Monica Moore

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*.

"Scarlett is out of options. Her ex, Caleb, has framed her, fired her, and left her destitute. In a desperate bid for justice, she storms his wedding, only to be thrown out into the rain—and straight into the path of Alpha Carter Blackwood. Carter is everything Caleb isn't: lethal, protective, and impossibly wealthy. But he’s also a forbidden fruit. Caleb thought he was throwing away trash, but he just hand-delivered the Alpha his new obsession. ""Carter..."" His face kept coming closer until his breath ghosted over my lips. And he took the next step; he didn't wait. He closed the gap, his hand tangling into my messy hair, pulling me toward him. His lips crashed onto mine. He groaned against my mouth, and his hand slid down to my waist, pulling me onto his lap completely. My mind blank. Just fire. And submission as my arse glided on his groin. I kissed him back. I wasn't thinking—I can't, my body seemed to move on its own, reacting to whatever was wrong with him. And my body was starting to love whatever was wrong with us. Heat pooled underneath my damp pants."