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Sara was anxious to meet Alpha Bowen. She remembered her dream about the flowers, Bowen, and Trin.

It stirred mixed emotions she would not dare acknowledge.

In her mind the visit to Stone Pack will only last few days.

After her grandfather has met the alpha king he would soon miss his home and ask to return to Sapphire Pack the soonest. She wishes.

Bowen, indeed as Davos says, was already waiting for her. Sara could not help but admire how strikingly handsome the alpha is with just his long sleeved knitted sweatshirt and khaki pants. His scent dominates the mansion, the scent that made her excited suddenly.

Bowen waited for Sara's arrival with much anticipation. He decided to wear a casual attire to appear welcoming and somehow make up for how his wolf acted towards her the night of the everbright ball. He would like to clear that up when the topic comes up.

"Just to make it clear, I am not here on my own volition. I had no choice but to come since my grandfather is intent on coming here." Sara started.

Bowen furrowed his brows at Sara's statement.

By the way her eyes never left his as she spoke, Bowen could tell she was serious about it.

She looked beautiful in her business attire, though.

Bowen could tell she wants to convey formality and distance.

He is amazed at how much he wants to get closer to her.

His wolf is also pleased that she is near.

"My apologies for feeling being forced to come over. However, as my potential mate, I have every right to have you here in my pack lands, in my house, and soon on my bed." He will not bend to her standoffish attitude.

"Po-ten-tial! Which brings me, when can you tell who is your mate? Have you come up with a plan already?" Sara impatiently asked.

"Eager, I see!" Bowen teased as he smirked which he rarely does.

"That, I can agree with. Yes, eager indeed. Eager to leave this place!" She blurted out.

"Sara, please have a seat. Could I offer you coffee, tea, and bread? Davos informed me your breakfast was interrupted by his visit." He said casually but observing her every movement.

Sara did take a seat and accepted the breakfast because she is hungry. When the omega has laid the tray of food by the center table, Bowen came closer to pour her coffee.

Bowen handed her the cup and saucer and their fingers touched.

Both gasped at the same time with the shock and intensity of the spark made by their contact.

The cup trembled in his grasp, nearly spilling its contents but Bowen easily took control.

Sara felt the sudden urge to kiss Bowen to her horror.

Bowen felt the sudden urge to bed Sara. He forced himself to look away and took slow deep breaths.

"Thank you." Sara grunted and composed herself. "Have you had your breakfast? If not, please, do join me." Sara invited wanting to be civil and that was all.

"I would like that." Bowen was pleased with such simple gesture despite knowing it was him who invited first.

Sara and Bowen ate in silence, both stealing quick and bashful glances at one another. And then, Sara asked. "Alpha Bowen, may I know what you intend to do with the imposter mate of yours? Doing the Math here, I have 50-50 chances of being your mate or being the imposter."

"Are you my mate, Sara?" Bowen asked. He remembered the circumstances of how he asked the same question to Trin and felt a tinge of guilt.

"I am so tempted to say no I am not your mate because I do not want to be your mate and all.

However, saying no implies I am the imposter.

To be honest, I am not sure. I can smell you.

We have the spark. But that's it. If I am the imposter here, oh boy, believe me I am not aware! " Sara conveyed.

Bowen felt saddened and offended with her response but admired her frankness.

"You, not wanting a mate, is it just because of me or do you mean you do not want a mate in general?" Bowen dived deeper.

Sara was torn if she would give him the truth or not. Even before she could arrive at a decision an unpleasant shrill erupted.

"WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE!" Trin stormed in and was outraged. "Wow, what a cozy scene we got here! How was your breakfast?"

Sara lifted a brow. She can't decide which is more appalling, her childish outburst or her outfit. Sara shook her head as she absorbed Trin's outfit of the day. She wears a tight red tank top, a very short denim shorts, and furry boots . One-fourth of her butt cheek is showing already.

Bowen crossed his arms and allowed the events to play out, secretly enjoying Sara's reaction and amused at Trin's display of jealousy.

"Well? Cat got your tongue?" Trin directed at Sara, who was intent on ignoring her tantrums.

Trin accepting that Sara will not acknowledge her turned to Bowen. She mellowed her voice this time. "Alpha Bowen, I endured being away from you by being at the pack house. How come, this woman is here in your mansion? It's not fair." She pouted.

"Trin, come sit beside me." Bowen patted the couch. Trin beamed and dashed to sit beside him. Sara looked crossed. He smirked.

"Trin, I want you to move here in the mansion just like Sara.

I want to get to know you, ladies. This way the mate bond to my true mate will become stronger and evident.

I intend to call you two for a meeting later in the afternoon.

We have serious things to talk about. For now, I want you and Sara to relax and adjust to your new home. " Bowen announced.

"Oh, Alpha! Thank you." Trin smiled and gave Bowen a hug.

Sara stood and straightened her skirt. "Thank you for the breakfast. I wish to retire to my room now."

When Sara was led to her room she released her breath. She laid back on the bed. She is not liking how Trin's actions toward the alpha bother her. Why? She wonders.

"You do not want him. He is not your mate. Remember, Abby." She uttered to herself.

But what if he IS your mate? Deny all you want. You feel possessive over the alpha. Her wolf penetrated her thoughts saying things she would rather not hear. With focus, Sara was able to shut her wolf.

Then obnoxious knocks startled Sara! Sara sighed because it was no brainer who is behind the door.

Miss-pretty-who-wants-to-blow-the-alpha Trin, no doubt!