{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.

I froze, my mouth opening then closing, shocked. The best position he could give me… personal secretary? My chest tightened, and my cheeks burned as I tried to steady my racing heart. I really do look like an assistant… I bit my lip, hiding the small, embarrassed laugh that threatened to escape. Okay… I'll… agree to it.


He gave a small, almost amused nod. "Yes. You'll be my personal secretary."


I pushed my chair back slowly after finishing my meal, my fingers brushing against the polished wood of the dining table as I stood. I bid him goodbye, and I left the dining room quietly, careful not to disturb the orderly line of maids bustling about. The soft carpet muffled my steps as I returned to my room. I leaned against the doorframe for a heartbeat, closing my eyes, relishing the silence and the faint scent of the flowers I'd noticed in the room earlier. It was a small comfort, a tiny bubble of peace I could claim before the world demanded me back.


Chapter 27 - 27 - don't make a scene