"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 silence after the storm was a liar. 


Three days after Selene’s failed coup, the first plague bloomed. Not rot or ruin, but something far crueler: *memory*. Wolves began collapsing mid-hunt, convulsing as visions of ancestors they’d never met flooded their minds. A young warrior named Lira clawed her eyes out, screaming about a fire that burned the Silverclaw forests a century past. Another drowned himself in the river, begging forgiveness for a massacre his great-grandfather had committed. 


Isolde called it *the Echo*. “The Veil isn’t just stable—it’s *amplifying*,” she said, her fingers trembling as she unspooled threads of magic from a victim’s aura. “Every sin, every secret… it’s all bleeding through.” 


Rhydian, still hollowed from sacrificing the First Pack’s essence, stared at his scarless chest. “This isn’t the Veil’s doing. It’s *hers*.” 


The mysterious trade