Andromeda could still hardly believe what was happening. The way Calantha humiliated her so effortlessly, as if it was second nature, and how the others just stood by, saying nothing. Some of these people outranked Calantha, yet they did not interfere.
Because, to them, omegas were nothing.
She knew she couldn’t drink that filthy water. There was no way. So, she turned to head back to the bathroom, wondering just how many times she’d have to scrub before Calantha would finally declare it clean.
But just as she took a step, one of the Zarek twins spoke up.
“I’ll need this omega to wash my toilet instead,” he said, his voice calm yet firm. “I think mine is filthier than yours.” Andromeda froze, and her fingers curled into fists at her sides.
What? She turned to look at the tw
