"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 sharp, metallic scent of blood seeped into my senses before the news even reached my ears. I stood, rigid and alert, as Beta Lucas burst through the grand doors of the council chamber, his form tense with urgency. 


"Your Majesty, Luna Queen," Lucas said, his breaths coming in heaves. "There's been an incident—a violent clash between our kind and the humans at the border." 


A cold shiver ran down my spine, and the hairs on the back of my neck prickled with the gravity of his words. This was the escalation we'd feared, a spark that could ignite a war between us and them, werewolves versus humans. The peace we had fought so hard to maintain now teetered on a knife-edge. 


"Tell me everything," I demanded, my voice steady despite the turmoil brewing within. My heart thundered against my ribcage, echoing the howls of my ancestors, urging me to protect our pack from the looming threat. 


A new crisis