"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

That night, as the stars twinkled overhead like diamonds scattered across velvet, I found myself standing in the garden, the soft breeze brushing against my skin. The moon hung low, casting a silvery glow over the flowers that had begun to bloom, their petals unfurling in the warmth of the summer night. I took a moment to absorb the beauty around me, feeling a sense of peace wash over me. 


But peace was a fragile thing, and I couldn't ignore the weight pressing down on my shoulders. The Black Faes were still out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I had to remain vigilant. 


The soft crunch of footsteps on gravel alerted me to Jason’s approach. He stepped into the moonlight, his expression a mixture of concern and admiration as he took in the scene around us. 


“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked, coming to stand beside me. His presence was a comfort, a reminder that we were in this together. 


Readying for the enemy