"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 worse than the screaming. 


Ash fell like gray snow, coating the scorched earth where the Hollowshriek had fallen. My hands—human again, but mapped with fresh scars—trembled as I knelt to retrieve the doll. Its button eyes were melted, one arm torn, straw stuffing leaking from the seams. The girl’s terror lingered in the stitches, a whisper even the Voidmother couldn’t steal. 


Kael limped to my side, his breath ragged. A gash ran down his flank, oozing dark blood that smelled of iron and something sharper, like burnt ozone. “She’ll come for you,” he said, voice low. “Breaking a pact with the Voidmother isn’t something you walk away from.” 


I tucked the doll into my belt. “Then let her come.” 


The saplings' attack