{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.

Once we were ready, we headed to the dining room. The moment we entered, the maids bowed. The table was already set, and I noticed something different immediately. There was no heavy food. No spicy dishes. No complicated meals. Everything looked light: porridge, fresh fruit, warm bread, a mild soup, and tea.


"What is all this?" I asked, looking between the plates.


Before the maids could answer, Darlon did. "I asked them to prepare food that is good for you. Something you can keep down, something the baby likes."


I sat slowly, touched in a place I didn't know existed. "You think the baby likes soup?"


"I think the baby likes comfort," he said, sitting beside me. "Just like you."


"You cannot keep treating me like I might fall apart," I whispered.


He turned to me, eyes steady. "I'm not treating you like you will fall apart. I'm treating you like you matter."


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