The door swung open with a force that belied its weight, revealing Harry in a state I had never seen before. Fresh from what looked like a morning horse race, he stood shirtless in the doorway, his chest heaving slightly from exertion. Low-slung pants clung to his hips, and his skin glistened with a sheen of sweat that caught the morning light. The sight of him, so raw and primal, stirred something deep within me, a mixture of attraction and irritation that only fueled my anger.
For a moment, we stood frozen, our eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. Harry's gaze was intense, a storm of emotions swirling in their depths – concern, determination, and something darker, more possessive. I felt my wolf stir restlessly, responding to the alpha presence before me even as my human side bristl
