"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 moon clawed its way through the iron tapestry of clouds, casting an eerie glow upon our gathered warriors, I felt Jason's hand—a bastion of strength—rest upon my shoulder. "For our people, for our son, for all that we hold dear," he whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my bones. "May the spirits of the ancient Luna and Alpha guide you." 


"Thank you, my love," I replied, tilting my head to meet his gaze, the piercing blue of his eyes reflecting my resolve. With the blessing of my husband, Alpha King Jason, I turned to face the sea of determined faces before me. Among them stood Paul Biansky, whose loyalty had been tested by blood; Gamma Thorne, whose wisdom was as unyielding as the mountains; my son Eden, young yet formidable with the scepter of convergence in his grasp; and Elara Windrider, her understanding of the enemy as deep as the roots of the earth. 


Marching towards the foe