"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 moon hung heavy in the ink-black sky, a silent witness to our nightly vigils. As I sat with my parents in the heart of the royal library, the ancient tome lay open between us, its pages whispering secrets of a time long past and a future yet unwritten. I traced my fingers over the cryptic symbols, each one a piece of the puzzle that was my destiny. 


"Eden," my mother's voice sliced through the stillness, "focus on the alignment of the stars here. They mirror the convergence happening within you." 


I nodded, absorbing her words as we dissected the prophecy together. The bond between us tightened like the grip of intertwined roots, unyielding and deep. Through countless discussions, we strategized for battles unknown, the weight of our shared purpose pressing upon us. 


"Remember, the Black Faes will seek to exploit any weakness," my father added, his tone grave. "You must be as relentless in your training as they are in their thirst for chaos." 


The mystery book