AVA'S POV. 

"Ava!!" I heard my name loud and clear, and I jolted out from sleep. 

I groaned silently, knowing fully well that it was my mother's call that woke me up from sleep—

"Yes mother," I answered, going to her—

But it seemed the 'mother' I had just called her ignited a fire in her soul, and she glared at me angrily. 

"What did you just call me?" She asked with blazing eyes, as I gulped down nothing. 

"No..nothing ma," I stuttered, as her glare alone managed to send chills down my spine. 

"Did you wash the plates we used in eating?" She asked, and I felt my eyes widen. 

This was around 1am in the morning, and she woke me just to ensure that I had washed the plates. 

"Yes ma," I answered with my head bowed—

She looked around with creased brows, making me wonder if she was searching for a work to give me—

It seemed seeing me rest peacefully made her angry, and that's why she always enjoyed seeing me suffer. 

Suddenly, a smirk appeared on her face and she pointed at the garbage—

"Clear and clean that place thoroughly!" She ordered and I nodded simply. 

I didn't have the right to question her orders, else she'll deal with me and make me know why she's my mother. 

She shot me a deadly glare again, before leaving me alone in the world of my thoughts—

The tears which I had tried hard to control, began to flow freely down my cheeks—as I glanced at the place I was ordered to clean. 

"Why was my life different?" I questioned myself, staring into space. 

I quickly regained consciousness, and began to clean the place she had ordered me to clean....

When I was done, I rushed into my room in tears—

"It wasn't my fault, or was it?!" I couldn't help but ask myself. 

"Is it my fault that I don't have a wolf?" I couldn't help but ask myself in tears. 

My heart was too heavy, but I kept on breathing heavily—trying hard so my cried wouldn't be heard from outside. 

Being rejected at a little age was something else, because it was life draining. 

At the age of 5, I became a laughing stock in the pack—coupled with the fact that my parents hated me to the core.

It was a very heartbreaking time for me, but I had no one there to console me—

There was no friend in my life, no confidant or adviser—

There wasn't a glimmer of hope for me to hold on to, because there was no one I was living for. 

It was a very difficult phase of my life because I grew up without love—without care or without a guide. 

Being mocked was an understatement compared to what I faced every passing day—at times, I'll prefer passing a lonely road to avoid the hateful stares of mates. 

"What's my fault in all this?" I cried slowly, thinking of what I had faced in life. 

Lots and lots of times, I've always heard my mother say things like, "You are a disgrace to me—why would you want to spoil my reputation in this pack by coming out without a wolf," She always said to me, not minding how broken I do feel hearing those sorts of words from her. 

 "It's obvious that the goddess even abandoned you—because I see no reason why you'd become different from others," She said to me one certain day, and I couldn't hold my pin and anguish that I blurted out. 

 "But What was my fault in all this? I never went to ask for a situation like this—so why are you treating me like an outcast? Like I'm not your daughter?" I said and she lost it, Landing a heavy slap across my cheek. 

 "How dare you?!" She spat out angrily staring at me with that look on her face. 

 A deadly one—

 A look that do confuse me whether she's my mother or not. 

 While growing up, I've never seen my mother stare at me lovingly, but even for a second.

 My father wasn't excluded as he also made me feel unloved too—

 To them, their childless—

 But to me, I never considered myself an Orphan as I kept on looking up to them waiting for the time they'll change and accept me as their child. 

 Along the line, I gave up—

 I gave up waiting for them to accept me as their daughter.....

 But why does it seem that it was more to it??

 I was tired of being humiliated—also tired of being alone—

 "Oh Moon Goddess, What have I done to deserve this?" I cried to myself—finding it difficult to go back to sleep as my thoughts rummaged through different directions. 

 "What do I do to feel along?"

 "What do I also do to stop my mates from humiliating me?"

 "What do I do to earn my parents love?"

 I asked myself, but I couldn't provide an answer as it seemed that there was no way I was going to ever get out of that situation. 

 As I was still lost in thoughts, I heard my mother's scream—as I jolted up in shock. 

 The moment she saw me, she rolled her eyes and began to pull my hair. 

 "Please!!" I cried as I begged her to stop hurting me but she didn't even give me a listening ear. 

 That moment, I just wanted her to stop as my hair scalp was hurting like fire but she didn't hear my pleas one bit. 

 "Did you clean this place I ordered you to clean?" She pointed at the spot—

 I was about answering, when I turned to look at it— and the words got stuck on my throat. 

 "What??" I muttered in shock, staring at the spot with widened eyes.