"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 Shattered Vale was a wound in the earth, a jagged chasm where the First Wolves were said to have clawed their way into existence. Its cliffs glistened with veins of star-metal, and the air hummed with the echoes of ancient howls. Kelly stood at the edge, her trinity mark throbbing in rhythm with the valley’s pulse. Beside her, Jason surveyed the terrain, his Alpha instincts bristling. 


“This place reeks of death,” he muttered, claws unsheathed. 


“Not death,” Kelly corrected. “*Rebirth*. The First Wolves didn’t just die here—they were *forged*.” 


The revelation had come from a crumbling codex hidden beneath the grove’s heartstone, its pages etched by a long-dead scholar of the Ouroboros Clan. The text spoke of the Vale as a crucible, a place where primordial forces had melded flesh and shadow to create the wolf-kind. But it also warned of the *Eclipse Crown*, a relic buried in the Vale’s depths, capable of severing curses... or magnifying them. 
