"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 thunderous crash of the doors jolted our meeting into chaos, the royal guard's intrusion cutting through the air like a knife. Our eyes locked upon the agitated messenger, his breaths coming in heavy pants that mirrored the urgency in his stance. I felt Jason's hand tighten around mine beneath the table, an unspoken promise that whatever loomed on the horizon, we would face it together. 


"Your Majesties, Elder Matthias, Alpha Biansky," the guard addressed us with a bow, his voice strained under the weight of his news. "You must come quickly." 


We rose as one entity, my husband and I leading the way, our footsteps resounding through the ancient hall with a purpose that echoed the pounding of my heart. Jason’s gaze met mine, a silent conversation passing between us; there was no need for words to communicate our shared resolve. His blue eyes, usually a calm sea, now reflected the brewing storm within him. 


The strange birds