All Chapters of THE REJECTED LUNA IS BACK : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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PROLOGUE

CAMILAThe altar was meant to be the beginning of my forever.Instead, it became the place where I was left to die.The ceremonial hall was empty.No guests.No elders.No witnesses.Only rows of half-burned candles lining the stone walls, their flames flickering weakly as melted wax pooled at their bases. Smoke hung in the air, heavy and bitter, clinging to my lungs with every shallow breath I took. The vast space echoed with nothing but my own uneven breathing, each sound swallowed by the ancient stone.I stood alone at the center of the altar.Barefoot. Human. Trembling.The ritual circle beneath me glowed a faint, merciless blue, carved with runes I didn’t fully understand—symbols meant for wolves, for sacred bonds, for beings far stronger than I would ever be. They pulsed slowly, rhythmically, as if the floor itself had a heartbeat.Or perhaps it was syncing with mine.Sebastian’s hand had been in mine only moments ago.I could still feel the ghost of his touch—warm, steady, reas

1: THE HUMAN GIRL

CAMILAEverything started three years ago—though sometimes it feels like my life began long before that, the moment the world decided I was disposable.I don’t remember being born. I don’t remember warm arms or lullabies or a name whispered with love. What I remember—what I’ve been told—is that I was found in a trashcan behind an underground club, wrapped in rags soaked with rain and rot, crying so weakly that most people must have thought I was already dying.The woman who found me wasn’t my mother. Not really.She was human, like me, but that was the only thing we shared.She worked in underground clubs owned by wolves—dark places hidden beneath cities and forests, where smoke curled thick in the air and power was bought with bodies and silence. She was a drug addict. Alcohol clung to her skin like a second scent, sharp and sour, mixed with cheap perfume and desperation. Wolves laughed around her. Men and women who were stronger, faster, born sacred looked at her like entertainment

2: ANOMALY

CAMILABy the time the first bell rang, I already understood one thing clearly.Lunaris Academy was beautiful—but it was not kind.The classroom was carved from pale stone and dark wood, sunlight filtering through tall arched windows etched with ancient runes. Desks were arranged in tiers, each seat engraved with symbols tied to a student’s race. Wolves sat together, radiating confidence. Fairies hovered near perches built into the walls. Witches clustered with stacks of spellbooks. Vampires lingered at the back, half in shadow.And me?I was seated alone.My desk was smaller, plainer. No runes. No magic-etched surface. Just wood.Human accommodations.I swallowed and straightened my spine, refusing to shrink.Professor Aurelion entered without sparing me a glance. He was a wolf—silver hair, sharp eyes, authority etched into every movement. The room quieted instantly.“Open your core texts,” he ordered.A ripple of movement followed. Heavy tomes thudded onto desks. Books bound in leat

3: AFFECTION

CAMILA By the third day, I stopped pretending I didn’t understand what was happening. Lunaris Academy did not reject me openly. That would have been simple—clean, even. If they had told me outright that humans didn’t belong here, I could have fought it. Argued. Proved myself. Instead, they did something far more effective. They erased me. Liliana Blackthorn never raised her voice at me. She never shoved me, never insulted me directly, never dirtied her hands with cruelty. She didn’t need to. Her presence alone was enough to set things in motion, like a single command whispered to a well-trained pack. It began the moment she entered a room. Her friends—wolves from powerful families, girls who wore confidence like a crown—would straighten, eyes flicking toward her for approval. And then, almost imperceptibly, their attention would shift to me. The human. My chair was missing when I arrived for morning lecture. When I asked where it was, one of the girls blinked innocent

4: DOUBTS

CAMILAI thought dating Sebastian would make me really happy. I had imagined it countless times in my head—walking together in the gardens, laughing at the little things, maybe even feeling like I belonged somewhere for once. And at first, it was bliss. For the first time in my life, I felt warmth that wasn’t fleeting. He noticed me, truly noticed me. His eyes followed me when I entered a room. His words were careful and kind. The first time he held my hand, I felt like maybe this world wasn’t so harsh after all.But happiness is fragile. I realized that too late.It started subtly. A glance missing here, a distracted smile there. A brush of his hand that lingered too briefly. And then—inevitably—it became obvious. Sebastian would leave me. Frequently. Without explanation. Not for classes, not for training. For Liliana. His sister. Every time she needed him, he vanished. And it was never quick. Never a short goodbye. It was hours, sometimes a whole afternoon.At first, I told myself I

