"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 crackled with tension, like the charged silence before lightning rends the sky. A snarl erupted from the far side of the clearing — a guttural sound that cut through the murmur of restless warriors. I pivoted on my heel, my gaze locking onto the source of the commotion. 


"Enough!" My voice thundered across the field, laced with the authority of Luna Queen. Every head turned, eyes wide, as I strode into the midst of the quarreling wolves. Two formidable warriors stood nose to nose, hackles raised, their animosity palpable. 


"Brothers, look at yourselves," I said, ice edging my tone as I placed myself between them. "You're not enemies. Your true adversary thrives in shadows, feeding on this discord." 


They hesitated, muscles taut, still bristling with aggression. But beneath the belligerence, there was fear — a realization that our real battle loomed ever closer, an insidious threat that would not cower before fangs or fury. 


Not enemies but...