Avery's POV

He took my hand, noticing that I couldn't match up with his pace.

He stopped for a second and picked me up from the ground, running towards the direction of the sea.

"Ohh... Jameson. Stop it already," I said, giggling and laughing at the same time.

"Stop what? I want to carry you, Avery. Will you refuse the alpha of that?" Jameson asked, and I narrowed my eyes.

After a lot of protesting, he dropped me down. I bit my lips and straightened my dress.

"Thank you!" I said with an accent.

I stood there and watched the sea waves; I was mesmerized. I couldn't stop laughing and...