Bad Mate, Bully

or, the sofa was torn in several places, and a pungent smell filled the air. In the center of the

had never imagined that her mother could sink this low. The Samantha she remembers was loving, always trying to give h

alled, her voi

oody, irritable demeanor, but gradually, her drinking began to take over. Almost every night, Samantha would get drunk, disappearing fro

't change anything. She picked up the empty bottle and put it in a plastic bag to throw away lat

s spinning. Why are you scolding me this early?" She groaned, even though her eyes h

"I'm off to college." She cut the commotion short,

but she tried to ignore the tightness still pressing on her chest. College was the only p

t as she took a few steps, she saw two familiar figures standing at the end of the corridor: Agnes and Brix

erything changed when they each discovered their wolf identity. Agnes became a delta, while Brix became

an omega, she was at the bottom, which meant she had no

ed with satisfaction at the sight of Grace, who couldn't resist. Agnes gave her a condescending look a

tter how angry she was, she couldn't do anything about it.

spite the growing sting inside her. She handed over the assignment pape

h Brix, talking about things like Grace, which was nothing. To them, Grac

versity, she was always looked down upon. Labeled as 'the daughter of a drunken madwoman' and 'a use

ave, far away from everyone who looked down on her, and start a new li

escape those who always looked down on her. However, a nearby conversation caught her attention as she wa

so perfect," one of them said,

l alpha leader in the region. Lucas himself was a handsome, authoritative, and intelligent young alpha. No wonder so many people idolized him. Lucas has everything Grace

ility of becoming like him was impossible. Grace smiled bitterly, erasing the daydream from her mind.

different from usual. The house, usually cluttered with empty alcohol bottles, now looked neat. There were no more bo

race, her voice

the living room, making sure no one was around. But the room was empty. There

as going on? Grace couldn't help but feel dread slowly growing inside her chest. On one hand, she was relieved that the house f

ere there. The usually scattered bottles were gone, and their old photos were no l

one. Without her mother, without anyone to lean on. Even though her relationship with Samantha was

at the full moon shining brightly in the night sky. Her mind drifted back to Lucas Xanders. For some reason, the imag

swer. Where had his mother gone? What had happened? An

ain: she felt something big was about to