"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 scent of pine and cold earth still clung to my skin as I stepped across the threshold of the royal palace, the tangible proof of my relentless search for allies. My muscles ached from the journey, but there was no time for rest—not with Alpha Biansky's North pack sharpening their claws for war. In the quiet of my chamber, I unfurled parchment, dipped a quill in ink, and penned an invitation that bore the weight of our survival. 


"Elara Windrider," I wrote, my handwriting steady despite the turmoil within, "your presence is requested at the royal palace to discuss urgent matters concerning the imminent threat posed by the rival North pack." The words were formal, yet beneath them lay a silent plea for understanding—for unity against our common enemy. 


The Luna Queen's invitation