Alpha Darius’ POV
My body was still burning, still coming down from the high of f*****g Clara until she screamed my name. Her scent was everywhere—on my skin, my clothes, in the air. No wolf with a functioning nose would miss it.
I adjusted my stance as Luka pushed the door open, positioning myself to block his direct view of the desk. My shirt clung to my back, damp with sweat. I could still feel her on me, around me, her taste lingering on my tongue.
Luka stepped into the office, a folder clutched in his hand.
His nostrils flared slightly as the door swung shut behind him. There was no missing the moment he caught Clara's scent—the slight widening of his eyes, the momentary freeze in his step.
To his credit, his expression remained neutral, professional.
"The border patrol report
