NOAH’S POV

I was adopted. Growing up, it bothered me so much that I was different. I shared no form of resemblance to my foster parents who hid the truth from me and never seemed to fit in. I didn’t even have a sibling. Back then, everyone had a sibling or a pet but I couldn’t because my so-called parents couldn’t make me one and I was fucking allergic to fur.

My foster parents owned a lot of establishments and enterprises. They were filthy rich and even though they bought me whatever I wanted and never let me lack anything, they were never there for me, leaving me in the...