"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

As the shadows coalesced into the figure before me, my heart thundered against my ribs. The mysterious being—a phantom from a bygone era—stood enshrouded in the dimness of the ancient forest that had witnessed countless lifetimes. 


"Elara Windrider," the figure intoned, and its voice seemed to echo from the very depths of the earth. "Your lineage intertwines with that of the South pack's Luna Queen more intricately than the roots of the oldest trees." 


"Speak plainly," I demanded, my voice steady despite the tempest of emotions swirling within. "What connection does my blood share with Kelly's?" 


"Centuries ago, a pact was forged between your ancestors and hers," the figure revealed, stepping closer, its form barely discernible under the cloak of night. "A union meant to bring peace among packs and prevent the rise of tyrants like Alpha Biansky." 


"Why has this been hidden from us?" My brow furrowed as I struggled to assimilate the staggering implications. 


A powerful testimony