Chapter 44. We Knew What to Feel

Messy. Everything was getting so messy.

You know, when I was younger and used to be burdened with a thousand chores per day, I used to think about the people of the higher class. I used to imagine that they were just in their big fancy houses, with absolutely no problems. 

I used to believe that they never had fights, that everything was just sunshine and rainbows. I used to believe that they had perfect lives and that we, omegas, or orphans, were the ones who had to endure all the trouble of life. 

Sometimes, I sincerely believed that the Moon goddess was unfair. Like, why would she bless all the other werewolves of high stature with everything they needed and more?!

Power, money, fame, success. They had it all. And all we had were barely the scraps. 

But now, seeing how the Villa was