"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

The whispering shadows of the forest tightened around me, each rustle and snap of a twig setting my nerves alight. I pressed onwards, Elara's words etched into my mind, guiding my every step. The boundaries of Alpha Biansky's territory were close now; I could feel the hostile energy pulsing from the ground beneath my paws. 


A low growl rumbled through the underbrush, sending a shiver down my spine. My transformation into Shelly had been swift, a necessity to traverse the terrain with the stealth of a true predator. But even as the Luna Queen, cloaked in the sleek fur of my wolf form, danger was ever-present. 


In the dim moonlight, a pair of amber eyes appeared, reflecting a predatory hunger that matched my own fierce resolve. A scout from Biansky's pack, no doubt, his scent heavy with the musk of aggression. He stepped forward, a hulking shadow against the silver-streaked night, a silent challenge hanging between us. 


An unexpected ally