"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

A shiver of premonition ran down my spine moments before the raven arrived. Its obsidian feathers shimmered with a sinister sheen as it landed on my windowsill, clutching the message that would turn the tides of our fragile peace. I untied the scroll, hands steady despite the dread pooling in my gut. The words scrawled across the parchment were like a death knell: "The Black Faes move against us. Prepare." 


With no time to waste, I summoned Elara Windrider, Gamma Thorne, and my son, Eden, to the war room. We stood around the ancient oak table, its wood groaning under the weight of impending war. "The Black Faes are on the cusp of attack," I announced, voice edged with urgency. Their expressions tightened, battle-hardened instincts flaring to life. 


"Mother," Eden began, his young voice holding a gravity that belied his age, "what have the scouts reported about their movements?" 


Looming attack