"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

Ravel doesn’t scream when the sapling pierces her chest. She *laughs*, blood bubbling at the corners of her lips, her eyes locked on mine. “Told you… to burn it…” 


The golden root coiled around her heart pulses, its thorns burrowing deeper. The Mirror Queen watches, her static-twisted smile widening as Ravel’s veins bloom with emerald light. 


**“Don’t mourn her,”** the Queen croons. **“She’ll be more useful this way.”** 


I reach for Ravel, but the fractures splintering the sky *shift*, bending around me like a funhouse mirror. Reality itself recoils from my touch now—my hands half-storm, half-root, my skin shimmering with unstable gold. The survivors scatter, some fleeing into the wastes, others collapsing as the sapling’s song invades their minds. Only Veyd stands his ground, his mechanical eye whirring as it analyzes the chaos. 


**“Fascinating,”** he murmurs. **“You’re not just merging with the fractures—you’re *rewriting* them.”** 


The enemy at the back