Rosaline's POV: The entire drive home was silent. Neither of us spoke a word. Once we arrived at the villa, I was about to head straight to my room when I heard Caden's weak voice behind me. "Rosaline ... " I froze mid-step and turned around, only to see him slumped on the couch, his face pale. My heart clenched. "What's wrong?" I asked, worried, as I hurried over and pressed my hand against his forehead. Not hot. No fever. I let out a small breath of relief. But just as I looked down, I caught Caden raising an eyebrow at me, his lips curving slightly. "I'm hungry." I stared at him for a second before sighing. "I'll make you some eggs and bacon." Wasting no time, I went straight to the kitchen. Knowing he was probably starving, I worked quickly, finishing in just seven or eight minutes. The smell of fried eggs and crispy bacon filled the air. I was about to bring the plate out when I suddenly heard Caden's deep, magnetic voice right beside my ear. "Smells amazing." Before I could react, his arms wrapped around my waist from behind, his chin resting lightly on my shoulder. "Move," I said flatly, pushing him away without hesitation. "I'm bringing this out for you." "I want to eat now," he murmured, leaning casually against the counter. His dark eyes locked onto me, intense and unwavering. The way he was looking at me made it hard to tell if he was hungry for food or something else. My cheeks heated involuntarily. "Why was I even thinking about that?" Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I handed him a fork. "Here. Eat slowly, and don't choke." Caden didn't take it. Instead, he curved his lips into a pitiful smirk. "But my hand is injured. I can't hold a fork. Will you feed me?" I let out an exasperated sigh.Fine. He got hurt saving me, after all. And with his injured hand, using a fork would be difficult. If I refused, I would feel ungrateful. Resigning myself, I pressed my lips together. "Alright." Balancing the plate in one hand, I used the fork to pick up a piece of bacon, gently blowing on it before bringing it to his lips. Caden didn't hesitate, opening his mouth and eating it right away. We went back and forth like that, and before long, he had finished both eggs and all four strips of bacon. "Now that you're done, you should get some rest," I said, setting the plate down, my brows knitting slightly with exhaustion. After everything that had happened today, I was drained. All I wanted was to go to sleep. But the next second, I felt a strong force wrap around my waist, pulling me straight into Caden's arms. With a swift movement, he spun me around, pressing me against the counter, and trapping me in his embrace. "What are you doing?" I frowned, meeting his heated gaze. Seriously. He was making a habit of this. "You already know," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. His warm breath sent a shiver down my spine, and my cheeks burned even hotter. The scent of mint and cigarettes lingered on him, making my heart pound faster. Before I could even look up, his lips descended onto mine. This time, Caden kissed me gently, testing my limits bit by bit. His tongue skillfully explored my mouth, his masculine scent utterly intoxicating. And the longer he kissed me, the tighter his hold became. Before I knew it, I was backed into a corner. My foot slipped slightly, and instinctively, I reached out and wrapped my arms around his lean waist.That single movement seemed to encourage him—his gentle kisses instantly turned urgent and feverish. Caden's strong hands gripped my waist, lifting me effortlessly onto the countertop. He pressed his tall, commanding body against me, his hands locking around the back of my head, preventing me from pulling away. His kisses were relentless, devouring me with an intensity that left me breathless. My mind grew hazy, and in the depths of my consciousness, I could hear Freya letting out an excited howl. Yes, if Caden wanted to take this further, I wouldn't resist. But just as his hand started trailing downward, my phone suddenly buzzed violently in my pocket. Reality came crashing back. Oh my God, what was I doing? How had I let things get to this point? Flustered, I pushed Caden away, my face burning as I gasped for air. Hastily, I fumbled for my phone and glanced down at the screen. It was Jasper. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I answered the call. "Rosaline, how's your injury?" Jasper's concerned voice came through the receiver. "I'm fine," I replied, my tone indifferent. "That's good." He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "By the way, Hugo checked with the props team. They said the loose screw on the swing was an accident." "An accident?" I repeated, my voice laced with skepticism. "That's what they claim," Jasper said. "I see," I responded flatly, not pressing further. After ending the call, I narrowed my eyes slightly. An accident? No way.I knew full well that what happened wasn't some coincidence. But I couldn't act rashly. Since Jasper said that, I'd play along for now—let them think I bought their story. The real culprit would lower their guard eventually, and when they did, I'd be ready. Just as I was deep in thought, a wave of cold tension hit me. "What did Jasper want?" Caden's face was dark with displeasure, his voice laced with irritation. I could tell he was in a foul mood. Thinking about how we had nearly lost control just moments ago, I swallowed hard, my lips still tingling from his kisses. "It was nothing. I'm going to bed." I hopped down from the counter, quickly adjusting my clothes—at some point, Caden had tugged them loose—and then hurried off to my room. "Alpha, next time he bullies you, don't call me for help. You looked like you were enjoying yourself." Freya snickered. "Oh, shut up. Weren't you the one getting all excited just now?" I shot back. "Maybe next time we should just go for it. Who knows, we might even take things a step further." "You're such a perv."