{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 evening air in the lounge was warm and quiet, the kind of quiet that hummed in my chest. The curtains were half-drawn, and the sunset spilled through the window like melted gold, brushing over the wine glasses on the table. I had been sitting there for the past thirty minutes, pretending that the view mattered more than the woman sitting a few feet away from me.


She sat on the couch across from me, her back half-slouched, her cheeks flushed from the wine. Her hair fell around her face like soft threads of night. The red on her lips matched the drink in her hand, and when she lifted the glass, the light caught on her skin. There was something about her, maybe it was the way she tried to stay small, to shrink into herself like she didn't deserve space, that twisted something deep inside me.


Chapter 18 - 18 - care about you