LOGIN“I don't care if she’s human,” Alaric growled, his golden eyes flashing with a predatory light. “She is mine. And I will tear down anyone—wolf or man—who tries to take her.” Juniper didn't believe in monsters. As a simple herbalist living on the edge of the Iron-Wood, her biggest worry was making rent and keeping her plants alive. But when encounters a midnight-black wolf in the forest, her quiet life is shattered. Alaric Sterling is the Alpha of the Iron-Wood Pack. Cold, powerful, and under pressure to choose a high-ranking mate, he has spent years resisting the council’s demands. He didn’t want a political match. He wanted a miracle. He found it in Juniper. The problem? Juniper has no idea werewolves exist. To her, Alaric is just a mysterious, possessive stranger with eyes that seem to see right through her. One bond. Two different worlds. As rival packs scent a weakness and a jealous she-wolf plots her downfall, Juniper must decide: Can a human truly survive the kiss of a wolf? Or will the shadows of the Iron-Wood consume her?
View MoreTwo days later:The cabin smelled of cedar resin and the cold, sharp scent of mountain air. Outside, the Azure Peaks were jagged teeth against a purple sky, but inside, the fireplace was a hungry beast, devouring logs and casting flickering orange shadows against the walls.Alaric set the bags down with a heavy thud that seemed to echo the finality of their escape. He didn't turn the lights on. He didn't need to. His eyes, still shimmering with a faint amber glow from the adrenaline of the drive, tracked Juniper as she walked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows."You're shaking," Alaric said. His voice was a low rumble, vibrating through the quiet room.Juniper wrapped her arms around herself, staring at her reflection in the glass. She looked pale, her hair a wild tangle of copper and forest debris. "It’s just the cold. Or the silence. I think my ears are still ringing from the roots breaking through the gravel."She felt him move before she heard him. Alaric crossed the room with th
"Get inside, Juniper," Alaric growled again, his voice dropping into a register that vibrated in her very marrow. "The Council guards carry silver-tipped bolts. One stray shot and your blood will never clot. I cannot protect you if I am hunting them."Juniper didn't move. She felt a strange, humming vibration rising from the soles of her feet, traveling up through her legs and settling in the small of her back. It wasn't fear. It was a resonance. The "leaf" mark on her wrist was no longer just a design; it felt like a living coal pressed against her skin."They aren't just attacking us, Alaric," Juniper said, her voice eerily calm amidst the shouting below. "They are stepping on the roots. They are hurting the earth. Can’t you hear it?"Alaric glanced at her, his amber eyes wide with a flash of alarm. He didn't hear the earth; he heard the clicking of safeties being switched off and the heavy thud of combat boots.Below, Malakai stepped into the light of the main gate. He looked up at
Alaric drove the SUV through the service entrance, a dirt track obscured by overgrown brambles that only the Alpha knew. He didn't slow down for the gates. The engine roared, a low, predatory growl that matched the expression on his face. Beside him, Juniper sat with her hands clamped in her lap, her eyes fixed on the distant silhouette of the pack house.The "leaf" mark on her wrist was no longer pulsing. It had become a steady, burning brand of emerald light."Stay close to me," Alaric said, his voice dropping into that primal frequency that made the air vibrate. "Vesper, you take the east flank. If you see Vance, do not kill him. I want that honor myself."Vesper, sitting in the backseat with a jagged silver blade across her knees, gave a sharp, wolfish nod. "And the Council guards?""Break them," Alaric commanded.They ditched the car near the greenhouse and moved through the shadows. The estate felt wrong. The air was stagnant, and the usual sounds of the pack—the laughter from t
The black SUV screams down the winding mountain passes, the headlights cutting through the fog like twin blades. Alaric handles the vehicle with a grim, silent intensity, his knuckles white against the steering wheel."We aren't going home, are we?" Juniper asks, her voice barely a whisper over the roar of the engine."Not yet," Alaric rasps. He glances in the rearview mirror, checking for the tell-tale glow of Shadow-Fang headlights. "If we go back to the estate now, Silas will send the Council Enforcers to arrest me for 'kidnapping' a Council asset—you. I won't turn my home into a battlefield while my people are sleeping.""So we’re fugitives," Juniper says, a hollow laugh escaping her. "A few weeks ago, I was worried about a late shipment of lavender. Now I’m a 'Council asset'."Alaric reaches across the center console and grips her hand. The heat from his palm is a stark contrast to the freezing mountain air. "You are my mate. I don't care what title they give you. But we need a p






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