Leowulf's memory isn't filled with the thought of the lady he met four days ago. In the past days, the only time he remembers her is during conversations with his mother. She had been the one talking about bringing home the perfect lady. She supports what Asark's culture stated. The ultimate Alpha will only marry a woman who wasn't influenced by the title. It doesn't matter if the ultimate Alpha loves her or not. Culture is culture. It must be obeyed.
Leowulf knows this. But there's something he knows better. He is himself and deep in himself is the love for fun. He is going to have fun and be happy. Toy around as much as he can. And when the real time comes for him to take up the mantle of leadership, then he would stop.
