{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.

For a long while, I just stood there, arms folded, my mind racing. I didn't even know what to do with them. Should I wear one? Or what if he already expected me to show up wearing something from the gifts? My chest tightened as that thought hit me. What if he got angry if I didn't?


I reached out and touched one of the dresses, a soft cream gown with pearl buttons running down the front. The fabric was smooth beneath my fingers. I bit my lip, wondering what to do with the clothes exactly.


I sighed and turned toward the mirror. My reflection looked back at me, uncertain and awkward. My hair was tied in a loose bun, a few strands sticking out near my temple. My cheeks looked rounder than ever, and the dress I'd managed to squeeze into earlier clung to me in ways I didn't like.


"Maybe he'll hate this too," I muttered to myself.


Chapter 17 - 17 - gifts