My Broken Human Luna

Chaotic Family

Ariel’s P.O.V.

“You should eat something, Ariel. You ate almost nothing in the past five days. You can’t give up on yourself like this, girl.” Martha spoke to me in a worried tone. I wiped my tears from my cheeks again and looked at her. “I don’t have any will to live, Martha. For whom should I live, huh? I ….. I have no one now,” I replied to her in a choked tone, and tears started falling from my eyes again. I didn’t know for how long I was crying, but it seemed like an eternity to me.

We buried Vincent two days ago, and that was the last straw for my sanity. Vincent was an orphan, and I was his only family. I could say that he was also my only active family member, and now I had no one beside me. “You still have your life, love…. An… and love always goes on….we have to move on…. No… no matter what the situation is in front of us. Do you think Vincent can stay peacefully in heaven if you are like this here, huh?” Stella asked me in a worried tone, and I sobbed aloud.

“This is not going to work like this,” Martha muttered, and then she pulled me up harshly by grabbing my arm. “Get up… go… and freshen up… you are eating with us… and this is final,” she almost dragged me towards the bathroom. “Martha,” I wanted to protest when Stella interrupted me. “She is right, girl…. You are eating with us… now be a good girl… go…and freshen up,” Stella backed up Martha in a stern voice.

I felt dizzy when I tried to walk but managed to keep my balance. I stopped in front of the bathroom door while looking at both my friends with pitiful eyes. They crossed their hands in front of their chests while glaring at me. It was my cue to be an obedient girl and do whatever they were asking me to do. I had lost my desire to live, but I loved my friends so much. I entered the bathroom with a heavy heart. For the past five days, they haven’t left my side even for a second. They took care of everything on my behalf, as I was not in the right state of mind to even think properly.

I went straight to the sink, and put my hands on the edge of the sink. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and smiled bitterly. Why was I still alive? What's the use of my life now, huh? After Vincent, there is no motivation for me now. I felt tears in my eyes again, but I wiped them from the corner of my eyes immediately. In the past five days, I didn’t know when I fell asleep or when I ate or drank something. Even at the time of burial, I was a living corpse. They buried Vincent in front of my eyes, and all I could do at that time was cry, and cry.

Yeah… this was the only thing that I had been doing for the past five days. I closed my eyes and a light sob escaped from my lips one more time. I opened the tap and splashed some water on my face. The coldness of the water gave some relief to my aching eyes. I had dark circles all around my eyes, my eyes were red and puffy because of continuous weeping. I brushed my teeth and decided to take a quick shower. I looked at Vincent’s brush in the holder with blank eyes while brushing my teeth. Martha and Stella wanted to remove all his belongings, but I refused.

These belongings were the only thing that could make me feel connected with him. After brushing my teeth, I stripped off and stood up under the shower. The cold water hit my aching nerves, making me feel relief. After taking a shower, I wrapped a body towel around my chest and walked out of the bathroom. I jerked my head backward in confusion when I saw my friends’ gloomy faces. I walked towards the cupboard, and they just stared at me.

“What is it, girls?” I asked them while taking out my clothes. I heard Stella sigh aloud. “Your father is calling you continuously,” she answered me, and I snapped my head towards her in shock while stopping whatever I was doing. “My father? Are you sure?” I asked them, and they both scoffed. “Unfortunately, the answer is yes, my love. He called you four times when you were inside the bathroom,” Martha answered me this time in a bitter tone.

They knew that my relationship with my family almost didn’t exist. I didn’t remember when was the last time that I talked with my father or someone else in the family. I took a deep breath and continued putting my clothes on. “I am going to bring something for us to eat. Drink this juice first,” Stella instructed me while going towards the door. I nodded and finished dressing up. My hair was still wet, and I let them dry naturally.

I was about to reach the bed again when my phone on the nightstand started ringing again. “Not again,” Martha muttered angrily, and stood up from the bed after throwing the pillow that she had on her lap on the other side of the bed. It was clear that it was my father again. I picked up the phone and saw the name appear on the screen with blank eyes. I left home five years ago, and my father called me only twice during these years. I am sure that he called only to know if I was alive or not.

