"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

Ascension Sector isn’t a city. It’s a corpse. 


The skeletal remains of Primal Verse architecture jut from the earth like broken teeth, fused with bioluminescent vines that pulse in a rhythm mimicking a heartbeat. The air hums with residual energy—old Stormbearer training grids, still active, their frayed wires spitting arcs of blue lightning. Veyd leans against a rusted drone carcass, his breath shallow, skin waxy. The swamp’s poison is winning, black veins creeping up his neck. The Hunger stalks ahead, its shadow-form flickering with remnants of Lumen’s ore, now dull and corroded. *This place hates us*, it murmurs, the static in its voice fraying. 


The corpse