Chase Shaw's hand cupped Zoe Pierce's cheek.
The touch of his rough fingers against her soft skin instantly left Zoe Pierce speechless, her eyes fixed on him in a daze.
'I'm at a loss.'
Chase Shaw's tall frame completely blocked the light, casting a large shadow over her face.
In this atmosphere, Zoe Pierce's heart began to beat faster, as if she could sense something was about to happen.
'But... something feels off...'
'Because this is supposed to be Nathan Lockwood's time... right?'
The Alpha leaned down, his face drawing so close that Zoe Pierce could feel his breath on her skin.
Then, as if in slow motion, he whispered, "Zoe."
Zoe Pierce's hands clenched unconsciously, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly.
"Chase... shouldn't we..." 'We shouldn't be doing this...'
His lips captured hers, and something pried her teeth apart.
Zoe Pierce's body went rigid, her fingers instinctively clutching the front of Chase Shaw's shirt.