I picked up the call and put the phone on my ear. “I am still alive,” I said to my father in a cold tone. Martha went to the dresser and picked a comb. “You have to come back home, Ariel,” his statement took me off guard. “Home? Who's home, dad? I am sitting at home right now,” I answered him in a mocking tone this time. Everything that I had bottled up inside my chest, my anger towards him, my frustration towards his family, my sadness due to Vincent’s death…. Everything seemed to come together, which is reflected in my tone now.

“You know very well that this is your home, Ariel,” he replied to me in a stern tone, and I scoffed bitterly. “That place is your home, Dad, where you live with your beloved mate and dear daughter. I was no one to you, I am no one to you, and I will be no one to you… so stop referring to that place as my home,” I answered him in the most bitter tone that I could muster up.

There was silence at his side, and I decided to hang up. This was the longest conversation that we have had in the past five years. I was about to hang up when I heard his voice again, making me put the phone back in my ear. Martha was now combing my hair gently. “I need your help, Ariel. I really need you here. If you can’t come here… the whole pack will be destroyed in no time,” he said in a low tone this time. I bit my lower lip while processing what he said.

“Please come here, Ariel…. Please,” he pleaded this time, and I took a deep breath. I was about to say that his pack was not my concern. He was an alpha, and it was his duty to keep his pack safe, not mine. I was a human and had my share of insults and humiliation when I was in the pack. “I have a job to take care of, Dad. I will be there only for a few hours by tomorrow evening, and will be back the next morning,” I told him in a stern tone, and before he could say anything else, I hung up.

“Are you really going?” Martha immediately asked me in disbelief. I sighed and slumped my shoulders down. “I have some stuff there that belongs to my deceased mother. I want to get them back,” I told her, explaining the real reason for my visit there. “Oh…. Do you want us to come with you?” she asked me in a worried tone, making me smile while moving my face towards her as she was sitting behind me on the bed. “Thanks, love… but I am good. Just secure a job for me. I guess I need a distraction to come out of my sorrow, and work is the best remedy,” I replied to her, and she passed me a sympathetic smile.

I smiled back and moved my face in front of me again. The thing was that I couldn’t take any of them to my father’s pack. They didn’t know that my father was a werewolf and an alpha of the Midnight Pack. Yeah… that sounds cliché, right? But this was the bitter truth of my life. My mother was a human, and she married my father after finishing their graduation. Everything was going perfectly in our lives until my father found his fated mate when I was five years old.

I still remember that day when my father came back home with a woman, declaring that he had found his fated mate, and that he couldn’t reject her because of his wolf. My mother was Luna of the Pack, but everything changed after that day. I remember all those nights when my mother cried silently in her room. She tried to persuade my father so many times to reject his fated mate, but he didn’t listen to her. My mother was from a normal human family, whereas his fated mate, Ruby, was an alpha daughter, and from a wealthy pack.

My mother asked my father to divorce her so that she could go back with me, but he refused. He didn’t want to leave my mother either but closed his eyes on the treatment that we were getting after he declared Ruby as his Luna. He was nothing but a pathetic ba****d. My mother couldn’t bear the humiliation, and committed suicide, leaving me alone to bear everything. The pack felt pity for me and for my mother, but they couldn’t go against their alpha. After that, my life was a living hell there. They teased me and mocked me for being a human among all the werewolves behind my father's back.

My stepmother was another story, though. She never hated me, and she was the one who always protected me from anyone who looked down on me for being a human instead of my father. She was also angry with my father for not divorcing my mother. She thought that my father was the one who pushed my mother to the edge. I didn't know how many times she had asked for my forgiveness. I was just a child, but I could feel her sincerity and her regret.

Things changed after Sapphire came into the picture. My father showered all his love on her because she was a werewolf. My stepsister was seven years younger than me, but she started playing victim cards as soon as she turned five, making me a bad person in front of everyone. I was twelve at that time. I endured everything for more than four years, but it got worse with every passing day. Ruby was helpless in front of her daughter, and my father loved Sapphire so much that he always scolded me, and humiliated me in front of anyone whenever Sapphire told him that I harassed her.