"How dare you drug me?" Caden pulled away sharply, his face flushed as he sternly accused, "The mighty Ms. Wendy of the Wild P pack, resorting to such despicable means!" "I didn't," I stammered, trembling at his reaction. I was amazed by Caden's self-control. Even now, he could still restrain himself. I could not afford to fail! I did not believe that under the drug's influence, any man could resist the pull of passion. "I don't know what's happening. I feel so hot all over. Are you feeling the same?" I pressed closer to him, my hands hooking around his neck, my lips inching towards his. The drug's effects clouded my senses, urging me towards intimacy. Caden's face turned even redder—clearly, the drug had fully taken hold. His eyes clouded as he reached out, touching my face, murmuring softly, "Rosaline ... " Rosaline? I was taken aback. Was he thinking about Rosaline even now? A surge of anger welled up inside me. I told myself, even if he mistook me for Rosaline, so what? Once we mated, I would secure my place as the future Luna of the Eclipse Pack! With that thought, I leaned in and kissed him directly. Caden's POV: A strong scent of perfume hit my nose, jarring me to alertness. This is not Rosaline! Rosaline never wears perfume. I turned my face away, dodging Wendy's kiss. "Caden, look at me," Wendy insisted, using her hand to turn my face toward her. Still disoriented from the drug, I tried to evade her grasp."Caden, I really like you. I've liked you since we were teenagers, for over ten years," Wendy said earnestly, trying to draw closer again. "You must feel something for me, right?" As Wendy attempted to wrap her arms around me again, her lips inching closer, I mustered all my strength. "Get away!" I exclaimed, pushing her forcefully away. Just then, Yale burst into the lounge. "Sir, are you okay?" He took in the scene quickly, grasping what had occurred. I stood up, glaring down at Wendy, who was struggling on the floor. "Since she's so fond of men, find one to take her off our hands!" "Yes, Sir!" Yale agreed, helping me to leave the room. "Wendy is audacious, resorting to drugging you. Such disgraceful actions from someone in the Wild Pack—it's appalling," Yale commented with disgust as he escorted me to the car. "Sir, should we head to the hospital?" He asked, concerned. I frowned, contemplating my next move. "No, take me to Rosaline's place," I decided. Rosaline's POV: I was deep into reviewing submissions for the Phoshire design competition when my phone rang. It was Anthony. "Wilda, I've located the person you asked about last time," he said, his voice booming over the phone. "Really?" I perked up. "Did you find where Timothy is?" "Yes, he's in a small, remote town in Yerkshire." Anthony replied, readying to send me the details. "I'll text you the address shortly. It's quite a hidden spot." "Thanks, send it over as soon as you can," I responded, already planning my next steps. Timothy was indeed hiding in a remote little town. In such a secluded place, who could be better suited than Yura? Not long after hanging up, Anthony sent over the address. I dialed Yura's number next. She had been feeling low, desperately wanting to locate Timothy but without any leads.Now that Anthony had located the address, finding Timothy should be easy. "Rosaline, do you need something?" Yura's voice was weak. "Yura, Anthony has found Timothy's address," I told her straightforwardly. "Really? Where is he?" Yura's voice brightened immediately, her interest piqued. "He's in Yerkshire, a very remote little town," I noted as I looked at the address, "probably the kind where cars can't even drive in." Yura asked eagerly, "Is there a specific address?" "Yes, I'll send it to you right away," I replied. "Thank you, I'll book a flight to Yerkshire immediately," Yura said, clearly impatient. "It's already late. You'll only be able to get a ticket for tomorrow," I pointed out after a moment's thought. "I'll come with you." I did not want Yura to go alone, especially if that scoundrel Timothy tried to cause her any more pain—I would not let him get away with it. Just then, the doorbell rang. Peering through the peephole, I saw Yale supporting Caden, who looked unwell. I quickly opened the door, my expression filled with concern. "Caden, what happened to you?" I asked. "He was drugged," Yale explained as he helped Caden inside. "Ms. Sinclair, we need your help now."