Surge of The Pack Series by Flora R. Leigh

Today's Manage a PR crisis, hide my son's shift power, and not fall for the Alpha who's pinning me to a wall like he didn't exile me pregnant. Easy, right? Our bond was fated. The wedding—political. And our marriage? A year of silence, duty, and the kind of glances he thought I never saw. He marked me before the entire pack, then turned his back when lies echoed louder than bond. I was the cursed girl with a dead family and a fire-stained name—easy to blame, easier to abandon... moreToday's Manage a PR crisis, hide my son's shift power, and not fall for the Alpha who's pinning me to a wall like he didn't exile me pregnant. Easy, right? Our bond was fated. The wedding—political. And our marriage? A year of silence, duty, and the kind of glances he thought I never saw. He marked me before the entire pack, then turned his back when lies echoed louder than bond. I was the cursed girl with a dead family and a fire-stained name—easy to blame, easier to abandon. So I left with a scar on my neck, his child in my womb. Seven years later, I'm no longer the outcast begging for his gaze. I’m COO of a billion-dollar tech firm—and mother to a boy who just shattered a classroom wall. So guess who just bought my company? Darius Grayson. My ex-husband. My mate. The man who left me to burn—and wants everything back. But when his hand finds my waist in an elevator and my body remembers his touch…. I’ve survived rejection, exile, and heartbreak—. but I might not survive one more night with him. Not when someone else is watching. .. and waiting. less

I met my fated mate naked, in heat—. And the next morning, his fiancée walked in. Now they want me to share a bed with him for “pack peace”? Screw him. Not sleep him. I was a starving omega running from rogues when Sylas Blackridge found me—. Alpha. Ruthless. Mine. He killed for me. Sheltered me. Wrapped me in his scent to keep others away. Then walked in while I was naked, bathing…and in heat. Next morning? His fiancée showed up wearing his ring. So I ran. Pregnant... moreI met my fated mate naked, in heat—. And the next morning, his fiancée walked in. Now they want me to share a bed with him for “pack peace”? Screw him. Not sleep him. I was a starving omega running from rogues when Sylas Blackridge found me—. Alpha. Ruthless. Mine. He killed for me. Sheltered me. Wrapped me in his scent to keep others away. Then walked in while I was naked, bathing…and in heat. Next morning? His fiancée showed up wearing his ring. So I ran. Pregnant. Five years later, I’ve built my own pack. My own life. He’s back—needing an alliance to survive a war. And to seal the deal? I have to share a bed with the mate who broke me. One bed. One treaty. And one secret still sleeping between us. less

Rule #1: Don’t get drunk after your boyfriend dumps you. Rule #2: Don’t sleep with the hot stranger you meet. Rule #3: Make damn sure he isn’t your future boss—. Or engaged. Or the father of your child. I walked into that interview thinking I had nothing to lose—until I saw him. Lucas Black. CEO. Billionaire. The man who thought I was a gold-digging nobody and kicked me out of his bed. And just when I started to prove myself, his fiancée made damn sure I was fired. Pregnant. Jobless... moreRule #1: Don’t get drunk after your boyfriend dumps you. Rule #2: Don’t sleep with the hot stranger you meet. Rule #3: Make damn sure he isn’t your future boss—. Or engaged. Or the father of your child. I walked into that interview thinking I had nothing to lose—until I saw him. Lucas Black. CEO. Billionaire. The man who thought I was a gold-digging nobody and kicked me out of his bed. And just when I started to prove myself, his fiancée made damn sure I was fired. Pregnant. Jobless. —I disappeared before he could learn the truth. Now, five years later, I’m back—. Vice president of his biggest competitor. A mother. And definitely not the girl he gets to screw over twice. Until he caught me in a coffee shop, grabbed my wrist, and pressed a kiss to the same hand I slapped him with. We would’ve gone too far. Again. If not for the tiny voice behind the door asking—. “Mommy… who’s that man? ”. less

Witches aren’t built for werewolves. Especially the six-foot, tan-skinned werewolf Alpha. .. and also your baby’s father. I escaped a coven that wanted me dead. Wounded, freezing, spell-drained—I didn’t crawl. I dragged. Right into his territory. Right into his arms. He should’ve killed me. Instead, he hid me in a farmhouse, fed me under moonlight, looked at me like I was already his. Then came the kiss. The bond. The heat. And then… the mark. One glance at my thigh and he shut down... moreWitches aren’t built for werewolves. Especially the six-foot, tan-skinned werewolf Alpha. .. and also your baby’s father. I escaped a coven that wanted me dead. Wounded, freezing, spell-drained—I didn’t crawl. I dragged. Right into his territory. Right into his arms. He should’ve killed me. Instead, he hid me in a farmhouse, fed me under moonlight, looked at me like I was already his. Then came the kiss. The bond. The heat. And then… the mark. One glance at my thigh and he shut down. No questions, no second chances—just teeth and cold commands. I ran. Again. This time with his baby in my belly and a storm in my chest. Now our son’s been taken—by witches I once called sisters. And guess who’s the only one strong enough to help me burn the world down? less