"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 obsidian fruits split open at dawn, birthing serpents with human eyes. They slithered through the grove, hissing prophecies in Nyxara’s voice. *“The key turns, the lock bleeds, the Drowned City wakes.”* By noon, three pups had vanished, their footprints ending at the edge of the cursed spring, now bubbling with saltwater and the stench of decay. 


Eden stood knee-deep in the fouled waters, his magic probing the depths. “There’s a current below. It’s pulling *toward* something.” 


“Thalassar’s domain,” Rhydian said, his scar-key shimmering like wet ink. “The Drowned City isn’t a myth. It’s his larder.” 


Selene’s remaining warriors encircled us, their spears tipped with jagged star-metal. “Your Vessel meddling poisoned the land,” she spat. “You tread water, or we stake your hearts to the mud.” 


The goddess snarled in my mind, but Nyxara’s laughter drowned her out. *“Let them try. Let me play.”* 


The merger