"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

Consciousness crept upon me like the slow rise of a sinister moon, unveiling the world in increments of pain. The soft rustle of sheets against my bandaged skin whispered tales of a battle hard-fought, each breath I drew lacing my bones with fire. As awareness further infiltrated my fogged mind, I realized I lay prostrate upon a bed, swathed in white bindings that seemed to mock the purity they could never truly possess. 


My body was a map of agony, charted with lines of suffering etched deep by the guardian's relentless fury. I remembered the searing touch of dark magic, the way it clawed at my flesh as if seeking to unearth the very essence of my spirit. The wounds were grave, a testament to the peril that guarding the sacred hallow had inflicted upon me. Each pulse of my beating heart sent ripples of torment cascading through my weary frame, yet within that anguish, there thrummed a relentless determination—a silent vow that I would endure. 


The visitors