Justine A

When Elara’s world crumbled, she left everything behind. She had been betrayed by love, abandoned by her pack, and shattered by loss. One reckless night in Europe was supposed to help her forget. A s*xy stranger, stolen kisses, and unexpected passion changed everything. By morning, she was gone. Weeks later, Elara discovered that the night had left her with a surprise she never expected. Years later, Elara is a devoted single mother who writes for a living. When she finally returns to her old pack, she expects painful memories and awkward reunions. She does not expect to walk straight into the wedding of the century. The Alpha King’s wedding. Then the groom turns toward her. Their eyes meet, and one possessive growl brings the entire ceremony to a halt. “Mine.” Oh. Crap. Then he notices the toddler standing beside her and growls again. “My pup.” With the royal wedding in ruins and long buried secrets coming to light, Elara finds herself caught between the past she escaped and the powerful mate who refuses to let her go. Weddings, werewolves, jealous exes, pack politics, awkward family dinners, steamy revenge kisses, and fated mate chaos collide in this emotional and heartwarming story about second chances, found family, and unexpected love. Formerly known as *Fated and Knocked Up by the Alpha King*.

“You’re staring again,” Elian murmured, lounging like sin draped in silk. “Either undress me with your hands or stop being a coward.” Kai didn’t look away. “I’m assessing the threat. You just happen to be very inefficiently dressed.” “A threat?” Elian’s smile was all teeth. “Darling, I’m an Omega in heat locked in a tower. What exactly do you think I’ll do? Seduce you into treason?” “That’s exactly what I think you’ll do.” A pause. “Would it work?” Kai’s jaw tightened. “Not even a little.” Liar. He knew it. Elian knew it. And the gods-damned bond magic humming between them definitely knew it. “You don’t even like me,” Elian said, sliding off the chaise with the kind of grace bred into royalty and used like a weapon. “But here you are. Assigned to guard me. Sleeping just down the hall. Breathing so loudly I can hear you through the walls.” “I don’t like anyone,” Kai said coolly. “But I don’t have to like you to protect you.” “Is that what this is?” Elian stepped close. “Protection? Or are you just afraid of what happens if you touch me?” “I’m afraid of what happens if I don’t.” The kingdom was unraveling. The curse in Elian’s blood was stirring. And the bond magic pulling them together? It didn’t care about crowns, duty, or survival. It wanted and it would have.

After Selena was forced to leave Alpha Kian's kingdom for being his second chance mate she swore to never come back, leaving her family and friends behind. Without any other choice, she leaves the pack and has to survive on her own. With no pack or family to help her, she starts over and builds up her life. When fate one day interferes and she finds herself captured by the king's men as an enemy and tossed in the castle's prison to be tortured. Can she escape without the king finding out his mate has come back to his kingdom, and keep her secrets hidden from him? When her life and the ones she cares about depend on her secrets. Is the King still the cold-hearted mate she once met a late night in the dark or has he changed?

You may ask how I got in this position. The position where i;m in bed with my gay best friend, while his boyfriend watches with hungry eyes. Let’s just say... it started with a broken heart, a ruined plan, and one reckless, desperate request. I was supposed to lose my virginity to someone safe, someone I loved. Instead, I caught him cheating at the worst possible moment, right before I was about to hand him everything. In the aftermath, I asked the only person I trusted. My best friend Zain. The problem was... Zain's gay, and he wasn't single either. Now, pleasure, shame, and temptation blur into something I can't control. And the worst part? I don’t know if I want to stop. A filthy, emotional, no-holds-barred dark romance where first times are anything but innocent.

“You’re just like a sister to me.” Those were the actual words that broke the camel’s back. Not after what just happened. Not after the hot, breathless, soul-shaking night we spent tangled in each other’s arms. I knew from the beginning that Tristan Maverick was a line I shouldn’t cross. He wasn’t just anyone, he was my brother’s best friend. The man I spent years secretly wanting. But that night… we were broken. We had just buried our parents. And the grief was too heavy, too real.... so I begged him to touch me. To make me forget. To fill the silence that death left behind. And he did. He held me like I was something fragile. Kissed me like I was the only thing he needed to breathe. Then left me bleeding with six words that burned deeper than rejection ever could. So, I ran. Away from everything that cost me pain. Now, five years later, I’m back. Fresh from rejecting the mate who abused me. Still carrying the scars of a pup I never got to hold. And the man waiting for me at the airport isn’t my brother. It’s Tristan. And he's not the guy I left behind. He's a biker. An Alpha. And when he looked at me, I knew there was no where else to run to.