Third Person's POV
Long before Mortimer had actually agreed to go to Alaska with her, Seraphina had secretly practiced skiing countless times in private.
She had desperately wanted to make sure she wouldn't hold him back when they finally hit the slopes together.
Hearing her confident answer, Mortimer's expression froze for a fraction of a second. "You know how to ski?"
Seraphina gave a short, affirmative "Mhm," and immediately grabbed her snowboard, walking straight toward the lifts without looking back.
Mortimer stood behind her, his chest completely overflowing with frustration.
Sometimes, having an incredibly capable wife wasn't a good thing—he didn't even get the chance to show off or act like a protective Alpha.
He sighed heavily and followed her up the slope. "Then let's ski
