Alpha Ren
This isn’t Ren, and what Chase has done in this body isn’t Ren’s fault, either.
“Ah yes, of course,” he says, the delight in his eyes almost feline. “The girl who sticks her hands down Alpha’s pants. Am I next?”
I grit my teeth. “I was working.”
“That’s one word for it,” Chase muses, moving across the room. I watch him walk across the room, taking off the dark jacket Ren had been wearing before pushing the sleeves of the tunic up his arms. Slowly he is transforming in Chase right in front of me. Aside from his physical attributes, it’s almost impossible to see Chase as Ren now.