"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

The aftermath of the battle left the camp cloaked in an uneasy quiet. Though we’d repelled the Black Faes once more, the air hummed with the unspoken truth: this was a war of attrition, and Baddy’s vendetta was far from spent. My hands still trembled when I recalled the way his shadows had clawed at Eden’s light—too close, *always* too close. 


Jason found me at dawn, standing over the scorched earth where the darkest of the fighting had raged. His touch grounded me, as it always did. “The Silverclaw alpha arrives today,” he murmured, his thumb brushing the fresh scar on my wrist—a relic of the battle. “They’ll want to discuss merging territories.” 


I leaned into him, the weight of diplomacy settling beside the ever-present dread. “Allies or not, inviting another pack into our borders…” 


“Is a risk,” he finished. “But so is isolation.” 


The sacred Grove