{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.

He smiled a little, stepping closer. "You look beautiful, Elara."


Something tightened in my chest. "Thank you."


I followed him out. The mansion hallways felt quieter than usual, the lights soft, his hand warm around mine.


In the car, he closed the door gently and turned to me. "By the way," he said, as he started the engine, "I know you're worried about the marriage being secret."


I nodded slowly. "I just… I don't want pictures going around. Or rumors. I don't want to cause trouble."


His lips curved. "You won't. The club we're going to… it's a masked club."


He reached into the car's safe and pulled out two elegant masks—one a deep silver, the other a smooth black with subtle patterns.


He handed me the silver one. "Wear this."


His voice softened. "You'll be fine with me."


Chapter 38 - 38 - feel... Something