[Rosalie’s POV]
The room around me grows quiet as Chanel and Anthrose consider my words. Although Diego was more or less aware of the reason I was in prison, these two probably weren't. Well, I guess this would decide whether or not they both would choose to continue having something to do with me.
“You,” Anthrose says, breaking the silence. “A scrawny thing like you managed to kill three grown men? Were they omegas?”
“No,” I respond, bristling. “One was an alpha and my husband at the time. The other two were his beta and delta.”
Nodding, Anthrose once again ponders over what I’m telling him, but instead of the look of hatred I became used to, his features showed pity. Was this man actually feeling bad for me after knowing that I was a murderer?
“They did something to you, right?” Cha
