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Bowen's POV

I held Sara in my arms inside the car. I could smell the liquor in her partly opened lips. Goddess, those lips. Why does Sara have this effect on me? She is fully clothed and unconscious and yet my body reacts as if she is naked and leading me on.

"Sara, Sara?" She really has passed out. I think I want to hurt Davos for letting Sara get this drunk! This vulnerable!

I felt robbed because the four were having so much fun and I was not even invited. Even the pack members present at the garden were having a joyous break.

And here I am dreading the dinner with Trin, later. I had enough of her seduction and obsession. It gets tiring, predictable even.

The silver lining is tomorrow, with Sara. I am eager to see how our day will turn out. I look at Sara's face. Beautiful. My brave one.

We have reached the mansion and I carried Sara out of the car and to her room. I called an omega to change her clothes and stand guard outside her room. I gave strict instructions that Sara cannot leave her room especially when she is drunk or tipsy.

I prepared for the dinner event with Trin. I wore a black suit. "This will do."

The patio was decked for this dinner. The event coordinator did a good job. It's a beautiful set up. Trin will love it.

And without further ado, Trin came. Her hair was curled then pinned into a bun, exposing her long neck and bare back. She is wearing a white halter evening gown.

I extended my hand to escort her to her chair. "You look divine." I said.

"You look gorgeous, yourself, Alpha Bowen." She returned.

Trin was quiet and demure throughout the dinner. Trin, not being too aggressive and obvious is a breath of fresh air. I find her charming tonight, actually.

I pushed back my chair and approached her.

"May I have this dance?" I invited.

"Yes, it will be my pleasure." She accepted.

A violinist played slow music from a distance giving us privacy. As I led Trin to a slow dance, I can smell her scent but not as strong as the scent of Sara. Hmmmm?

"I noticed you do not remove this bracelet." I pointed to her bangle.

"Yes, I do not. It is my lucky charm. My parents gave it to me when I was thirteen and told me never to remove it." She disclosed.

"It's pretty. I do hope it really gives you luck." I continued.

"What are you fond of doing? Hobbies?" I asked.

Trin was thinking as if the question was really hard to answer. "Uhmmm..."

"This is not a test, Trin. Relax, baby. I just want to get to know you better." I assured her.

"I like swimming."

"And?" I prodded some more.

"Uhmmm, I like buying clothes and going out on dates." She added.

"May I ask a personal question?"

"Yes, alpha, anything." She agreed.

"Was I the first man to touch you that intimately?"

"Of course not. I dated few guys before. I let them touch me but I fantasized that it was you touching me. My parents told me I need experience because men like you want a woman, not a girl." She shyly revealed.

Whoa! What now?

"Your parents encouraged you to sleep with males, to practice? Did I hear you correctly?" It was more of an expression of shock than a mere question.

Trin hesistated but confirmed, "yes."

"Why me?" I want to get to the bottom of this. Red flags everywhere.

"My parents and I think you are the best alpha there is. It will be an honor to belong to you," she said.

"Do you have other dreams aside from being my luna?"

"No. Only you." She confessed.

"What if I am not your mate?"

Trin let go and stepped back. Anger and pain were reflected in her eyes.

"You are my mate! There's nothing else for me but to be with you! I need you!" She looked sad and afraid now.

I held her arms. "Trin, are you scared of someone? Are your parents pressuring you about being my luna? Tell me the truth." I beseeched.

She looked down and tears start to flow. "I love you, Alpha Bowen. I do. But, yes, my parents will be very angry if I do not end up being the luna of this pack."

I never felt this raw pity for anyone. This poor girl! I embraced Trin as she sobbed.

I need Davos to investigate about Trin's parents. How could they do this to their own daughter? She was raised for only one purpose, and that is to ensnare me. How could they rob her of her life, of her innocence, her choice?

The things Trin revealed tonight made me understand her better. All the seduction and effort to win my heart were all programmed into her. She was made to believe that her life and worth revolve around winning me.

At this very moment, I believe with all my heart that Sara is my true mate.

However, Trin is innocent in all these. I do not think she has intentions to deceive me.

She was used by her parents! I owe it to her to protect her and save her from them.

I feel bad for Trin's real mate. She was basically brainwashed all these years.

Now, I truly feel guilty and disgusting for giving into my lust for this girl.

I led Trin back to the mansion. She was waiting for me to kiss her passionately but I could not bring myself to do so. She looked rejected and so I kissed her head.

"Goodnight, Trin. I had a wonderful night. Thank you." I bade.

"Goodnight, alpha." She sounds wounded.

I was about to go to my room when Davos opened the main door. He was singing and it was horrible! The hell?

"Be quiet, you drunk!" I commanded.

"Alpha Bowen! You took the luna from us. Bring back Miss Sara." He spoke aloud.

Here's another drunkard! I went to him and helped him walk. I supported his body with my shoulder. He spoke again, "did you fuck the temptress, alpha? You beast! I will go see Miss Sara in her room, if she's okay, you know."

"Shush or I will break you nose!" I threatened. He is like a crude teenager. But he did shut his mouth until I threw him on his bed.

As I closed Davos' door I rub my nape. "What a day." I concluded.

My wolf spoke to me and commanded me to see Sara. I was adamant to do so because I may not be able to keep my hands to myself. But my wolf was insistent.

"Fine!"

I went to her room and told the omega guarding her to return to the quarters. I decided to watch over Sara tonight. I do not trust a drunk Davos who clearly said he wanted to go to Sara's room.

The moon is the only light illuminating Sara's room. She is curled on the bed wearing black silk pajamas. I dare not come near her because surely I will want to touch her.

I settled on a settee near her bed. Sleep eluded me. The silence is deafening until I heard a faint wretched cry...

"Abby...no..."

I realized it was Sara who has spoken in her sleep.

Abby?

Who is Abby? I wonder.