5: FAUX KINDNESS

CAMILAThe next day it was the silence that the first thing I noticed.Not the peaceful kind—the kind that wrapped gently around you and let you breathe—but the uneasy, watchful silence that felt like it was holding its breath.When I stepped into the classroom that morning, I instinctively braced myself.I waited for the sound of paper hitting my back.For the sharp scrape of a chair deliberately shoved into my path.For the laughter—soft or loud, it didn’t matter—that usually followed my arrival.None of it came.I paused just inside the doorway, fingers tightening around the strap of my worn bag. The scent of chalk and polished wood filled the air, mixed faintly with the metallic tang that always lingered in a room full of wolves. My heart beat too fast, like it didn’t trust what my eyes were seeing.No one looked at me.At least—not openly.A few students glanced up, then quickly away. Some leaned closer to their friends and whispered, but their voices stayed low. I caught fragmen

6: WOLF WITH ANGEL WINGS

CAMILA By the third day, I learned the rules of survival. Liliana Blackthorn was kind. At least, that was what everyone believed. She smiled at me every morning as if we were old friends. Her voice was gentle, her manners flawless, her concern always perfectly timed. She greeted me by name in the hallways, sometimes even slowing her steps to walk beside me when Sebastian was near. Her fingers would rest lightly on his arm, her presence radiating warmth and grace, like an angel descended among wolves. And everyone adored her for it. “She’s so merciful,” I overheard a witch murmur once. “Imagine, looking after a mere human,” another replied. “She didn’t have to, but she chose to.” Merciful. That word followed her like a blessing. I felt it too—the shift in the air whenever Liliana acknowledged me publicly. The hostility I used to face outright didn’t disappear, but it changed shape. It softened, hid itself behind politeness and smiles. The blatant cruelty became whispers, the

7: ACCIDENTS

CAMILA Alchemy was unforgiving. Unlike theory or history, it did not care about intent or effort. It demanded obedience—exact measures, perfect timing, steady hands. Any deviation was punished without mercy. I arrived early, as I always did, choosing a seat near the back of the room where the shadows felt safer. The stone tables were cold beneath my palms, etched with runes that pulsed faintly, alive with dormant magic. The air smelled sharp and bitter, layered with crushed herbs and volatile minerals. Glass vials glimmered on the shelves, some glowing faintly, others swirling with unnatural motion. I forced myself to breathe slowly. I had studied this lesson carefully. I could do this. When Liliana entered, the atmosphere changed. She moved with effortless grace, her presence drawing eyes, admiration trailing her like a blessing. She smiled when she saw me, her expression warm, almost fond. “Good morning, Camila,” she said, pulling out the chair beside mine. “May I?” I nodded,

8: SORRY

CAMILA Its been 2 hours since the incident...2 hiurs of non stop nagging from the professor infront of me by the time the alchemy professor finally dismissed me, my legs were trembling. I had stood there for hours. Long enough for the ache in my shoulder to deepen into something heavy and constant, long enough for the burns on my hands to throb until every heartbeat felt like a reminder of how careless I had been allowed to be. The lecture itself blurred together—words about responsibility, discipline, and limitations repeating until they no longer felt directed at my actions, but at my existence. “Alchemy does not bend to intent,” the professor said calmly, as if explaining something obvious. “It bends only to competence.” I nodded. I apologized. I stood there and listened while Lady Blackthorn’s name was spoken with concern and mine was spoken with disappointment. When I was finally released, the room felt too large, too empty. I bowed, murmured my thanks, and stepped into the

9: FRIENDS

CAMILA Something changed after the incident. It wasn’t sudden, and it wasn’t announced. There was no apology made in front of a crowd, no dramatic declaration that everything was different now. But the sharpness in the air dulled, just a little, and for the first time since arriving at Lunaris Academy, I could walk through the halls without bracing myself for impact at every step. Liliana stopped openly glaring at me. More than that—she smiled. She greeted me in the mornings when Sebastian was nearby, her voice warm, her expression soft. Sometimes she even asked how my hands were healing, her concern delicate and perfectly measured. She never touched me again the way she had before. Never pinched, never whispered too close to my ear. If I didn’t know better, I might have believed she truly meant it. Sebastian noticed too. “You seem… lighter lately,” he said one afternoon as we walked from class together. His tone was casual, friendly in a way that still surprised me. “I’m glad

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