"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 silence that followed my proposal was a living entity, thick and suffocating. Across the table, Mr. Grayson's eyes narrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line as if he were attempting to decipher an ancient and cryptic script within my words. 


"Your Luna Queen," he began, his voice as taut as a bowstring, "while your intentions seem noble, how can we place our trust in creatures whose very nature is ruled by the moon's cycle? Werewolves are... unpredictable. The potential danger to our people cannot be understated." 


I kept my face impassive, though the undercurrent of fear in his tone clawed at my resolve. It was a sentiment I had encountered before—the deep-seated dread that whispered warnings of tooth and claw in the dark recesses of human minds. 


The mediator