"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 fresh rainfall greeted us as we approached the gates, a stark contrast to the lingering acrid tang of battle. The royal palace rose before us, its stone walls an emblem of enduring strength. I strode forward, my son Eden at my side, our steps in sync with the soft thrumming of warriors' hearts still echoing victory. 


"Welcome home, Luna Queen," a chorus of voices hailed as the ironclad gates creaked open. 


Jason stood there, his formidable frame silhouetted against the torchlight that flickered along the palace's corridors. His blue eyes found mine, and in them, I read a saga of worry, pride, and love—a trilogy that now culminated in relief. Eden rushed ahead, his youthful exuberance momentarily casting off the mantle of heir as he embraced his father. 


"Kelly," Jason said, his voice a deep timbre that resonated within the stone confines of the palace as he drew me into his arms. 


The national hero