{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 hotel room I finally got smelled like old damp carpet and something rotten, maybe food left too long in the corner or a broken pipe in the walls. It made my stomach twist, but I stayed anyway because I didn't have a choice. I had been running for days, hiding like I was the criminal, hiding like I was the one who destroyed something instead of the one who was destroyed. The window was cracked, and the curtains were full of dust. The fan on the ceiling clicked every time it turned. It felt like it was counting down to something.


I sat on the edge of the bed and pressed Linda's contact again. My thumb was shaking from anger, from fear, from exhaustion. The first time, her phone didn't ring. The second time, it didn't connect. The third time, the call went straight to voicemail. My breathing grew uneven.


I tried again. One more time. This time, it rang.


Chapter 124 - 124 - not drugs