"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 moon hung low, swollen and jaundiced, as if the sky itself were sick. Three nights had passed since we’d caged Thalassar’s hunger inside us, and the weight of it festered like a splintered bone. My silver hair caught the pallid light as I paced the grove, the earth murmuring underfoot. The others thought the fissure was sealed. They didn’t feel the *itch* beneath their skin, the gnawing sense that Thalassar’s prison was a sieve, not a vault. 


Eden found me at dawn, his hands still bandaged from the ritual. “They’re gathering at the northern border,” he said, voice tight. “Selene’s pack. And others.” 


“Let them come.” The words weren’t mine. The goddess’s cadence bled into my speech, cold and regal. Eden flinched, and I forced myself to soften. “We’ll meet them.” 


The deal