All Chapters of Wolf Kiss: Alpha's Mate Is A Human: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Juniper cannot stop looking at her hands.It has been three hours since the giant black wolf vanished into the Iron-Wood, but her palms still feel like they are on fire. Not a painful fire, but a strange, electric hum that makes her heart race every time she thinks about it. "It was just a wolf, June," she mutters to herself. She is back inside her small apothecary shop, The Wildflower’s Cup. "A very big, very weirdly polite wolf."She tries to focus on her work. She is grinding dried lavender and valerian root for a customer’s sleep tincture, but her mind is a mess. The way that animal looked at her... it didn't feel like a beast looking at prey. It felt like someone looking home.The bell above the shop door jingles.Juniper looks up, expecting Mrs. Higgins from down the road. Instead, the air in the room seems to vanish.A man walks in. He is tall—easily six-foot-four—with shoulders so broad they seem to block out the afternoon sun streaming through the windows. He is wearing a da

Alaric is still holding her shoulders. His grip is steady, and the heat from his palms is seeping through her denim jacket."I'm not going anywhere with you," Juniper says, stepping back to break his hold. She tries to look brave, even though her knees are still shaking from the night before. "I appreciate you checking on me, Mr. Sterling, but I have a life here. I have a shop to run."Alaric’s jaw tightens so hard she hears his teeth grind. "Juniper, look at your door. Look at your greenhouse. You were almost killed last night.""By a stray animal!" she snaps. "I’ll call animal control. I’ll buy a better lock. I don't need to move into a stranger's house like a lost puppy."Alaric takes a step into her kitchen, his presence making the room feel tiny. He looks at the iron poker sitting on the counter. "You think animal control can handle what’s in these woods? You think a new lock will stop something that can rip a door off its hinges?""How do you even know about the door?" Juniper a

Juniper does not sleep.She sits on the edge of her bed all night, watching the door. Every time she hears a floorboard creak or a distant sound from the forest, she flinches.He is a wolf. The ones she's just read in books and watched in movies her entire life. The thoughts keeps looping in her brain. It explains everything. The speed, the strength, the way he knew her back door was broken. It even explains the strange "spark" she feels when he touches her. It isn't romance; it’s something primal.When the sun finally rises, the estate is quiet. Juniper stands up, her joints stiff. She doesn't feel like a guest anymore. She feels like bait.She unlocks her door and creeps down the hallway. She needs to find Alaric. She needs to hear him say it.She finds him in the large study on the main floor. The room smells of old books and woodsmoke. Alaric is sitting behind a heavy desk, staring at a map. He looks exhausted. His hair is messy, and there is a small, fresh scratch on his cheek.H

Three days passed quickly like a fever dream. Today, the night air is not just cold; it is sharp. It feels like tiny needles pressing against Juniper’s skin as she stands at the edge of the Iron-Wood.The boundary is marked by two massive stone pillars, ancient and jagged, like the teeth of a giant rising from the earth. Beyond them, the forest isn't just a collection of trees. It is a wall of ink-black shadows that seems to breathe. To any other human, this would be a place of death. To the wolves standing behind her, it is a sacred, bloody testing ground.Juniper adjusts the straps of her utility jacket. She feels the weight of the glass vials in her pockets—clinking softly, a fragile, glass-on-glass sound against the heavy, suffocating silence of the pack. She isn't wearing the silk dresses Alaric likes. She is wearing thick leggings, her sturdiest hiking boots, and a resolve that she didn't know she possessed until she met a man who could turn into a monster.Behind her, the entir

The infirmary in the Iron-Wood estate is not like a hospital. It is a large, sun-drenched room filled with the scent of dried herbs and clean linen. For the last two days, Juniper has done nothing but sleep and heal.Her arm is bandaged, and the scratches from the thorns are fading into thin pink lines. But the biggest change is inside her. Since she touched the Moon-Stone, the forest doesn't feel like a scary place anymore. When she looks out the window at the trees, she feels like they are whispering a welcome.The door creaks open. Alaric walks in, carrying a tray with a steaming cup of tea and a small bowl of soup. He isn't wearing a suit or a tactical vest. He is in a simple grey sweater, looking more relaxed than she has ever seen him."You're awake," he says, his voice like warm honey. He sets the tray down on the bedside table and sits on the edge of her mattress. "How do you feel?""Hungry," Juniper admits, sitting up. "And like I was tackled by a mountain.""You were tackled