Scarlett's POV
"You... You slut!" I paused and looked back at Amanda.
Her shoulders tightened and trembled with frustration as the surrounding she-wolves began shifting their attention.
I stepped forward.
The silence wrapped around us like a stage curtain, pulling the whole hall into the spotlight. Every face turned. Some were curious. Some cautious. Some enjoyed the spectacle, and some... some were waiting for blood.
"If I may," I began, my voice calm but sharp, "let's clear something up."
Amanda flinched. The rest of the wolves leaned in—hungry for more drama, but unsure whose side to take.
I let them be. If they wanted to watch the drama, then I'd show them drama.
"Not every woman who wears something alluring does it to please a man. Our value isn't defined by how much skin we s
