Caden's POV: I drove at a steady distance behind Jasper's car, following him to his neighborhood. From my vantage point, I watched Rosaline and Jasper walk into the villa together. Just as I was about to leave my car, my phone rang. It was Heidi. "Caden, are you still at work? I've already made dinner—just waiting for you to come over," Heidi's sweet voice came through the line. That's when I remembered—Heidi had invited me over for dinner tonight. "Tessa, something came up. Let's do it another time," I said, declining her offer. There was a brief silence before Heidi asked, "Caden, is it work? If you're too busy, I can bring dinner to your office." "I'm not at the office," I replied in a low voice. "Then where are you? I can bring it to you," she pressed. "No need." I rubbed my forehead, feeling a little impatient. "Caden ... " Before she could finish, I noticed a large crowd suddenly gathering outside Jasper's villa. Within moments, they swarmed toward the entrance. "Tessa, I have to go. Talk later," I said, my eyes locked on the commotion as I hung up the call. Rosaline's POV: "Rosaline, may I have this dance?" Jasper suddenly asked. I hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright." Jasper stood up, walked over to me, and bent slightly in a gentlemanly gesture. As the elegant music played, I placed my hand in his, and we began waltzing on the garden lawn. The garden lights suddenly illuminated, casting shifting neon hues over us. For some reason, a memory flashed through my mind—Caden asking me for the first dance that night.Back then, our movements had been perfectly in sync. Thinking about it now felt almost bittersweet. As the song came to an end, I turned to return to my seat when Jasper suddenly reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from my forehead. "Rosaline, your hair's a little messy." The intimate gesture caught me off guard. Just as I was about to say something, a commotion erupted at the entrance. A swarm of people stormed in—some dressed in black suits, clearly bodyguards, while others carried cameras and recording equipment. Leading the charge was a woman in high heels, striding in with an imposing presence. It was Candice. I was taken aback. What was she up to this time? "Rosaline, you shameless tramp! How dare you try to seduce my fiancé again?" Candice stormed toward me, raising her hand to slap me across the face. I instinctively stepped back, but Jasper reacted even faster. He stepped between us, catching Candice's wrist in midair. "Candice, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Jasper snapped angrily. "I'm here to teach this homewrecking sl*t a lesson!" Candice shot me a venomous glare. The reporters swarmed in, cameras flashing wildly, capturing the confrontation between Jasper and me. Candice's POV: "You all see it, don't you? Rosaline is nothing but a shameless vixen!" I raised my voice, making sure the reporters heard me loud and clear. "She knows full well that Jasper and I are engaged, yet she still insists on getting between us. Now, all of you have witnessed it with your own eyes!" The more I spoke, the angrier I became. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes. I had loved Jasper from the moment I first laid eyes on him. He was the kind of man who carried an air of effortless elegance, tinged with a hint of melancholy. But to him, I had always been nothing more than a political match—a mere arrangement for our packs' alliance. He never truly cared for me. Years ago, when Thunderune Pack faced an economic crisis and was on the verge of collapse, Jasper fell into despair, drowning himself in alcohol and self-pity. At that time, Phantom Pack's Alpha—the leader of my pack—had wanted to call off our engagement. But I refused because I genuinely loved Jasper. My older brother, Jason Reese, the heir to Phantom Pack and now its Alpha, was domineering and relentless. He had me sent abroad against my will, cutting off all my contact with Jasper. He even spread false rumors that I had run off with another man. During my years overseas, I lost myself, jumping from one meaningless relationship to another. I dated powerful werewolf leaders and ambitious young elites—but none of them ever truly mattered to me. Because I could never forget Jasper. Over those years, Jasper rose to fame, becoming a national heartthrob and an award-winning actor. Thunderune Pack, once struggling, had become even more powerful than before. Then, out of nowhere, my brother, now Phantom Pack's Alpha, decided to bring me back home. But the moment I returned, I was bombarded with scandalous headlines about Jasper and Rosaline. I had tried reaching out to Jasper, desperate to explain that I hadn't left him by choice, that there had been so much more to the story. But he refused to see me—refused to even hear me out. That humiliation burned in my chest like fire, and I vowed I would win him back. Tonight, I had come prepared, bringing werewolf bodyguards and reporters with me. I was determined to ruin Rosaline's reputation once and for all. Jasper was mine. No one—not even Rosaline—would take him from me.