"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.

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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 ground shook underfoot as Baddy unleashed a wave of dark energy, threatening to swallow our warriors whole. I sensed the heaviness in his voice and the weight of despair behind his words, yet I wouldn’t let fear take root within me. “We fight for our future!” I shouted, rallying our warriors to stand their ground. 


As Baddy's dark magic surged toward us, I raised my hands, channeling every bit of light I could muster. With Eden by my side, we conjured a protective barrier, pushing back against the oncoming shadows. The air crackled with energy as our combined magic surged forth, creating a shimmering wall that held the darkness back. 


“Now!” I called out, signaling our warriors to attack. Together, we launched a coordinated strike, our spells weaving together in a dazzling display of light. The darkness faltered beneath the weight of our unity, and I could see fear creeping into the eyes of the Black Faes. 


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