{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 club lights moved over her face in soft colors, and her mask hid half her features, but somehow I still saw everything. The nerves in her fingers. The way she kept rubbing her palm against her dress like she wanted to disappear into it. The way she refused to meet my eyes for more than two seconds.


I leaned a little closer. "Elara," I whispered, "are you alright?"


She blinked slowly, like the whole room was spinning far too gently for her to fight it.


"I'm… fine," she murmured, but her voice sounded like she wasn't sure of anything.


I watched her. Really watched her. And I saw the moment the alcohol finally hit her. The moment her cheeks warmed, and her eyes softened, and she stopped pretending she wasn't overwhelmed.


She looked at the drink in her hand, frowned at it, then looked at me.


"Darlon…" Her voice slipped, softer than the music. "Do you… do you love Lira?"


Chapter 39 - 39- you are not sober