"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 girl steps forward, her face a mirror of Ravel’s—sharp jawline, storm-gray eyes, the same scar slicing through her brow—but her posture is all wrong. Too rigid, too calculated. Her gaze locks onto mine, and the static in my chest *twists*, like a key turning in a rusted lock. 


Eleanor’s smile widens. **“Meet Nessa. Your sister, your shadow, your reckoning.”** 


Ravel’s knife is already drawn, her voice a growl. “What the hell is this?” 


Nessa tilts her head, mimicking Ravel’s combat stance. **“I’m the solution,”** she says, her voice layered with a mechanical hum. **“The Architects’ answer to your… unpredictability.”** 


The crimson star pulses overhead, casting the wasteland in bloodied light. I step between them, static crackling at my fingertips. “If you’re here to fight, get in line. If you’re here to talk, spit it out.” 


Nessa’s eyes narrow. **“You’re wasting time. The Convergence is already beginning.”** 
