{MATURE — The female lead, Elara, is a plus-size lady. This isn't a book about her losing weight or going on a weight-loss journey. This is a book where she embraces her size and loves herself after everything.} 


BILLIONAIRE/WEREWOLF 

I was born a maid in the pack,  unwanted, unloved, and unseen. They said I was the daughter of a servant and that I should be grateful to even breathe the same air as elites. But what no one knew was that I wasn’t who they thought I was. I was stolen from my destiny, stripped of my name, and buried in a life that was never mine.

When I finished school, I was given a job at Blueberries Pack Company. It was already falling apart, but I worked day and night to keep it alive. Still, nothing I did mattered. The Alpha’s precious daughter stole my ideas, my recognition, and even the man I thought I loved. I was used to silence, to being unseen,  until he appeared.

Darlon. The Alpha King. A name spoken with fear and awe. They said he was old, heartless, and cruel. I didn’t know him, and I never imagined our paths would cross. But when the Alpha and his Luna grew desperate to save their company, they forced me to marry him in their daughter’s place. 

I walked down that aisle expecting the worst…But what awaited me on the other side was nothing I could have ever imagined.

I didn’t know it then, but the man I had married wasn’t a stranger at all… He was my fated mate

And through him, I began to uncover the truth about my past, my bloodline, and the power that had been sleeping inside me all along.

When we got back to the office, Darlon walked me to my office…then he stopped.


He touched the edge of the frame lightly, like he didn't want to distract me too much.


He hesitated. "If you need anything, call me."


I watched his back for a moment, wondering why my chest felt warm. Maybe because he had defended me inside that boardroom. Maybe because he had stayed close enough for me to breathe.


I sat down and brought out my sketchpad and tablet. The designs were all over my head. 


I didn't even realise how fast time was passing.  My hand kept moving, drawing, erasing, drawing again.


 "Maybe a softer curve here… no, that looks weird…"


I didn't know how long I stayed that way until I heard:


Chapter 47 - 47 - what did you say to my wife