Russell's POV
As dawn broke and the first light appeared, I maneuvered my wheelchair and pushed open the bedroom door.
As an Alpha, even in this seemingly peaceful moment of returning home, my keen senses allowed me to detect the unique scent of Zoey within the house.
In the quiet of the early morning, I silently went towards the bedside.
A sliver of weak light seeped through the narrow gap in the curtains, illuminating a slight bulge on the bed.
I recognized it at a glance—it was Zoey.
I had an extraordinary familiarity with her form, an instinctive mark of a werewolf for their mate.
When I passed by her bedroom just now, an intense longing swept over me like a tidal wave, the instinctive desire of a werewolf couple before reuniting after separation.
The lupine nature within me re
