"If you jump, I'll jump with you!"
Florence's eyes stared coldly at Irene. She was serious; if her daughter was rebellious, she could prove to be more rebellious than her.
The snowy wind blew with more force, and each cold breeze kissed Irene's face. She had had enough of her mother. She wanted to be free and not controlled anymore. "You think you can control me forever?" Her voice roared with the wind as she yelled at her mother.
Meanwhile, somewhere on the same snowy mountain, a big alpha werewolf slept peacefully when suddenly the voices of Irene and her mother arguing echoed in his ears. Immediately, the sleeping alpha rose from his hibernating state, and his beautiful silver werewolf form began to transition into a very tall male with wavy dark hair that covered his face, leaving only space for him to see. "What's going on here? Let's check it out," Simeon said, grunting, then hopping up to the high mountain where Irene and her mother were still arguing.
"I told you no! I don't want to get married!" Irene was still talking to her mother when suddenly she felt a force pushing her down. The snow covered her and the executor of her accident.
Irene gritted her teeth and tried to get up, pushing the person that was on top of her. But as she tried to push the body away, it was as if the person was a magnet and just wouldn't get off. "Your scent," Simeon said, halfway before Irene knocked him down.
Finally on her toes, she could now see the stranger who had pushed her into the snow. He was really tall from her eye level and had a slight wing tattoo with a cross in the middle, adding mystery.
But she could not see his face clearly because his long, wavy locks covered it. Irene stood still, staring at the stranger before her; she was on her toes, trying to see his face, but she couldn't. Somehow, something in her heart told her that this person looked familiar, but she couldn't remember without seeing his face.
"You smell nice." Simeon moved forward and leaned into Irene's neck, taking a sniff. Instantly after that action, Irene stepped back with a frown. The strange tall man was acting like a creep, and she did not like it. Simeon saw her reaction; he did not feel offended, but a smirk, with meaning, crossed his face.
"Are you a werewolf?" Irene arched her brow, thinking of what to say. "Are you a werewolf or something?" she continued.
"Yes, I'm a werewolf," Simeon answered her and then moved closer to her. "You smell nice; maybe my mate?"
"Huh?"
"Irene, get away from him; he is dangerous." Miss Florence had already parked the helicopter aside and came beside her daughter, drawing her away from the stranger.
"You can't tell me what to do, mother. I don't obey you ever again." After saying that, Irene moved to the stranger's side, wrapping her slim hands around his hard chest and shoulders. The stranger might have been weird in sniffing her neck, but in this situation of trying to prove to her mother that she could not be controlled anymore, she chose to stand with the stranger.
"Irene, come back here," Florence ordered, moving forward to call her daughter back. Irene folded her arms and said, "No, I won't come. I bet that the guy standing beside me is of much better character than the one you chose for me."
"Everything I do for you is for your own good."
"Thanks, but no." Irene shook her head seriously. It was always the same words she heard from her mother.
"Then would you go on a date with him instead of the one I picked for you?" Florence said with a slight smile, but secretly, in her heart, she smiled. That's it. Dear child, fall into this trap that your mother has plotted for you.
"Yes, I prefer going on a date with him than anyone you chose for me." Irene responded with confidence, not thinking twice.
"Wow, dear, you are so obedient; happy going on a date with Simeon Kings." Florence grinned, looking back and forth between Simeon and Irene.
Simeon stood there, all confused. Was he the one the mother and daughter were talking about? Irene's temper was hot, and she was a feisty girl. He didn't mind finally getting to meet his said fiancé, and she smelled as sweet as fine wine.
"What the..." At that moment, Irene realized that she had been tricked by her mother; the stranger with long, dark locks was Simeon Kings, her chosen alpha. Now she had to go out with him.
"So you are Simeon, huh?" She tried to calm herself down, hoping to forget the shameful actions she had taken by jumping into his arms.
Simeon nodded at her question. "Yes, it's me. So are you a fangirl of mine?" He carried a cocky grin on his face as he leaned toward her.
"No," Irene took a step back, rejecting what he had just proclaimed. She wasn't the type of girl to go crazy over hot or handsome guys.
Simeon smiled; no female could resist him. What was so special about Irene that she thought she could resist him? She was even his fiancé. "Princess, seriously, don't you like my face and my eyes? Don't you like these lips?"
He said shamelessly, leaning toward her, their noses almost touching, as he showed her the beautiful things that made him Simeon Kings.
"Stop flirting with me. I know I'm not your type of girl, so it won't work." Irene believed he was flirting with her because look at her—all flat bust, no curves, and her hair was not blonde. The alpha was just joking with her. And the worst part was that he used tricks he had used on other girls on her. She hated this; she wasn't other girls, and she wasn't interested in him.