Miserable, one word that I can use to describe my daily life. I've been living with my adoptive parents since I was 5 years old. Now that I am 22 years old, I'm still working my ass off to pay for my cost of living since we can't earn from my power. I am a charmer, and I give luck.

Who needs a charmer? I sighed. Of all the powers I can get, I become a charmer. Maybe that is why my real parents left me when I was still a baby. I am destined to live a miserable life. I am not fit to be happy and find a suitable husband that can love me.

"Hey you, bitch!" I immediately looked at Sahara's direction when she called me. She calls me everyday with different endearments, that is what she calls it. Linara lame, loser, and bitch.

"Why?" I asked.

"Deliver these pastries to this address. I will be going out with my beta boyfriend, Leon. Don't you mess up this order, you bitch. I will surely beat the shit out of you." She threatened me and looked at me with disgust. I sighed. Sahara will never change. She acts like a princess, but she looks way worse than an ogre. A bitch in disguise.

"Bitch, bitch, bitch. You cuss like a fucking cunt," I whispered, losing my patience.

I wiped my sweat and immediately went out of the baking room. I went to my room, the basement. My adoptive parents never treated me well. I am still thankful that they took care of me, but when I started realising things I figured that they are the worst. I wished that I chose to stay at the orphanage rather than live with them. They treated me more like a maid and not as a part of their family.

I changed my clothes. I don't even have the time to take a proper bath. Damn this life! I am a charmer but I've never been lucky my entire life!

I walked back to the baking room and grabbed the basket with pastries that Sahara asked me to deliver. The address is written on the paper she left. I immediately went outside and saw Mama Rosa at our diner.

"Where are you going?" Mama Rosa asked.

"I need to deliver these pastries, Mama Rosa. I will be back immediately. Is there any available horse that I can ride?" I asked politely. Convincing this evil witch to show me even a tiny bit of mercy.

"What are you? A VIP? Go walk and use your damn legs, Linara! My daughter took our horse. She is outside buying groceries. You should act like Sahara. A grown up beautiful young lady who suits to be a rich wife someday. Unlike you, poor and dirty!" she shouted in front of me, looking with her disgusted eyes. Her daughter, a grown up and beautiful young lady? You mean a 10 year-old no brainer adult that looks like an ogre? Uh huh, that's her daughter.

I sighed and bowed my head to her. If I say something against her, she will beat the shit out of me too. I don't want to receive any scratch from them knowing how hard I live with their ruthless family. Mama Rosa, Papa Bran, and my step-sister, Sahara. We are all normal beta werewolves.

I walked outside and started smiling at my fellow werewolves. I have friends despite having cruel parents. I am a friendly loner-looking girl.

"Linara, my best friend! Do you want to go out with me tomorrow? I will be going to the Royal Palace. I will deliver fruits to the king alpha and queen luna of our kingdom. I am so excited! You should come with me and visit the palace!" Venice, my best friend told me about her exciting work tomorrow. Or maybe I should call it her paid man-hunting time.

"I will try, you know my parents and Sahara. I have tons of pastries to bake tomorrow before sunrise," I explained. Venice pouted her rosy lips. "Fine, but let me help you. I have our carriage and it is available. Do you want to go with me and deliver those pastries you have?" she asked smiling ear to ear.

I laughed and nodded at her. She shouted happily. I am thankful I have Venice who loves me like I am her real sister. Still, someone is sharing care towards me even though I am a commoner.

Entering their lawn, their carriage is not available. The naughty Venice herself took their old car and asked me to sit inside. Who am I to ignore her offer? I am sick of walking to deliver the pastries everyday.

I gave her the address and we started travelling. It only took 15 minutes before we arrived at the address. I got out of the car and Venice stayed inside. I knocked at the door.

"Hello? Mrs. Francisco's Bakery delivery! Anybody home?"

I knocked three times but there was no one inside. I asked a random person about the address but he was not sure about it. He asked me to walk straight ahead and turn left at the end of the street. There, I can see more houses.

I walked while looking at this place. This part of the community looks old. The houses are few and most of them are discarded. I scratched my arm when a mosquito bit me. Damn this place. If Sahara is pranking me again, I will take all of her luck out of her ugly body.

I am wearing an old slacks I got from Venice's father. My white old long sleeves were her mom's. They are giving me their clothes because my family isn't buying me any. My family, they are giving me gold as my salary a month, feed me 2-3 times a day for working. A gold that can't even buy me a proper cloth. How said this life is. Am I really that unfortunate? For everyone? Or is it just I am unlucky?