Chapter 2 The Help Doesn't Know Their Place

Evelyn's POV

Judy was wearing her cheerleading uniform, which featured an extremely short blue and white miniskirt. She had a colorful ribbon wrapped around her neck that made her look rather alluring.

She was lounging in a chair as her rabid admirers waited on her, massaging her shoulders and serving her water.

Everyone was praising Judy for the drinks and things she'd supposedly provided, calling her the school's nicest, most outstanding she-wolf. What they didn't know was that I'd bought all of it.

In my previous lifetime, the words Wyatt had said to me left me with a strong sense of inadequacy and inferiority.

He'd eyed me derisively and declared, "Apart from having money, Evelyn, what else is there about you that's worthy of praise? What else do you have to offer that makes it worthwhile for us to befriend you?"

Because of that, and so that I could make more friends, I got my family to sponsor all of the school's activities. I left it to Wyatt, who'd made the suggestion, to handle all of the purchasing.

However, Wyatt informed all our classmates that it was Judy who had paid for everything.

Moreover, Wyatt and Judy always attended all the events and activities together. Whenever someone asked them about their relationship, they would claim to be just friends.

In reality, in everyone's eyes, the way the two of them constantly looked out for each other made them seem like the perfect couple.

Wyatt's favoritism for Judy had always been this obvious. Why had the old me been so blind to that?

I'd even foolishly taken the fact that he treated me like his servant and made me run errands for him as a sign that he had a good relationship with me. After all, why else did he not ask anyone but me to do these things for him?

Now, blessed by the chance of rebirth from the Moon Goddess, I finally understood that unconditional sacrifice would only lead to others bullying me even more viciously.

It was only when I possessed true strength myself that others would show me genuine respect.

"Hey, pig! Hurry up and do what Wyatt told you to do. Go get the food!" Steven Weaver, who often played basketball with Wyatt, snapped at me.

"Don't do that, Steven," Wyatt pretended to chide him.

However, he turned to me and said impatiently, "Stop being difficult, Evelyn. Who else treats you well, besides me?"

Wyatt's show of standing up for me made me laugh.

He and his father, Mark Smith, who was my family's chauffeur, relied on my money for a living. What gave him the audacity to demand that I run errands for him?

After casting a scornful glance at my body, Wyatt instructed as if it were for my sake, "Get a move on! Just think of it as exercise to lose some of your fat."

He even nodded in a self-satisfied manner, as if he'd done me a favor.

Judy walked over to Wyatt and said, "That wouldn't be nice. I can't always trouble Evelyn like that. I'm sure she has her own things to do. I can get the food myself."

It sounded like she was coming to my defense in a kind, considerate manner. However, while the others weren't looking, she was glaring at me maliciously.

Wyatt cast an approving look at Judy before turning back to me in contempt. "To her, nothing is more important than what I need her to do. She'll even cry in sadness if you try to stop her from doing it. Isn't that right, Evelyn?"

Well, he was right. The old me would always hurry off like a pathetic Omega whenever he gave me an order.

The school cafeteria only allowed students to buy lunch there at a specific time. Without needing a reminder from Wyatt, I would always buy two servings—one for him and one for me.

But whenever Wyatt found out that Judy had missed the lunch window, he'd give his serving to Judy. I would then voluntarily give mine to him. I'd rather starve than see him go hungry.

Not only did my earnest devotion to Wyatt not garner any of his respect or care in return, but I even got the moniker "pig".

"Hey, pig. Why haven't you gone to buy the food yet? You'd better watch it. Wyatt might punish you! You don't really think he's going to fall for the likes of you, do you?" Steven sneered.

Curious, I blinked and asked, "What am I like?"

The old me didn't care what others thought of me. All that mattered was that Wyatt liked me. But now, I was gripped with the desire to find out what the others' opinion of me was.

"You're the daughter of an Omega who comes to school with Young Master Wyatt! Don't tell me you spend every single day fantasizing about getting marked by Wyatt and becoming his mate. Don't forget that an Omega's daughter will only ever be a lowly Omega!

"Your master only lets you attend school because he trusts you. You should be grateful and not disobey his orders!" Steven declared arrogantly, his voice full of contempt for me.

Mimicking his tone, I asked calmly, "Are you sure I'm an Omega's daughter?"

My father was the Alpha of the Silvermoon pack. Wyatt was just the son of my family's chauffeur!

He was only allowed to bend the rules and ride with me to school because I liked him. But in everyone's eyes, he was the master, while I was the servant?

The misunderstandings grew out of my tolerance of such treatment in the past, but now, I felt it was time for me to set things back on track.

"What else would you be? Hurry up and get the food, Evelyn. If you take too long, Wyatt will be angry," Judy reminded.

Although she spoke in a kind and gentle manner, she was basically confirming my identity as a servant.

With a mocking smirk, I got ready to reveal my true identity to them.