"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 golden light of late afternoon streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the royal chamber. Eden's laughter resonated like music against the stone walls as he playfully dodged Alpha Jason's attempts to capture him. I watched them with a warmth blossoming in my chest, the sight of my family a soothing balm to the ever-present anxiety that comes with ruling. 


"Careful, Eden," I cautioned with a smile, "your father might just be the sneakiest wolf in the South pack." 


A servant entered, balancing a tray of snacks and drinks with practiced ease. The scent of roasted meat and fresh berries filled the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of pine from the logs crackling in the fireplace. We gathered around the low table, our happiness simple yet profound, nestled in this pocket of peace we carved out for ourselves within the palace walls. 


Ambushed