Chase Winters

In the moonlit ballroom, Chase Winters, the alpha wolf with a frosty exterior, spotted her—his mate dressed in a maids uniform. Confusion warred with desire as he struggled to reconcile the sight before him, uncertain if her attire masked her true identity. Yet, even in the humble guise of a servant, her beauty shone like a beacon in the dimly lit hall. Her eyes, pools of liquid amber, held a hint of mischief beneath their demure facade, and her cascading curls framed a face that exuded an ethereal allure. Anger surged within him at the deception, yet beneath the fury, a flicker of longing stirred, reminding him of the undeniable pull between them. With clenched fists and a heart heavy with uncertainty, he approached, knowing that fate had played a cruel hand in bringing them together.