{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.

I was still there, trapped in that strange shield where time did not move the way it should. Everything hurt, and yet nothing touched me. My heart ached in a way that felt endless, like it had been stretched too far and forgotten there. I watched Darlon standing among ashes and rain, and all I could think was that he had always been like this. Loving, loyal, fierce when it came to the people he cared about. In the past, he loved me without fear. In the present, he loved me without limits.


I whispered his name, again and again, even though I knew he could not hear me. "Darlon," I said softly, tears running down my face.


The pain inside my chest grew heavier. I wondered what he was feeling now, standing there alone, while my soul was stuck watching the past like a cruel play that never ended. I wondered if he slept at all, if he ate, if he breathed without feeling like his lungs were full of knives. The thought broke me.


Chapter 92 - 92 - I failed her