"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, a pale sentinel in the sky as I, Luna Queen Kelly, summoned my most valiant warriors to the heart of our stronghold. The war room was alive with quiet tension, maps and plans unfurled across the ancient oak table. Time was a luxury we could ill-afford; the Black Faes' shadows loomed, threatening to eclipse our lands with their impending assault. 


"Listen well," I began, my voice piercing the silence like an arrow. "We have but hours before the enemy marches upon us. Our survival hinges on the success of this raid." Blue eyes, mirroring the steadfastness of the night sky, scanned the faces encircling me. Each one—a vital thread woven into the tapestry of our mission. 


Alpha Jason stood beside me, his presence a fortress. Elara Windrider's ethereal grace belied her lethal precision, while Gamma Thorne's scars whispered tales of battles endured. And Eden, my son, with his youth shrouded by the gravity of his destiny. 


To the grand foes