"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 blood lingered on the wind, a sharp reminder of the price we had paid. I stood amidst the rubble, the charred earth beneath my feet a testament to the ferocity of the battle that had raged just hours before. My pack, my family, and my allies were gathered around me, our collective exhaustion palpable in the stillness that followed the storm of combat. 


I could see it in their eyes—each one darkened with the weight of loss and weariness. Paul Biansky's hands were smeared with soot, his gaze distant as he stared at the broken form of what once was a proud pine standing guard over our land. Elara Windrider’s silver hair was singed at the ends, her face smeared with ash as she leaned heavily against a fallen log, her usually vibrant aura dimmed by sorrow. 


The taste of victory