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

It paints the tundra in false dawns, auroras shimmering like fresh scars. The ground beneath us breathes, a slow, rhythmic heave that Jara calls *the Veil’s pulse*. She walks ahead, her limp pronounced, the golden stain on her bandages a cruel mimicry of Lumi’s light. My body hums with unstable energy—starlight seeping from latticework scars, the shadow’s growl a bassline beneath my ribs. 


**“There,”** Jara says, pointing to a fracture in the horizon. Not a mountain, but a *tear*: a vertical rift where the sky peels back like burned parchment, revealing a void stitched with veins of liquid time. **“Another fucking paradox.”** 


**“No,”** I mutter. **“Not this time.”** 


The Veil