Zoey's POV
Russell raised an eyebrow, saying goodbye. He then turned off the camera, closed his laptop, and pushed it aside.
"Made me a sandwich?" Russell looked at me with deep eyes.
His gaze was filled with a unique sense of possession and intense emotion.
I placed the tray in front of him and sat on his lap.
As his mate, this kind of intimate contact filled my heart with peace.
I asked, "Try some?"
Russell took a bite of the sandwich and said, "Delicious."
In no time, he finished it.
I asked, "Are you full?"
Russell's hand caressed my waist as he said, "What if I'm not full?"
"I can make you more," I said, preparing to get up.
But Russell's hands tightly held my waist, showing the strong possessiveness of a werewolf, "I don't want to eat anymore."
I looked at his handsome f
