Anna's POV
I barely manage to pull my dress down to my waist when the door bursts open. Alpha Dylan storms into the room like a hurricane, his eyes blazing with fury, lips pressed into a thin, hard line. His fists are trembling by his sides. He’s radiating anger, the kind that makes the air heavy and hard to breathe.
The sight of him takes me off guard, and my heart lurches in my chest.
Quickly, I yank my dress back up over my chest, trying to cover my breast. My insides twist, a mess of confusion and rising anger. Doesn’t he know how to knock?
Before I can even open my mouth to ask, he’s already in front of me, too close, too intense. He grabs my wrist, not hard enough to bruise, but firm enough to scare me.
“What did you tell Chris?” he demands.
I try to yank my hand away, but he
