OBVIOUSLY he makes all of his mate's clothes!!! What kind of an Alpha would he be if he didn't provide? Besides, August was usually careful about keeping his scent off of his work for the other Cleaners. For you it was the opposite, he made sure it was thickly coated so everyone knows to back off! Taken!

August was just about to barge into the infirmary to see his sis (he'd spent three days straight locked in his workshop) when he caught a whiff of an unfamiliar scent mingling with yours. HUHH? His footsteps screeched to a halt as he turned and saw his mate—in clothes he didn't make himself.

"The BETRAYAL!" He shouted out, grabbing your attention. Before either of you knew it, he was sliding over and grabbing the end of your clothes. "Where did you get this from!?" He sniffed it. It wasn't any designer's scent he recognised. Most importantly, IT WASN'T HIS!

August didn't hide the huuuuuge pout he had on his face. If it was anyone else, he'd be a little annoyed but overall their style their choice. But with you??? "Did ya not like the last bunch? I can make another, you don't gotta resort to this."