#CHAPTER 75: Malo Fatialofa

Sarah POV I had never been what one would call “well traveled,” but I had been to a few besides my own and just recently been in Alpha Carlos Diaz’s territory, which included Los Angeles. However, nothing had prepared me for Alpha Malo’s idea of what a territory should be. First, we landed in what Travis explained was a private airport. It had a tower, a few hangars, and the kind of landing strip you’d find at an international hub. Two limousines met us as we walked down the stairs of Zane’s plane, and our security interacted with the betas who came out to sort our luggage. We were driven by a gamma down a private two-land road lined with swaying palm trees and lampposts whose bases were landscaped with flowers. We passed through a well-guarded gate, and after that I spotted a fenced-in giraffe eating leaves off tall trees. After that in their own habitats came zebras and monkeys, a white rhino, and leopards. As we neared a turn in the lane, I saw peacocks and parrots, and the