Zoey's POV
I knew Russell was pretending to be disabled, and sharing a room with him would definitely cause him a lot of inconvenience.
After all, in the werewolf world, Alphas always have their own secrets, just as I have mines.
I understood his pretense and didn't say much, just cooperating with him.
Since Russell needed a wheelchair to move around, the villa had an elevator.
The master bedroom was on the third floor, and I pushed him into the room.
As soon as we entered, I was greeted by a cold, monochrome style of black, white, and gray. Whether it was the decor or the items and supplies in the room, everything was simple yet luxurious.
There were handles installed on the walls, and the tables and chairs had no sharp edges, all to prevent bumps and bruises.
All these arrangemen
