"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 royal chamber, with its towering stone walls and flickering torchlight, felt colder than usual as we prepared to bid farewell to two pillars of our pack. I, Luna Queen Kelly, stood shoulder to shoulder with Alpha King Jason, our son Eden tucked close by our side. The weight of the moment settled over us, a tangible presence that seemed to draw the shadows in tighter around our small assembly. 


"Elara, Thorne," Jason's voice resonated through the chamber, a deep timbre that spoke volumes of our shared history. "Your loyalty has been the steel in our spine, unwavering even in the face of the darkest nights." 


I watched as Elara Windrider, her armor reflecting the torchlight in a muted glow, bowed her head in acknowledgment. Gamma Thorne, ever stoic, allowed a rare smile to grace his features—a silent testament to the bonds forged in the heart of battle and quiet moments alike. 


Farewell