"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 storm isn’t a storm—it’s a *mouth*. 


A vast, yawning chasm splits the horizon, its edges lined with jagged teeth of obsidian and starlight. The air hums with a subsonic growl, the ground trembling as if the earth itself is being digested. Eden staggers, his scars now blackened fissures leaking a viscous, iridescent fluid that hisses where it strikes the soil. The melody in him is no longer a hum—it’s a *drone*, a dirge that makes my teeth ache. 


“It’s not the Maestro,” he says, voice fraying. “It’s… hungrier.” 


A stench rolls over us—decayed meat and burnt sugar. Shapes writhe in the darkness below, too large and too many-limbed to name. Eden grips my arm, his fingers slick with that strange fluid. “We can’t fight this.” 


The chasm