Carla Pinto Taylor

"Sign it," he said. Three years of marriage ended with a line and a pen that trembled in her hand. It wasn't the papers that hurt—it was the way he didn't even flinch when she did. Amelia Hart walked out of his penthouse that night with nothing but a suitcase and a broken heartbeat. She'd given Daniel Sterling everything—her love, her identity, her silent devotion—only to be discarded the moment she became inconvenient. But when the empire he built begins to fall, when the cold CEO who never looked back suddenly needs the woman he threw away, he returns with the same hands that once let her go, now reaching for what he destroyed. Only this time, there's a clause he didn't read…

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*.

My mate rejected me in front of four hundred wolves. So I claimed the Lycan King instead. It was supposed to be a joke. When an Alpha rejects a girl in public, the old law lets her name a second mate, and the pack gets to laugh at her twice. Nobody has been accepted in a hundred years. So I looked past every boy in Hollowpine, straight at the most dangerous man alive, and said his name. Adrian Sterling, sovereign of every pack on the continent, stood up while four hundred wolves went to their knees. "Accepted," he said. "Mine." Now the man who threw me away has to bow to me. The court gives me eighty-six days to shift, or I'm exiled as a pretender. I've never had a wolf. But I have something nobody else has: when I heal, I can see every mate bond as a thread. True ones shine silver. And half the marriages in the King's court are gold. Forged. The King has a secret of his own. Lycan kings without a mate go feral before thirty-three. He's thirty-one, and he chains himself in a tower every full moon. The only thing that quiets him is me.