“Home, sweet home,” Nathan inhales the fresh air deeply as he gets out of the car. He extends his hand; Julia accepts it, and he helps her out of the car.
“I’m going to miss the ocean view,” Julia pouts and Nathan pulls her closer.
“I’ll take you to the Caribbean for our honeymoon, promise,” he whispers as he kisses her neck.
“Please,” she rolls her eyes at him as she walks past him to the pack house. “You first have to ask my dad if you can marry me.”
“But why?” Nathan shouts devastated as he watches her walk away. “We’re mates.”
Julia does not reply, just straightens her back and keeps on walking. Shaking his head in disbelief, Nathan gets their luggage and makes his way to their room.
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