As they placed their luggage near the entrance, a familiar SUV pulled up the gravel driveway. Alpha Giovanni stepped out, his imposing figure clad in a casual yet authoritative ensemble. His sharp eyes sparkled with mischief as he approached the couple.
“Well, well,” Giovanni began, his lips curling into a teasing grin. “Did the lovebirds manage to relax, or do you need another week?”
Bella and Asher both blushed furiously, exchanging embarrassed glances as Giovanni’s laughter echoed around them.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Giovanni said, clapping Asher on the back. “Come on, let’s head back to the pack. We’ve prepared a proper farewell lunch for you two.”
They loaded their bags into the SUV and set off toward Giovanni’s Pack House, the ride filled with lighthearted banter. The countrys
