Anna's POV
What are you doing here? I ask, eyes wide, clutching my towel tighter around me.
Alpha Dylan stands in the doorway, mouth hanging open like he just walked into a forbidden place. “I’m sorry—I didn’t know you were naked. I mean—I didn’t know—I’m sorry…”
The words that fall from his mouth are complete crap.
“I’m not naked,” I cut him off sharply.
I have a towel wrapped around me. I’m not sure what part of that screams “naked” to him, but the way his eyes linger tells me everything I need to know. Just a few minutes ago, he was yelling at me, furious and full of rage—and now he’s suddenly in my room without knocking?
“Why are you here?” I ask again, sharper this time.
“I came to see you,” he says.
I almost laugh. “More like you came to apologize.” My voice drips with sarca
