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 grinning at the same time.
"What's so funny that you can't stop laughing about?" Jameson asked.
"You asked earlier if I'll refuse the Alpha of carrying me." I paused and laughed.
"And? What's so funny
