Three Billionaire Alphas on Their Knees
That fragile composure shattered a minute later.
Toby, the pup from the nursery, trotted over with a cookie in his hand. He stopped beside Darcy, sniffed the air near her elbow twice, and scrunched up his round face in confusion.
"Miss Clark, why do you smell like Alpha now?"
Every fork at the table seemed to pause at once.
Toby, completely oblivious, tilted his head and pressed further. "Did you sleep in his room last night?"
Several people at the table pressed their lips together, shoulders shaking. Hyde buried his face behind his coffee cup, coughing.