Elmielos

"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

Auroras bleed into Oblivion’s shadow, staining the snow violet and black. The new Altar dominates the horizon, its spire a jagged fang piercing the sky. Eden walks ahead, his void-eye leaving trails of darkness that writhe like serpents before dissolving. Jara keeps her distance, her newly etched knife gleaming with glyphs she doesn’t understand. The vial of Veyd’s dust hangs heavy around my neck, its hum a fragile tether to the man who was more than circuitry and sarcasm. 


**“The First Stormbearer,”** Eden murmurs, his voice layered with the replica’s hollow timbre. **“She’s close.”** 


Jara spits into the snow. **“Yeah? Let her come. I’ve got a gift for ancient bastards who fuck with kids.”** 


The shadow