"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 howl pierced the grandeur of the hall like a warning from the shadows, and in an instant, darkness swallowed us whole. A harbinger's cry – it was never mistaken for anything less than a portent of doom. I could feel the collective breath catch, as if the entire Council of Packs held its lungs captive in fear. The Black Faes were a specter that haunted our nights, and now, their threat loomed invisible yet palpable among us. 


"Kelly, what's happening?" The voice, strained with urgency, cut through the confusion. Faces turned towards me, illuminated by the sporadic flicker of the few remaining embers in the hearth. Their eyes—a kaleidoscope of shock and dread—searched mine for assurance I struggled to muster. 


"Everyone, remain calm," I commanded, my voice deliberately steady, betraying none of the icy tendrils of apprehension that wrapped around my own heart. "Jason?" 


The council of packs