{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.

He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "It will be. Trust me. Now, sit down and eat something. Let me take care of it. You've earned it, sweetheart."


I gave a soft laugh, shaking my head lightly.


Darlon looked down at me again, concern flickering in his eyes. "Are you going to eat now, my love?"


I nodded, giving a small smile. "I will. I promise."


The maid appeared then, carrying a tray neatly arranged with warm food. The smell made my stomach rumble faintly, and I realized just how little I had eaten since we got home. Darlon guided me to the chair, settling behind me so that his presence was steadying. He picked up a fork and, almost playfully, began feeding me.


"Here," he said softly, holding the fork with a piece of food close to my lips. "You need this."


I took it, feeling a warmth in my chest. "You're spoiling me again," I whispered, but I let him continue, letting the simple act of care wash over me.


Chapter 129 - 129 - final checks