A luxurious black car stopped in front of a villa. The driver exited and opened the back door.

"Miss Lynda, we've arrived," he said.

Lynda, seated in the back, turned to the man in the passenger seat, who was smoking and gazing out the window. "Adrian, won't you help me?" she asked, her tone pleading.

"You hurt your hand, not your legs," Adrian replied coldly.

Lynda swallowed, stung by his tone. Adrian had bought her this house five years ago, but he'd never once entered it. Others would find that odd. When she placed her left hand on his thigh, he paused his smoking. He moved to push her hand away, but his gaze fell on her bandaged right hand. He gently removed her hand and addressed the driver.

"Assist her inside."

Lynda shook her head, her expression displeased. "I hope Alpha will act against Natalia. How could she have injured me so badly?"

Adrian took a drag of his cigarette and muttered, "Hmm. I need to do something about her."

Lynda exited the car. When the driver offered assistance, she shook her left hand, refusing his help.

"Should I see if she needs help, Alpha?" the driver asked, glancing at Adrian.

"No need," Adrian cut him off.

The driver entered the car and started the engine. "Alpha, where to?"

Adrian's eyes were fixed on the moon. He exhaled smoke and said, "Pack house."

The driver was perplexed. Even though Adrian's father was ill, he usually only went to the pack house for a few hours. He'd never stayed overnight, and hadn't returned to his apartment the previous day either. Shrugging, the driver headed towards the pack house.

Meanwhile, Adrian appeared lost in thought, his expression unreadable. He arrived at the pack house late at night and remained in his car for a considerable time, smoking and brooding. All day, he'd been preoccupied with Natalia's behavior; it was unlike anything he'd seen from her before. A new, disturbing side had been revealed. He was furious, knowing what she'd said to Lynda. He was almost certain she was manipulating him.

After several cigarettes, he entered the pack house. The maids bowed as he passed. He ascended to the upper floor, his anger burning. Natalia's actions demanded a reprimand. He stopped at her bedroom door, raising his hand to knock, then hesitated. Instead of knocking, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

His wolf was holding him back, refusing to let him treat their mate roughly.

"Stop interrupting me," Adrian snapped at his wolf, stepping back from the door.

He turned and went to his own room, slamming the door shut. His thoughts were a chaotic mess; that woman was the source of it all.

The next morning, Adrian awoke to a phone call from Beta Patric.

"What?" he demanded.

"Why so angry, Alpha Adrian?"

"You woke me."

Patric chuckled. "We have a pack meeting today. Forgot?"

Adrian sat up, running a hand through his hair. "Can't I cancel?"

"Adrian, you've cancelled every meeting for two days. Separate your personal life from your business."

Adrian got out of bed, selecting a suit from his closet. "I'm coming," he said before Patric ended the call.

After showering, he prepared for the meeting. He immediately went to Natalia's room upon leaving his own.

[The remainder of the text is highly disjointed and difficult to understand, containing numerous grammatical errors and incomplete sentences. It needs significant rewriting before it can be cleaned up.]