How could I possibly smell like Leo? We'd been together one time, days ago.
Oh.
The pup. He was smelling our pup on me.
I thought that was just old stories, that alphas could smell things like that. Certainly Alpha Arthur never showed that kind of awareness of his wolves. But Leo was a different kind of Alpha.
Eva glared at me behind Leo's back. I had to come up with an answer quickly.
“I, uh,” I scrambled for some kind of excuse. “The laundry!”
“Laundry?” Leo repeated, tilting his head slightly.
“Y-yeah. I gathered all the laundry. To wash.”
“So?” Leo asked.
“I dropped a basket and had to pick it all back up. It must have been yours,” I explained. “That must be how your scent got on me.”
I dared to glance up at Leo and froze at the disdainful sneer on his face. He didn't believ
