Chapter 4 Who Is the Real Servant

Evelyn's POV

I smoothed the creases out of my clothes, sat down, and flashed a dazzling smile as I said, "Sure."

Then, I pulled out my glasses from my bag and put them on before getting my books ready for the next class.

The merciful Moon Goddess had given me a second chance, and I was going to use my own strength to protect everyone who loved me.

Anna Savage, one of Judy's sidekicks, abruptly stood up. She wore a red-and-blue cheerleading outfit. Her long, honey-toned legs gleamed in the sunlight.

Her voice was sharp and mocking as she snapped at me, "You've got quite the nerve! How dare you disobey Young Master Wyatt's orders!"

"Who is he that I must obey his orders?" I remarked nonchalantly as I flipped through my textbook.

I was no longer the teenage she-wolf who was obsessed with Wyatt and willing to forego all of my pride just to please him.

To the current me, the most important thing was to throw myself back into my studies and become more powerful. I wasn't going to let myself be the butt of anyone's jokes anymore. I had to change the fate that led to Father's tragic death and our pack being seized by the wicked.

However, I'd long since forgotten everything I'd studied in school. I needed to hurry up and pick everything up again.

"The kind Young Master Wyatt has allowed an Omega like you to study with us, but that doesn't mean you can disobey your master!" Anna declared, her tone laced with arrogance and contempt.

To me, she sounded like a dog I used to raise, who would try to gain my attention and affection by making a whole lot of ruckus.

Back then, I wanted to prove to Father that I wasn't some fragile doll who needed to be protected but a warrior who could help him defend the pack. Because of that, I decided to keep my identity a secret while attending the Alliance Academy, so that I could undergo a stricter training regimen.

Chuckling, I shook my head. I didn't want to argue with Anna over such petty matters.

But at the very next second, my new textbook was snatched away and tossed onto the floor.

Only then did I look at the furious Anna. She stood there with her hands on her hips, stomping on my textbook with her shoes as she snapped, "You're just a servant working for Wyatt's family! You didn't even obey his order when he told you to buy lunch for your future mistress.

"Look at you now, pretending to study like everyone else. Can you even understand what you're reading?"

With a mocking smirk, I slowly looked at Wyatt, who was standing beside Judy, and asked softly, "Wyatt, did you tell everyone I'm your servant?"

Wyatt's POV

When Evelyn looked at me like that, I felt as if an Alpha were staring me down. There was a domineering pressure in her gaze that didn't allow for anyone to challenge her.

"I can't believe you let that useless loser without her own wolf intimidate you," Marcus, my wolf who was attuned to my thoughts, mocked me.

He was right. Evelyn still hadn't awakened her wolf spirit yet. So what if she had a more noble standing in the pack? In the end, she would still have to rely on me, who was strong and powerful.

I stared at Evelyn with a steely gaze. There was even a hint of derision in my eyes.

I had never revealed Evelyn's family background in front of our classmates, nor had I ever mentioned my own.

However, everyone noticed that I was able to ride up to the school in a car. To strengthen the young werewolves' bodies, the Alliance Academy had made it a rule that all ordinary werewolves had to travel to school on foot. Only the Alpha's heir had the special privilege of being driven to school.

Besides, Evelyn had never once disobeyed any of my orders. She was like an obedient little pet, bending entirely to my will.

It was completely reasonable for our classmates to misunderstand our identities, and why should I bother correcting them?

Was I supposed to tell them that they were wrong? That my father was a chauffeur who worked for Evelyn's family, and I was just the son of a chauffeur?

That if it hadn't been for Evelyn, I wouldn't have the right to ride to school in a car, either?

But even then, so what?

Evelyn liked me because I was the toughest werewolf in the pack—the earliest among the younger generation to awaken my wolf spirit and become a warrior for the pack!

All of this was meant to be mine!

Thus, I puffed out my chest and slowly walked toward Evelyn. After taking my seat, which was next to hers, I forcibly reined in my anger and said with feigned tenderness, "It doesn't matter if you didn't get it. It's just lunch. Where's mine?"

I could understand why Evelyn didn't get any food for Judy. A young she-wolf's jealousy was just as terrifying as a rabid rogue.

Knowing what Evelyn was like, she would always buy an extra serving for me whenever she got food. She couldn't say anything if I gave Judy the serving meant for me, right?

However, Evelyn continued to just sit there with a calm expression as she slowly said something that enraged me.

"I ate it."

"You ate it? You ate both servings?" I questioned as I stared at Evelyn in shock. "You really are a pig! How can you even finish two servings of food?"

I glared at Evelyn. I couldn't believe that she, who'd always obeyed my orders, had dared to defy me! My anger was about to consume all of my reason, but she continued to look completely unbothered.

The indifference in her voice felt completely foreign to me as she replied, "I can eat as much as I want with my own money. It's just two servings of lunch. I can even eat 20 or 200 of them.

Just then, I heard one of our classmates mutter, "Your own money? You're spending the money Wyatt gave you!"

That was the last straw for me. I couldn't hold in my temper any longer. I flipped the desk over and wagged my finger at her, snarling, "I was going to forgive you, Evelyn, but you keep provoking me time and time again! Let's see how long you can maintain this attitude of yours. Don't come crying to me, begging me to forgive you!"

Satisfied with the stunned looks on everyone's faces, I grabbed my things and sat down beside Judy.

I heard our classmates saying, "Evelyn is so bad at her studies. Without the help of Young Master Wyatt, who gets excellent grades, she'll soon fail her classes and get kicked out of the academy!"

I thought to myself, "Just you wait, Evelyn. I'm going to look forward to seeing you crying and begging for my forgiveness!"