"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 


Eden's eyes widen in awe as he reaches out to grasp the scepter. It's far too large for his small hands, but he holds it reverently. 


"I will, Daddy," he says, his voice trembling slightly. 


With no extra word, Jason turns and disappears down the corridor. Eden begins then to clutch the golden scepter to his chest, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and determination. I thus place a comforting hand on his shoulder, my heart aching at the weight of responsibility now resting on him. 


"Come," I thereafter say softly, gently urging the future ruler of the South pack forward. 


Tina leads us through a maze of hidden passageways, the stone walls pressing in around us as we descend deeper into the bowels of the palace. The distant sounds of battle - howls, roars, and the clash of steel - echo faintly through the tunnels, sending a chill down my spine. 


Joining us finally