"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

In the following weeks, we remained committed to our training and preparations. The atmosphere in the camp evolved, with an air of determination replacing the earlier unease. Each warrior took pride in their role, sharpening their skills and strengthening their bonds with one another. 


I organized sessions that combined physical training with strategic discussions, ensuring our warriors were not only skilled fighters but also adept at thinking on their feet. Eden thrived in this environment, often leading the younger warriors through drills, his enthusiasm infectious. I watched as he grew more confident, embodying the values we held dear. 


However, even amidst this resurgence of unity, the shadow of the Black Faes loomed large. I could feel their presence lurking at the edges of our territory, and it weighed on my mind. Isolde’s warnings echoed in my thoughts, reminding me that we could not become complacent. 


Not just a pack!