Chaz Stanhope

She left her past behind when her world crumbled—betrayed by love, abandoned by her pack, and burdened by loss. One wild night in Europe changed everything: a s*xy stranger, stolen kisses, and her first time… that left her with a surprise she never expected. Now a full-time writer and single mom, Elara returns to her old pack after years away, only to walk straight into the wedding of the century—the Alpha King’s wedding. But when the groom turns to her, their eyes lock, and he growls one word that stops the ceremony cold: “Mine.” Oh. Crap. Worse? He just noticed her toddler. And growled again: “My pup.” Let the chaos begin. Weddings, werewolves, jealous exes, awkward family dinners, steamy revenge kisses, and fated mate drama collide in this uproarious, s*xy, and heart-melting ride of second chances, found family, and unexpected love.

“Hold her mouth open, she’s too polite to ask for it.” A firm hand grips my jaw, keeping it wide, as another man groans above me, thick and pulsing, his c*ck sliding against my tongue with punishing rhythm. She was supposed to be a transaction. One night. A girl forced to sell herself for money, and three men who could offer more than she’d ever dreamed, for a price. But Harper isn’t like the others. When she steps into that hotel suite, fragile and brave all at once, she isn’t just agreeing to pleasure. She’s agreeing to surrender. And something about her, about the way she flinches, the way she obeys, the way she doesn’t ask for more, makes them all pause. They own a club built on power, discipline, and unshakable rules. But she doesn’t know any of that yet. All she knows is what it feels like to be touched like she matters, just once. When they ask if she wants more, she says the wrong thing. “I’d have to ask Mark.” What should’ve been a second arrangement turns into a revelation. Because they know what Mark is. And now they know what he’s been doing to her. Two days later, they offer her another night. Same price. Only this time… they don’t plan on letting her go back. “Good girls take it. All of it. Even when it hurts.” I scream into the pillow as one thrusts deeper, harder, while the other presses his weight against my back, whispering filth into my ear and slapping my thigh until I shake.