Scarlet’s POV
Alpha Edward’s voice rang out, "Alpha Dante," he said, his gaze unwavering, "what is your decision?"
"If Phantom Moon chooses not to accept Miss Rosetti," he continued, "she will be declared a rogue. Although she made a mistake, you, as the man involved, are under no obligation to accept her or the child she carries."
I stood there, feeling the burden of the world pressing down on me. In a pack, an Alpha’s word was law. Their prerogatives were many, and their mercy was rare.
I smiled bitterly to myself. It didn’t matter whether Alpha Dante accepted me or not. That was never the point. By destroying my own reputation, by tearing apart what little "good girl" image they had forced upon me, I had given Alpha Juno exactly what he needed that was a reason to sever all ties with me.
So what if I was no longer a Rosetti? Had I ever truly been one? The truth was simple: they had never treated me like family. To them, I was less than a person but a a burden, an inconvenient
