"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 Nyx’s demise is not peace—it’s a vacuum. 


The survivors huddle in the shadow of the derelict warship, their violet-tinged eyes darting toward the horizon where the Voidspire’s shadow once loomed. But Ankaur is not gone. It lingers in the cracks between their breaths, in the way the dust settles too slowly, in the hollow echo of footsteps where there should be sound. Ravel paces near the ship’s ruptured hull, her bandages frayed and her rifle slung low. She hasn’t spoken since the blast, but her silence is a language I’ve learned to parse: *This isn’t over.* 


The demise