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Davos knew Bowen to the bone and he is sure he will not be able to resist Trin's allure. He does not want Sara to get a whiff of what the two may be doing. As promised to the alpha, he did mean to protect Sara, even against the alpha himself.

After the conversation with the alpha by the pool area, Davos proceeded to searched for Sara.

"Miss Sara, since you are free the entire day, would you like to visit the pack house?" Davos offered.

"Pappy! Yes, that would be great, Davos. Thank you. Let me get my shades and bag." Sara replied then hurried back to her room.

The Audi stopped at the main entrance of the Stone pack house. Mr. Martins came out to greet his grand daughter.

"Sara Angela, my precious girl!" Pappy greeted with open arms and Sara ran to embrace her Pappy.

"Hello there, old man." She teased.

"Old man? Me? " Pappy ride along.

"No, I meant Davos!" Sara joked. Pappy, Sara, and Davos laughed.

"Sara, you would not believe who is here having breakfast with me!" Pappy delightedly informed.

"Who, Pappy?" Sara asked with much excitement.

"None other than Alpha King Adar! Come quick, let me introduce you. We are like buddies now! Oh moon goddess can take me now. I am so happy!" Pappy chimed.

"Bite your tongue! The moon goddess is not taking anyone I love just yet." Sara rebuked.

Davos intervened. "Let us not keep the alpha king waiting," he said.

Sara was amazed at how grand the pack house is. The alpha's mansion is more modern but the pack house has its own traditional architectural charm. They found the alpha king still in the great dining hall talking to some warriors.

Davos started. "Alpha King Adar, what a pleasant surprise. You were just in a lengthy phone call with Alpha Bowen last night, and now here you are."

"Davos!" He greeted. His eyes immediately locked in on Sara's face.

"Ah, Bowen's potential mate. Am I right?" The king quipped.

Pappy stepped forward as he pulled Sara's arm. "King Adar, I am delighted to introduce to you my grand daughter, Sara. Sara, greet the alpha king."

"Your majesty, Alpha King Adar, it is indeed an honor to meet you. Thank you for being so patient and accommodating to my grand father. He could get overly excited at times. Forgive him if he is bothersome." Sara said.

"Hello, Sara, dear. The pleasure is all mine. And no, Mr. Martins is no bother at all. I honestly like talking to him. I now have another excuse to frequent Bowen's pack, this interesting old chap here and you, beautiful, Sara." The king shared.

Sara and Davos smiled as Pappy beamed.

"Where are my manners? Join me for breakfast. I insist. I have a feeling the four of us will have an interesting morning." The king added.

The conversation amongst the group was light and cordial. The king was observing Sara. In just a few minutes he has seen Sara being pleasant with the omegas. She holds herself with such regality that one would think she may be royal herself. The king grew fond of the Martins.

"I meant to give Miss Sara a tour of the pack house. Would you mind if we leave you for a while?" Davos injected.

"No, not at all. Mr. Martins and I will have a game of chess. But, Davos, return our dear Sara by lunch time. Let's have a lunch barbeque at the back garden. I am craving steak. Do you like steak, Sara?" The king asked.

"Yes, your majesty. I like steak. Thank you for the invite. Be gentle with my Pappy on your chess match, please." Sara requested with a smile. The gentlemen laughed.

Davos took Sara to see the kitchen first. They proceeded to the offices.

He just pointed Bowen's office but did not open the door anymore.

They toured the upper floors and checked one guest room.

Sara was impressed as to how quaint the accommodations are.

They proceeded to the back garden and lastly the garage.

It was already noon when they joined the king and Mr. Martins.

"There you are!" Pappy shouted while holding a tong behind the griller.

"Pappy, do not tire yourself. Let me help you." Sara jogged towards her Pappy, concern written all over her face.

An omega rushed to get the tong from Mr. Martins. The omega explained, "he said he will just flip the meat, Miss. I promise you, we did not let him toil on the cooking. I am very sorry." The omega pleaded.

"I understand." Sara offered a smile to the omega and joined the rest on the table.

"What an excellent mother you'll make, Sara. You are very caring and protective." The king commented.

Sara nodded her thanks.

The four shared a bountiful meal over a loud and happy conversation. Davos was surprised at how humorous Mr. Martin was and how the alpha king treated him like a long lost friend. Sara was having a marvelous time with the group.

Meanwhile Bowen felt uneasy as he could not stop thinking of Sara. He looked for her in the library and in the kitchen but she was not there. When he asked the guards, he was informed that Davos took her out somewhere.

This did not sit well with him. He felt a tad jealous, but it is Davos. Surely, he has no intentions to woo Sara. But still, Bowen's mind is tormented.

Bowen mind linked Davos. He then rushed to go to the pack house. He has time before the dinner with Trin, he thought.

When Bowen arrived at the pack house, it was as if the atmosphere there changed. The once, business like feel became a festive one, close to Christmas. The people were all cheerful and overly pleasant today.

Bowen was still in the lobby but he could already smell Sara. It got stronger, he noticed. When he neared the back garden the scent of wood and barbecue mixed with Sara's scent. Boisterous laughter could be heard as far as the garden entrance.

"What the hell?" Bowen voiced.

When he now had a good view of the garden. Five or six tables were set up on the lawn as people feasted and drank ale. Now he admits his jealousy when he saw the people in the biggest table having so much fun.

He was surprised to see Davos, Mr. Martin, and King Adar laughing and toasting their beer mugs. In their mids is the beautiful Sara. She looked so contented and gleeful. Her laughter floats in the air like a promise of a new and better day.

"What's this?" Bowen asked with authority. The group stopped laughing.

"Alpha Bowen, what great steak you have here...hick!" The tipsy king declared.

"Why was I not informed that the alpha king is here?" He sternly asked Davos.

"You were busy with your sexy nineteen year old date, alpha. You said you cannot be disturbed." Davos burped as he replied.

Pappy laughed and Sara hit his arm lightly.

Sara tried to stand but wobbled. Bowen was so ready to leap to catch her but she managed her footing.

"Hey! You cannot be here. It's against the rule. You should be with your other mate today. Go away, am sure the flirting between you two is not over yet....hick!" Sara demanded.

Again, that guilt feeling, Bowen recognized. Does Sara know? Did she hear us? Bowen cursed silently.

"Yeah, play by the rule, Bowen. The rule you made," the king seconded. "Miss Sara's company is ours for the day. What a delightful woman she is. Cheers!" The king raised his mug and everyone with mug shouted their cheer. Sara bowed three times, beaming like a child.

Bowen shook his head in disbelief. Werewolves has strong tolerance against alcohol and for them to get tipsy would mean they had been drinking for hours now. He looked at Sara whose nose is red already.

"Davos, I tasked you to watch Sara, not to get her drunk!" Bowen castigated.

"Whoa! Alpha B-bowen, listen here! I am not a child and I do not need watching! I am not drunk! No one here is really drunk! Now go away I said." Sara shooed Bowen.

"I am the alpha of this pack. You cannot tell me to go away!" Bowen took Sara's arm and then carried her bridal style.

"No! Party's not over yet! Put me down, gor-g-geous alpha!" Sara slurred.

"You are coming home with me. I will not entrust you to any man here, especially, a drunk Davos!" Bowen said angrily.

Bowen marched out with Sara in his arms who is starting to feel woozy.

"To the bride and groom!" Pappy shouted with raised mug.

"To the bride and groom!" The people echoed and then the boisterous laughter was back.