"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 air was heavy with the scent of charred earth and blood, a stark reminder of the carnage that had unfolded mere hours ago. I stood there, amidst the remnants of war, my heart burdened by the cost of our victory. Around me, Alpha Markus and Alpha Biansky surveyed the battlefield, their expressions grim as they took in the devastation. 


"Alpha Biansky," I began, my voice steady despite the sorrow that clawed at my chest, "your son's bravery will be honored. We've all lost kin to this senseless conflict. Let us ensure their sacrifices were not in vain." 


Biansky's eyes, hard as flint, met mine, searching for any hint of falsehood. "Words are wind, Luna Queen. Yet... if we are to stand a chance against The Black Faes, our grievances must be acknowledged, not just by words, but by deeds." 


"Agreed," I said, nodding solemnly. "We shall make a public declaration, honoring the North-east pack's losses and the valor of your son." 


The commitment