Angelica's POV
The humiliation I felt in the kitchen that day was unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life. I had never imagined that the tables could turn so drastically, reducing me to doing the work of the lowest-ranked members of the pack.
Scrubbing, mopping, and washing soiled linens were tasks I had never even considered. But there I was, engaged in menial labor while Labitha, who had once occupied the position I now found myself in, watched with keen interest. The transformation was almost surreal, and it stung my pride.
What added to the pain of it all was Lily's insistence on my participation in the work. She seemed determined to punish me for my arrogance and disdainful reference to the omegas as "slaves." It was a bitter irony that now I was the one facing the hard l
