Adrian, furious, lunged toward me, but Lynda restrained him, crying, “I need you to take me to the hospital, Adrian. It’s very painful.”

Adrian nodded slightly. Lifting Lynda into his arms, he glanced at me before heading to his car. (The previous sentence about going to the office is unclear and has been removed.)

I noticed Lynda watching me. She gave a sly grin, then wrapped her arms around Adrian’s neck, giving the impression (The sentence is incomplete; the following text seems unrelated and may be a separate thought).

“This woman! I’m sure I didn’t break her hand. I haven’t even used my full strength. If I had, you’d have lost your hand,” I muttered under my breath.

My attention shifted to the recently dismissed guards. Approaching them, I saw their sad faces.

“Don’t worry about your jobs. Would you be okay working elsewhere for the same salary?” I asked.

They looked shocked. “Yeah, but how?” one asked.

“That’s something I’ll handle. Just give me your ID cards.”

They produced their IDs. I photographed them, reassuring them that (The sentence is incomplete).

“Ms. Natalia?”

I turned to see a security guard. “There’s a car waiting outside. We can’t just let any car in. Is it yours?”

“Yes, it is. Please let it in,” I replied, knowing my driver was at the gate.

My driver arrived moments later. I got in and told him to take me to a shopping mall.

Auntie Grace called, worried I’d left the pack house. She asked me to return. I sighed, telling her I’d be back at night. Relieved, she apologized for her son’s behavior. I’d actually planned to leave after dinner, but after giving Adrian and Lynda a taste of their own medicine, I felt better. I believed confronting Adrian was the best way to strengthen myself.

Arriving at the mall, I entered. It was high-end, frequented only by the wealthy. I’d only been there once, for my wedding dress fitting. Returning after so long, I came to buy things for my children. (The sentence is awkwardly phrased and simplified).

Passing some brand stores, a white shirt caught my eye. It reminded me of one I’d bought Adrian, which he’d rejected, along with my flower bouquet. I remembered buying it happily; it wasn't designer, but good quality. I’d hoped he’d like it, but he’d poured red wine on it, saying, “This shirt is cheap, just like you.”

How could I forget? Being here reopened old wounds.

I bumped into a woman, apologized, and looked away from the shirt. I shopped for my children and spent a long time in a mall café.

Late in the evening, an unknown number called.

“Hello?”

“It’s Harold.”

“Oh, hi. How did you…?”

“Alpha Lucas gave me your number yesterday. I asked for it; I forgot to get it from you.”

“I see. How is Uncle Lucas? Is everything alright?” (The phrasing is slightly improved). I thought he was calling about health issues.

“No, it’s about Lynda,” he replied. As the pack’s head doctor, he was the Alpha’s family physician. I assumed Adrian had taken Lynda to the pack hospital and called Harold for an update on her hand.

“What about her?” I asked, sipping my coffee.

“Did you do something to her?”

“Why? Did she tell the whole pack I broke her hand?”

He replied, “No, she was talking to Adrian, urging him to act against you.”

I laughed, placing my coffee cup down. “What can he do? He can’t even blackmail me about a divorce anymore.” His furious expression outside the pack house flashed in my mind. I believed he'd overheard my conversation with Lynda. (The sentence is restructured for better flow). He might be surprised I cursed; I don't usually swear, but I hated him and Lynda, so I only called them by their names.

“She hurt her hand, Natalia,” Harold said.

“Really?”

“You’re right. The pressure was intense; it nearly broke her hand.”

I was surprised. Even though I’d twisted her hand, I hadn’t used that much pressure.

“But I didn’t press that hard, Harold.”

“I forgot to ask about your wolf. Did you get yours?”

“Yes, four years ago, after childbirth. How’s that relevant?”

Harold was silent. I waited, confused. After a moment, he asked, “What’s your rank, Natalia?” (The last sentence referencing a website is removed as it's out of place and irrelevant).