Alpha Claude stood in the middle of the guest room naked as the day he was born. There was a frown on his face, and his nose was slightly scrunched up as he took a deep breath.
There was a sweet scent in the air; he could smell it as soon as he walked in. He could also smell the vile blonde, but it was fleeting, while the other scent seemed to be a part of the room, like the cleaning materials but distinct. Almost like it touched everything in the room.
He wiggled his nose and walked toward the bed. He could smell the sweet scent on the sheets, but the smell of fresh linen overpowered it. He was certain it wasn't just perfume he could smell.
"Alpha Claude," his personal servant called with worried eyes as he followed Claude to every corner of the room. "W-won't you put on some clothes, Alpha?"
Claude stopped walking. He was standing in front of the shelves because he thought the scent was stronger here, but alas, it was still stronger by the bed.
