{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.

The soft beeping of the machines, the faint smell of antiseptic, and the gentle hum of the hospital air-conditioning could have made the room feel cold and impersonal, but somehow, with Darlon by my side, it felt like home. He never left my side. Every time I shifted, his hand was there to steady me. Every time I blinked wearily, his gaze held mine, soft but unwavering, almost as if he was silently telling me that I had finally come back to him and that nothing in the world could hurt me now.


I laughed quietly to myself when I realized how much attention he paid to the small details. When I blinked too fast, he would cup my face. When I tried to stretch or move too quickly, he would adjust my blanket, tuck me in, or gently hold my wrist to slow me down. "You're still weak, my Luna," he said softly one time, brushing a damp strand of hair from my forehead. "I can't let you push yourself."


Chapter 100 - 100 - it's not your fault