"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

Just when we thought having the upper hand, a new group of rogue werewolves arrive to back up their weakened ones. Our troops are a bit destabilized by this turn of events. The fight thus rages on. 


Blood thundered in my ears, a relentless drumming that echoed the chaos around us. The air became thicker with the scent of fear and fury, tinged with the acrid stench of smoldering wood from the shattered remains of our once-proud defenses. My heart ached with each desperate cry from our warriors who were falling, each howl of pain that rose above the clashing of teeth and claws. 


"Reinforce that barricade! Now!" Jason's voice, usually so steady, cracked like a whip through the turmoil, but it carried an undertone of frustration that was impossible to miss. His commanding figure loomed against the backdrop of destruction, his silhouette marred by the orange glow of fires reflecting off his fur. 


Assessing the pack's weaknesses