{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.

A year passed almost in the blink of an eye. The twins grew from tiny, fragile babies into lively, curious children, full of energy and personality. Alexander had learned to crawl, then run, dragging his tiny fists across the floor and yanking anything within reach. Isabella had discovered the power of her voice and quickly learned that squeals could bend even the strongest hearts. They were chaos and joy wrapped into small bodies, and Darlon and I were completely, utterly wrapped around their little fingers.


As they approached their one-year birthday, the inevitable question came up: school. I brought it up one quiet afternoon while Darlon sat holding Alexander, and I soothed Isabella, who had just fallen asleep against my shoulder.


"They're ready," I said softly, brushing a loose strand of hair from his forehead. "Time for school."


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