Alpha Jackson and His Human Mate

I was enjoying the morning in my tiny house. I was drinking coffee and finally, finally feeling like I could breathe. The day was sunny and beautiful and the smell from my open window that was behind the small sofa built into the wall of my tiny home was sweet and addicting. I stood in the middle of the room and sipped my coffee, still in my tank top and pj bottoms from the night before, my long auburn hair fell down my back in waves and I tried to shove it out of my face and push it behind my ears to keep it out of my blue eyes.

This was where I had always dreamed of being. Ever since I was a little girl. I finally had the tiny home and property I had always wanted. A place to stay in solitude and keep everyone away. My studio, that I had built alongside my tiny home, was filled with paintings and drawings that had helped to bring me this paradise. I had only sold a couple, but it was enough to buy my tiny slice of heaven. My property was surrounded by forest on all sides with only a dirt road that, unless someone knew exactly where it was could easily be missed. She loved that about this place. A private place that was hidden away from the rest of the world.

I walked out onto my little porch and sat on the porch swing that hung suspended to the left of my front door. This was my favorite time of the day here. I would sit and watch all the animals in the forest and breathe in the heady scent of the trees, moss, roots, and whatever animals were there. I had seen a few wolves here and there, one quite large and black. I had seen him from a distance. What was odd about him was how he would stand at the edge of the forest where her property line met up with the trees and just watch her. The first few times she was a little startled, but after a while she just accepted that this was his home and she made an effort to relax when he was there and just go about her morning ritual of drinking her coffee and llistening to the sounds. Every once in a while she would glance up at him and give him a small smile to let him know that she was okay with him being there. He always felt strangely comforting to her. She did not fear this wolf, even though he was quite large in comparison to other wolves she had seen. She almost got the sense that he was standing guard for her, or protecting her from something she didn't know what out there.

This morning she was surprised not to see him in his usual spot. She didn't know why her stomach twisted in bitter diapointment. He was just a wolf, he'd be back again. She sat back on the swing and pushed herself into a gentle rocking motion while sipping her coffee. She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. She leaned her head back and breathed deeply.

Suddenly she was hit with the most delicious scent. She couldn't place it. Almost like chocolate, but some lavender and musky scent with it.

But suddenly her eyes flew open as something sniffed her face.

"What the hell?!" She screeched and jumped up, dumping her coffee mug on the porch, spilling the contents.

She was staring straight into the eyes of the black wolf.