Semua Bab Alpha’s Forbidden Temptation: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Scarlet’s POV“Dante…” I started, my voice trembling. “I… I…”He looked at me with eyes so full of raw vulnerability that it nearly broke me.“I always believed things should have been different,” I said, “I was not alone, not even with Vespara by my side, but I understood that life was never easy. And yet, never, not once, did I wish that Amy hadn’t come into my life. When I found out about her, I was over the moon. Suddenly there was my kin, my blood, my child. I wasn’t alone anymore. You cannot imagine how much joy she brought me, Dante. She gave me a reason to breathe again.”“And I could never hate you,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Not for any of it. Not even now. Dante, we are different people. We come from different worlds, with different scars. Yes, I developed feelings for you, maybe more than feelings, but my intentions at the start were never pure. I have to be honest about that.”“When I first came to Phantom Moon,” I said, forcing myself to meet his gaze, “I had my o

Dante’s POV"Who is Scarlet?" I asked. The question had been burning inside me for too long. I no longer had the luxury of pretending not to know.Elizabeth did not flinch. Her old eyes were sharper than ever as she answered, “She is the mother of your child.”I leaned forward, voice low. “And who are her parents, Madam? Do not tell me you do not know. You do. That is why you erased her DNA from the system. That is why you kept her off the record. Who is she?”There was a long silence. The kind of silence that prepares you for a storm.Finally, she spoke.“She is Hazel’s daughter.”My breath caught. “Who is Hazel?”Elizabeth’s eyes dropped, her voice quieter. “My daughter.”My confusion deepened. “But Scarlet’s mother is Mrs. Rosetti. The wife of the Beta of Moonlord. That’s what we all know. How can she be your daughter?”Elizabeth’s expression hardened. “Because Mrs. Rosetti is Hazel.”I stared at her, stunned. “You had a daughter in Moonlord Pack? You let her marry into that family

Scarlet’s POV “Here,” Dante said, slipping a note in front of me as I stood in the kitchen, pouring myself a cup of coffee.I glanced at him and asked, “What is it?”“Check,” he gestured.I unfolded the note and saw an appointment date. none other than with Dr. Anita Bennet. I was stunned. I had only told him about her a few days ago. I didn’t expect him to find her this quickly.“How did you find her?” I asked, still processing the information.“Turns out Annette knew her,” he replied.I went quiet for a moment, then asked, “Did she know what you were seeking her for?”“Yes,” he said simply.“You told Annette about Amy?” I asked, clearly shocked.“Yes,” he repeated. “We’re good friends. She wasn’t too surprised to hear that Amy is my daughter. She said we had such a strong connection back then and there had to be something between us. Turns out, the little angel really is my daughter.”“Oh…” I murmured. I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of relationship Dante and Annette had shared

Scarlet’s POVWhile we were driving home, I suddenly felt a soft tapping on the back of my seat. Amy was knocking gently, trying to get our attention.I glanced at her through the mirror. “Baby, do you want something?”She pointed outside eagerly.I followed her finger, and there it was. An ice cream truck, parked at the corner of a park. Her eyes lit up with hope, and a tiny, pleading smile formed on her face.I hesitated. “But sweetheart, you still have a bit of a cold…”Before I could say more, Dante spoke up. “Let her have one. She was incredibly brave through the whole check-up. I think she deserves a little treat.”Amy's smile widened instantly, her eyes sparkling with joy at her father’s support.I chuckled. “How does it feel to have someone on your team, little tornado?”Amy didn’t say anything, of course, but the way her smile stretched across her face said everything.Dante pulled the car over to the side and unbuckled her from her seat. Together, the three of us walked over

Dante’s POVAmy’s surgery went smoothly. The doctors said everything had gone perfectly. But nothing about today felt easy.Scarlet and I had sat outside the operating theatre for hours, hands clasped so tightly it felt like letting go might break us both. We had muttered prayers under our breath like a mantra, both terrified and helpless.Our baby girl, our Amy, was just too small to have faced so much already.I had been through wars. Led armies. Stared death in the eye more than once. But I had never been as afraid as I was sitting outside that room.When they finally let us in, Amy was still under the effects of anaesthesia, her tiny chest rising and falling with soft and even breaths. The bandage around her neck made my throat burn.I looked at Scarlet. Her lip trembled, and I saw the tears she was holding back.“Hey,” I whispered, gently placing a hand on her back. “You okay?”Of course, she was not. None of us were.She kept her eyes on Amy. “It’s the bandage… it’s so real now.