"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 goddess’s song was a serpent—smooth, seductive, coiled in the marrow of our bones. It began in whispers: a hum beneath the wind, a sigh in the rustle of leaves. By the time we recognized its pull, it had already sunk fangs into the pack. 


The first to falter was Kael. I found him at dusk, staring into the forest with milky eyes, his claws buried in the trunk of an oak. “Can’t you hear her?” he rasped. “She’s *everywhere*.” Blood dripped from his ears as he tore at the bark, carving jagged runes only he understood. 


Isolde called it the *Eclipse Sickness*. “The goddess’s melody is a key,” she warned, her hands trembling as she scrubbed Kael’s symbols from the walls. “It’s unlocking something primal in us—memories, hungers, *regrets*.” 


The goddess's song