{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 office felt alive, buzzing with energy that I had not realized I'd been missing. The sunlight poured through the large windows, catching on sketches and fabrics that sprawled across every table and chair. Janae and the staff moved like a well-oiled machine, and even though the end of the fashion week prep was in sight, no one seemed tired enough to slow down.


I sat at the head of the table, reviewing the latest designs, flipping through sketches that were pinned to boards, some half-stitched outfits on mannequins standing around the room, some fabrics draped over chairs waiting for the final touches. The colors, the textures, the daring cuts, it all felt like our hearts and souls had been stitched into every seam. I could see the staff's excitement reflected in every stroke of their brush, in every careful pin on the mannequins.


Chapter 127 - 127- without fear