushed me back against the door I had just locked. He pressed his face into the crook of my neck and let out a sound that was more of a snarl than a breath.
"I'm going to mark you and claim you as mine," he hissed. "Something I should have done a long time ago."
My eyes widened. He was losing it. Jealousy had snapped his mind. He started to pull at my robe, his movements rough and out of control. He wasn't seeing Scarlett; he was seeing something he thought he owned.
Slap!
