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

The Shatterspire is a hall of mirrors. 


Its obsidian surface fractures the sky into a mosaic of splintered realities—each shard reflecting a version of us that never was. Jara limps beside me, her shoulder wound seeping gold-tinged blood, her gaze avoiding the reflections where Lumi still walks alive. The shadow inside me thrums, its voice a discordant harmony of Hunger’s growl and Echo’s fading hum. 


**“Don’t look,”** I warn, but Jara’s already frozen before a mirror. 


In it, she cradles Lumi, her knife clean, the tundra lush and unbroken. **“We could’ve had this,”** she whispers. 


The reflection’s Lumi turns, her eyes voids. **“You let me die.”** 


The Spire’s interior is a labyrinth of paradox. 
