Chapter 2.MOM OR ENEMY

(Ruth’s POV)

I thought my day would be easier today, but it seems to be worse. The wrenching feeling of pain that I feel every day makes me sick of living my miserable life.

Of all the werewolves out there, why did the moon goddess have to choose him as my mate? He's rude, heartless, and worse, he likes to bully me.

I just want a peaceful life without any problems or feeling any more heartache every day. Is it enough living my sickening life with my mother who hates me, and I have to be faced with a mate who also hates me?

It's not fair.

I want to be angry.

I want to protest.

But there's nothing I can do but surrender. At the very least, I have to be strong and endure to the end until I can pick up the happiness I've always wanted.

Yes, there's no way I'm going to continue suffering for the rest of my life, right?

Right, God?

You wouldn't let me live just to torture me, right?

I let out a long sigh as I got off the bus and walked toward home through the long road with forests stretching along the road on my right and left. While tightening my grip on my backpack, my footsteps felt very heavy heading towards one of the white bearcat houses that was only a few meters away.

A house that felt like hell.

"I hope I won't get into trouble again," I muttered while praying in my heart. I was already too tired to fight with my mom.

So, please... let this day pass easily.

"Where have you been, bitch!?"

My breath caught as I stepped into the house and my mother immediately swore at me. She was gyrating in front of me with her face red with anger.

"I just got home from school," I replied. I saw that the house had been cleared of all the trash and men lying around drunk. It seemed like Mom had cleaned everything up when I left the house to go to school.

She was angry with me because I didn't play the role of a servant well. Because all this time, she never thought of me as her daughter.

It's sad when your biological mother hates you and doesn't want you to live in this world to the point of almost killing me when I was still in her womb.

"As if going to school will make you a billionaire!" she scolded, "You don't know how many hours I have to clean this house and you dare to leave without my knowledge?!"

I bit my lower lip. "I'm sorry. I won't do that next time." I looked down. After all, if I spoke while looking at her, she would scold me even more and say that I wasn't being polite to him.

"Listen, Ruth. I didn't give birth to you to make me miserable. So, be useful!" I glanced at her as she stared at me intently. With both hands on her waist.

No matter how often I heard her speak harshly to me, I always felt hurt every time I heard it. And it always felt like a sharp knife slicing into my chest. The scars may have disappeared, but the pain lingered there and caused lingering trauma.

"Sorry." And stupidly, that was always the word that came out of my mouth.

A small vicious smile crept on her lips that made me feel disgusted. 

She approached me and whispered. "If you start selling your body, you might become a billionaire. Virgins and young girls are favored by rich men."

I gasped in shock. My eyes glazed over. I bit my lower lip, trying to keep my tears from falling. Despite the truth, my heart broke hearing his words.

"How could you say such a thing to your daughter?!" I squeezed my hand as a single tear fell down my cheek. No matter how much I tried to be strong, still, I always fell into helplessness.

"This bitch ... how dare you raise your voice when talking to me!" She slapped my face, grabbing my hair until I whimpered in pain.

"Argh, Mom! It hurts!" I winced in pain. My tears fell without a fight.

"Who taught you to raise your voice at me, huh?! What an ignorant daughter!" she scolded. She continued to slap my face, pushing me roughly to the floor until I whimpered in pain as my body hit the table behind me.

I hugged my body while crying.

"Go back to your room and get ready because we're going to Hugh's house!" she ordered as she threw a dress at me, roughly.

I stood up crying. Wiping my tears with the back of my hand as I walked up the wooden stairs to the second floor. I sobbed under the splashing water that drenched my body. It was quite soothing because I felt like I could vent all my pain and disappointment as the water poured over my body.

And no one would know my pain and cries because of the sound of the rushing water.

Why should I have been born if I have to receive this kind of mistreatment from my own family?

I froze in the bathtub like a fool. I didn't like meeting my mom's new boyfriends. They were the evil alphas who always belittled and bullied me. But, I couldn't do anything but do what my mom told me to do. 

They were recently in a relationship. And I had to present a good image every time in front of them. Acting like a harmonious family, when I'm not. It made me sick and disgusted with myself. And the memories of that day still haunt me. 

"I wish I could get out of this misery soon," I whispered. My voice trembled as I stared at the dress prepared by my mother.

I wished I could just finish college and live with the barbarians. I wanted to be independent and grow stronger, but I couldn't leave before the wolf in my life woke up.

And until then, I had to endure all the misery I was going through.

I picked up the dress and put it on. It felt so strange because I felt like this wasn't me. Having to act happy.

"Such a stupid clown with no self-respect," I chided while staring at my reflection in the mirror.

I shouldn't have been born in the first place so that I wouldn't have to endure such a sickening life. It was just a mistake. Because of me, my mom had to lose her mate, her family, and her freedom.

If it wasn't for my great-grandfather who forced my mother not to have an abortion, I wouldn't be in this world. He was the only family who loved me and told me to stay strong no matter what, and who provided for my education and my life.

And that was the reason why my mother didn't leave me even though my great-grandfather had died.

My tears fell again. I squeezed my sore chest. I missed him so much. If my great-grandfather was still around, at least he would have come to me and patted my shoulder while saying, it's okay because, in the end, I will meet my happiness.

And I've always held his words in my heart.

I gasped as I heard the car honking and forcing me back to reality. I got ready in a hurry and ran out of the room as my mom stood in the doorway glaring at me.

"So long," she scolded.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Listen, while you're there, behave yourself, and don't cause any trouble."

I nodded. "Okay. I understand."

She walked towards me, looking annoyed. I winced in pain as her hand squeezed my shoulder and whispered in my ear.

"I am really serious about selling you if you don't follow my orders. So, last warning,my baby girl."