Animalistic

"Insolent omega" he growls out and then pulls on my card pinned to my dress to get a better look at it, expression unreadable. I reach to flick his hand away but he growls and my hand retreats back to my side. "Jasabell." He whispers in his gravelly, tone making it even harder to understand him.

"Unhand me." I say strongly, trying to keep my voice from shattering.

Looking back at me with that unreadable expression he lets go then says "You should get used to my touch." Then turns and disappears into the crowd as I stand there, perplexed. What the hell did he mean?