10. Rescue Your Bride.

JAMES.

"Son, what are you doing standing there? Follow your bride and bring her back home," my father yelled from the balcony where he had witnessed our childish drama.

I groaned with frustration. "Father, she left on her own accord, I didn't chase her away," I replied, hoping he would just say let her be. But he glared at me.

"James Black, go out there and bring back your bride," he said firmly.

I groaned louder. I couldn't stand this at all.

My father was so insistent on my union with the spoiled brat. My wolf joined in howling in my mind, begging me to chase after the woman who was meant to be our mate.

I clenched my jaw as I got out of my car and began tracking her intoxicating scent through the woods.

She spat out the words with venom, saying she would rather brave the dangers of the forest than be shackled to me. Well, the feeling was mutual.

I stayed far behind her, not wanting to startle her or let her know I was there. I just wanted to make sure she didn't get into trouble or