"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 


The shapeshifter's expression softens just a bit when her eyes land on Eden. Our boy, typically full of energy, is uncharacteristically quiet, holding tightly to my leg. 


"I see," she says, her tone becoming less sharp. "And what makes you think you'll be safe here?" 


"We've heard whispers," I reply cautiously, "about a neutral territory. A place where different kinds of beings live together in peace. We hoped..." I trail off, crossing my fingers, hoping the shapeshifter will take me at my word. 


She looks at me, combining skepticism with curiosity. 


"Whispers," she echoes, a slight smile playing at her lips. "Interesting. And how did you come by these whispers?" 


I hesitate, unsure of how much to reveal. Jason gives my hand a gentle squeeze, silently urging me to choose my words carefullly. 


"A sympathetic witch," I explain. "She helped us escape and pointed us in this direction." 


Slipping of tongue