"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 air in the war room was charged, a palpable tension that clung to every shadowed corner and whispered of the impending storm. I stood at the head of the ancient oak table, its surface etched with the scars of countless strategy sessions. My allies encircled me, their faces etched with lines of concern and determination. With my back ramrod straight and chin lifted in defiance of the creeping dread, I met each of their gazes squarely. 


"Alpha Biansky's pack moves under the cloak of treachery, bolstered by The Black Faes' dark whispers," I began, my voice resonating through the silence. "They are not mere shadows skulking in the night; they are an eclipse poised to smother our light." 


My fingers brushed over the intricate map spread before us, tracing the borders of our territory—a land we had defended with blood and bone. "We must bind together as the moon waxes with unity, or we'll crumble like leaves underfoot when it wanes into division." 


Preparing the grand battle