"Hi, yes you aren't dreaming, it's the chubby Kelly," I say inwardly as I see the unhappy face expression of Jason who is disheartened. 

The guests laugh at us. They call our couple all sort of names. "The prince charming and the pancakes' eater Kelly" is one I can sadly remember."

"I, Jason Bentley of the South pack, reject you Kelly Thompson as my mate and the Luna Queen," he declared fiercely.

***
Kelly Thompson, an eighteen-year-old curvaceous and wolfless she-wolf, has been quietly admiring Jason Bentley, the heir apparent to the throne of the dominant South pack, for a number of years.

Unfortunately for Kelly, she doesn't get the same attention in return from Alpha heir Jason, as the handsome daughter of his old father's Gammas, Betty Nord, is already the love of the pack's future Alpha. But, the plump Kelly has an advantage over the skinny Betty because of a strong vow made by Jason's father, the Alpha King Don Bentley, that his son will marry the daughter of his Betas who gave their lives two years ago in a fight against the North pack's fiercest adversaries in order to preserve the life of the Alpha heir.

But clearly, nothing goes as smoothly as Kelly imagines.

The Rejected Curvy Luna Queen

LORRY SPRINGSTONE'S / KELLY THOMPSON'S POV 


“What's going on Eliott ?" The Alpha King Jason Bentley asked with gravity. 


His eyes widen in shock as he takes in the panicked expressions of his gamma and the royal warriors. 


"Explain," he demands tersely, his body tensing for action. 


The gamma swallows hard before responding. 


"Your Majesty, the North Pack has launched a full-scale attack. Hundreds of their warriors in wolf form have crossed our borders and are converging on the royal palace. We were caught completely off guard." 


Jason curses under his breath. In the aftermath of rescuing me and dealing with Eden's revelation, he had let his guard down, forgetting the threat posed by the wounded and humiliated Harry. 


"How long until they reach the palace?" Jason asks, his mind already racing through defensive strategies. 


"An hour at most, Your Majesty," one of the warriors replies grimly. "Our outer defenses are already engaged, but they're vastly outnumbered." 


To a safe haven