All Chapters of The Rejected Chubby Luna Glows Black: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Dahlia's POVThe long hallway at Northmont High had always been my enemy. I never wanted to walk it, but I had no choice. Attending classes meant crossing it every day, and skipping classes would only bring a different kind of trouble. Most mornings I wished other students would ignore me. They never did, and I knew why. Nobody stays invisible when they take up as much space as I do. Subtlety had not been designed for size sixteen thighs. By the time I reached class, I was already tired, and the day had barely started.Northmont High was not built for girls like me. It was built for bloodlines, wolves who glowed with health and moved as though nothing in the world could embarrass them. I was Dahlia Reed, a human, and everyone knew it. I regret the day I walked through its gates every second, and I blamed my stepmom, who had done everything in her power to make sure I was accepted. Apparently, nothing says love like sending your human stepdaughter into a pack of wolves. Every day I w

Dahlia's POVWhat was wrong with me? I jerked upright the way people do in movies when they wake from a nightmare, wide-eyed and gasping, except this wasn't a movie, and I wasn't the slim girl with a mysterious past who gets rescued in the next scene. I was just me, fat and lonely and, as far as I could tell, completely losing my mind.Then I heard the voice again.[SYSTEM ONLINE. USER IDENTIFIED: MOON-BLESSED. STATUS: AWAKENING LOCKED POWERS …]Was I supposed to feel honored? Blessed? Enlightened? All I felt was queasy and thoroughly confused. Had I just awakened a system, the kind we'd been taught about in science class? That couldn't be real, could it?I clutched my pillow as if it were the only thing keeping me from a breakdown. A voice in my head was frightening enough, but this one was talking about powers as if I were the chosen one in some fantasy novel, and I half expected a fairy with a clipboard to appear and hand me a mission.I blinked at the ceiling. “Okay. What on earth

Dahlia's POVI couldn't say when I fell asleep, only that I must have, because the last thing I remembered was my body humming like a music box with the glow still moving over my skin. I'd missed dinner, and my stomach was making its protest known. I checked my bag and found half a pack of cream chips at the bottom.Dinner of champions.They were crushed and slightly stale, which suited the day. I ate a few, tossed the rest aside, and curled into a ball like a dog on a shelter poster, except that instead of looking sad I was glowing, literally.A soft knock woke me, which was almost more suspicious than a loud one. I dragged myself over, cracked the door open, and blinked.A girl stood there with wide brown eyes, a big smile, and hair tied up in two small buns on top of her head, as if she'd stepped out of a cartoon. She held a suitcase in one hand and a drink pouch in the other, which made her look like she was moving in and heading to a picnic at the same time.“Hi! Oh my gosh, you

Dahlia's POVI didn't know what the system had planned for the fools who'd followed me out of class, but I'd learned to trust it. After everything it had done for me so far, I was certain it wouldn't let me down, and I was curious, even eager, to see what it had in store for them. I kept walking without looking back, careful not to act like someone who knew she was being followed.Somewhere behind me, Soraya was screaming my name. She was probably looking for me so we could walk back to the dorm together, but I couldn't answer her. I couldn't pull her into my problems when she didn't have a system the way I did, so I kept going and led the guys deeper into the woods, to the same place where I'd met Kyren the night before. My heart was beating hard, though not from fear, and as I walked I asked the system what it had in mind.[WRESTLING ABILITIES ACTIVATED. SYSTEM ADVISES HOST TO WRESTLE HOSTILES.]The rush of skill and boldness that followed was almost alarming. I could hardly believe

Author's NarrationDahlia woke up to silence, the kind that presses against ears. She hadn't expected to wake up in her dorm room, or anywhere else in the school that felt safe, because she knew exactly where what happened earlier would land her: the interrogation room.The room was round and buried deep in the heart of Northmont High, and hardly anyone knew it was there. Only the few students who'd been called in for questioning had ever seen it, and they'd all been warned not to repeat a word of what was said inside, not even to their parents, unless the school decided to bring their parents in.A ring of pale light hung over the room without so much as a flicker. Chairs were set in a wide arc in front of Dahlia, five of them taken and one still empty. Whoever was meant to sit there hadn't arrived yet, and it looked like nothing would start until the fellow did. Dahlia knew the faces of the elders in the room, though she'd never seen most of them in person, only in photos.In the mi