Bab 74: The execution

Drake's POV:

After making sure Leila was presentable, I opened the door. Despite our best efforts to appear composed, any wolf walking in would definitely catch the scent of sex still lingering in the air. Lucas, of course, was no exception. The second he stepped inside, I saw it—the slight flush of his cheeks, the way his eyes darted anywhere but at me. He cleared his throat, awkwardly adjusting his posture as if that would help him regain some semblance of professionalism.

Behind me, I heard Leila giggle softly. She found Lucas's embarrassment amusing, and honestly, I couldn't blame her. It was hard not to find humor in the situation—him trying so hard to act composed while struggling with the unmistakable scent of our earlier activities.