{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 music softened as the last model took her final steps down the runway, the lights glinting off the intricate beading we had painstakingly sewn onto the gowns. The host stepped forward again, microphone in hand, her eyes bright.


"Ladies and gentlemen," the host said, her voice carrying across the hall, "Luna Elara and Alpha Darlon have truly outdone themselves today. But we want to hear from you, our esteemed designers, Alphas, and Lunas. What are your thoughts?"


I felt my stomach tighten. This was the moment, the moment when everyone would weigh in on our work. The applause subsided into a quiet, anticipatory hum.


A designer in the front row, a middle-aged man in a sharply tailored suit, stood. "The attention to detail is remarkable," he said, gesturing toward the runway. "The embroidery, the textures… and the way each piece tells its own story, this is not just fashion. It's art. Well done, Luna Elara."


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