"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 weight of my mission, to unify our kind against the encroaching darkness of The Black Faes, pressed down on me like the heavy hand of fate. It was a burden that gnawed at my spirit, demanding every ounce of resolve. Yet, in this moment, I chose to lay it aside. A hiatus wasn't just warranted; it was necessary—for the sake of my soul and for the precious family bonds that needed tending. 


"Come, Eden," I called out, my voice echoing through the stone corridors of our ancestral home, "let's see if you can outrun your mother." 


A blur of youthful exuberance, Eden dashed ahead, his laughter a melody that resonated with the deepest chambers of my heart. Jason followed, his strong form a comforting presence as we wove through the grand halls of our palace. Today, we were not Luna Queen, Alpha King, or heir to an ancient lineage—we were simply a family, embracing a rare slice of normalcy. 


The royal library