Queenie's POV: Fury coursed through me as I stormed out of the hospital. My fists clenched, heart pounding. The moment I stepped inside the house, my patience shattered. "Aunt Eleanor!" I snapped, my voice sharp. "That Omega, Rosaline, is at it again—sneaking her way back into my Caden's life! She's convinced him to re-engage with her!" Aunt Eleanor froze, her eyes wide in disbelief. "What?" I stormed forward, my rage boiling over. "We can't waste any more time, Aunt Eleanor! If we let this go on, she'll marry Caden, and become the Luna of the Eclipse Pack. That means there's no room left for me!" The thought of Rosaline by Caden's side, taking what was mine, sent a wave of jealousy crashing over me. Caden's tenderness, his care for her—it burned me like fire. The Eclipse Pack's leadership should've been mine. Rosaline—that shameless Omega—had no claim to Caden's heart. I leaned closer, my voice a cold whisper, "If she becomes Luna, we won't have a life left. We'll be nothing." Aunt Eleanor's expression hardened, her voice cutting through the air. "Don't worry, Queenie. I won't let that Omega into our home." I lowered my voice, moving closer to her. "I think we should follow Donny's suggestion. We've kept our tracks clean so far—not even Caden suspects anything." Aunt Eleanor thought for a moment, then nodded sharply. "Alright. We'll do it your way." Triumph bubbled up in my chest. This time, Rosaline would be gone for good. Aunt Eleanor's gaze sharpened. "Call Donny, Queenie." "Yes, Aunt Eleanor!" I replied, eager to act. Stella, Candice, Wendy—none of them had succeeded in driving Rosaline away. But this time, I would make sure it worked. Rosaline, your days are numbered.Rosaline's POV: The next morning, I woke, the warmth of Caden's face hovering above mine. "Rosaline, you're awake?" His voice was gentle, a stark contrast to the coldness swirling inside me. I furrowed my brow, pushing myself up slightly. "Caden, what are you doing in my room?" "I came to apologize," he said, his tone full of sincerity. I glared at him, about to respond, but the door creaked open, and Heidi floated into the room. "Caden, there you are! I looked everywhere for you," she said, voice syrupy sweet. "I made breakfast for you and Ms. Sinclair. Please, try it." Caden simply nodded, his face betraying little emotion. I watched Heidi bustle around, arranging the food and cleaning the room with practiced care. She moved like someone desperately trying to redeem herself for a past misstep. Then her eyes landed on the design sketches on my bedside table. For a split second, her face faltered—distaste flickered across her features. But it vanished as quickly as it came. She picked up the sketches, her smile tight. "Ms. Sinclair, is this your new collection? It's ... beautiful." Her words were sweet, but I could hear the sharp edge beneath them. The news of my re-engagement to Caden hadn't reached Heidi. She was blissfully unaware. "Yes," I said flatly, my gaze steady, "Caden and I are re-announcing our engagement. Leslie's having the pack's mid-rankers help us choose a good date." Heidi blinked, frozen for a moment. But the second her eyes sharpened, I saw it—the envy, raw and unmistakable. It flashed across her face, no longer veiled. A sly, mocking smile crept across my lips. Of course. Heidi hadn't changed. Her redemption act was a thin veil, easily torn away. Her mask of sweetness slipped. Quickly, she straightened, forcing a tight smile. "Well, congratulations to you both."Her gaze flicked nervously to Caden. "Caden ... um ... could I come to the engagement party?" "Do whatever you want," Caden replied, indifferent. His voice was as calm as a breeze, barely a shift of his lips. Before Heidi could push further, a sharp knock on the door cut through the tension. "Come in," Caden called, his voice crisp and commanding. The door opened. Dr. Williamson entered, a couple of nurses trailing behind him, their steps quick and urgent. But there was an unmistakable lightness in his voice. "Mr. Holbrook, the Alpha is awake!" "Really?" Caden's face lit up, his entire posture shifting with the surge of excitement. Without hesitation, he leaped to his feet. Heidi froze. Her eyes widened, disbelief and something darker flickering in her expression. "Caden... your leg... is it healed?" Caden ignored her. Without sparing a glance, he grasped my hand and moved swiftly toward Mr. Richard's room. Dr. Williamson followed closely, his voice cautious. "Mr. Holbrook, the Alpha has opened his eyes, but he can't speak or move just yet. We'll need Ms. Sinclair to assess his condition further." "I'll check on him," I replied, my voice steady. No matter how small the progress, Mr. Richard opening his eyes was a sign of hope. Hughie had said the final treatment could only begin once Mr. Richard's eyes opened. Now it seemed we were on the verge. Caden and I hurried to Richard's room, the air thick with anticipation. He immediately took Richard's hand, his voice gentle. "Grandpa, how are you?" he asked, concern deep in every word. Richard blinked, his body still, motionless. I bent over him, my fingers deftly checking his vitals. "Let me examine you," I murmured, my touch soft, precise. Caden's voice was tight with worry. "How is he?" I studied Richard's still form, my voice calm. "He's recovering well. In three days, once his vitals stabilize, I'll perform the final treatment. He'll be back to your old self."Caden exhaled, a long, relieved breath escaping him. Just then, the sharp sound of high heels echoed down the hallway. Heavy footsteps, deliberate, confident—coming straight for the door. I looked up, eyes narrowing as Eleanor and Queenie approached.