{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 woke up the next morning feeling that warm, soft ache in my chest, the good kind, because yesterday had been… full. Full of him. And today, he had promised to come again.


Darlon dropped me off at the office, leaning over the console to kiss me one more time before I got out. "I'll drop by soon," he murmured.


I walked into the building feeling like something light and warm was tucked under my ribs.


Work pulled me in immediately. Meetings. Samples. Deadlines. My team was already waiting when I stepped into the conference room.


We were adjusting proportions for the gala pieces, debating fabrics, sketching, re-sketching… my head was buzzing in the best way.


Ronan walked in, holding a cup of coffee with a smile that felt too polite, too smooth.


"Good morning, Miss Elara," he said, giving a small bow. "Your coffee."


I blinked. "Again? Ronan, you don't have to do that."


Chapter 74 - 74 - an ambulance