Elmielos

"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 morning air was crisp and biting as I gathered the council in the central clearing. The sun rose slowly, casting long shadows across the ground, and I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on us. We had faced the darkness before, but I knew that the Black Faes were cunning, and their silence was a prelude to chaos. 


As Jason and Isolde took their places beside me, I surveyed the faces of our fellow leaders. The determination in their eyes mirrored my own, but beneath that determination lay an undercurrent of anxiety. "We need to strategize for the future," I began, my voice steady despite the turmoil within. "The Black Faes will not remain dormant much longer. They will regroup and come back for revenge." 


Jason nodded, his expression grave. "I suggest we fortify our borders further and increase our patrols. If we can spot them before they strike, we will have the upper hand." 


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