"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

As the moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silver glow over our camp, I gathered my allies once more. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as we discussed our next steps. 


“Whatever they’re planning, we need to stay one step ahead,” I said, my voice steady. “We’ve come too far to let our guard down now.” 


Jason stood beside me, his expression fierce. “We’ll fortify our defenses and gather intelligence on their movements. We can’t afford to be caught off guard again.” 


Lunara and Stellan exchanged glances, their expressions serious. “We must also prepare our magic,” Lunara said. “If they intend to strike, we need to be ready to counter their dark magic.” 


As we finalized our plans, I felt a surge of resolve. We were stronger together, and we would face the darkness head-on. 


But as the days turned into nights, the feeling of unease lingered. I could sense the tension building, each day bringing us closer to the inevitable confrontation. 


Pride