Alpha Razor King-Chapter 31: You Can’t Leave.

**Isabella:**

The phone slipped from my trembling hands before I could even end the call. "Dad, I...I..."

"Isa, what’s going on?" Dad stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. "What is this nonsense about leaving Alpha Razor?" He gestured in frustration.

I picked up the phone and moved to sit on my bed. "You don’t understand."

"Then make me understand," Dad pleaded, sitting beside me. "Why would you want to leave Alpha Razor?"

I had to be careful with my words. Any misstep could lead to disaster.

I looked down at my hands. "I’m scared, Dad."

"Scared of what?" He looked puzzled. "Don’t tell me you’re angry about the way he’s handling things."

I froze, meeting his gaze. "I don’t understand... what do you mean?" I raised a brow, confused.

"I’ve been in touch with Alpha Razor, and I know he takes good care of you. He might be strict, but it’s for your own good, Isa."

"Dad?" I stood up, eyes locked on his face. "Are you saying you’re aware that he’s mistreating me?"

"Goodness, Isabella, he’s not mistreating you. It’s called discipline, something that’s been lacking in your life. And it’s all because your mom and I spoiled you."

"I can’t believe this."

My dad had been in contact with Razor all along. He was aware of how that brute treated me.

"Isa, you need to stay with your husband. He’s the only one who can keep you safe. It’s not safe being a werewolf these days," he sighed.

"Keeping me safe?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "I almost died recently."

"The Dead Man Mafia, yes, he told me about it. And that’s all the more reason we need Alpha Razor’s help. He’s the only one who can help our pack."

"I can’t believe this," I turned my back to him, rubbing my neck in frustration. "Mom doesn’t know about this, right?"

"No. Your mom’s health is not at 100%."

I turned to face him. "But she told me she was alright."

He sighed, looking anxious. "She doesn’t want to worry you. We went to the pack doctor, and he said she might have a weak heart."

"Oh my gosh, I didn’t know."

Tears pricked at my eyes. Of course she wouldn’t tell me. So typical of Mom. Always wanting to bother no one.

"So this is why we can’t upset her," my dad whispered. I shook my head slowly, refusing to believe it. "The doctor said she’ll be fine. She just needs to take it easy."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, as long as nothing upsets her."

"But Dad, I can’t stay with Razor," I protested, not liking this at all. "He... he beats me."

"Spanks, rather," he corrected, giving me a knowing look that made me wish the ground would swallow me.

Razor had told my dad that he spanked me?

"And besides," my dad continued, "you can’t just leave him. He’ll never allow it. Right now, the Mafia has started a war against the werewolf community. We need Alpha Razor’s protection, Isabella. We’re the weakest pack, or have you forgotten?"

Of course I hadn’t, and I hated being from this cursed pack. I sighed, feeling defeated. I know Razor will not let me go easily, but I’m not going down without a fight. I kept that to myself, though.

"So I just have to endure this?"

"Don’t act like you weren’t living recklessly before getting married. You lacked character, and you know it, Isabella." He rose to his feet and started walking, stopping right in front of the door. "I love you, Isa, and I’ll do everything to keep you safe. And right now, the safest place for you is with Alpha Razor."

As soon as my dad left the room, I broke down in tears, feeling my heart ache. I couldn’t accept this. I wouldn’t! There must be another way. Why did it have to be Razor? He was so scary and demanding.

"Too freaking domineering, I hate him," I sneered, grabbing a pillow and throwing it on the floor.

I sat on the bed, feeling rage build up within me. Subconsciously, my eyes drifted to my phone beside me.

Just great! The screen was broken. With growing irritation, I picked it up, confirming that the phone itself was broken too.

I flung it on the bed, collapsing on it. "I hate my life!" I ground my teeth, struggling to muffle the screams that threatened to escape. "And I hate you, Razor King."

My eyes closed slowly, and I already knew I would have a hard time sleeping tonight.

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**Damon**

"Suck it hard, girl," a low groan escaped my chest as I tugged at her hair, urging her to take me deeper.

Suddenly, a knock sounded on my door, causing me to groan out in frustration. "Who the fuck is that?"

"It’s Ray, boss," came the voice from outside.

The girl beneath me started to pull away, but I grabbed her head, forcing her back down. "Keep sucking," I commanded, before allowing Ray to enter.

Ray stepped in, his eyes widening at the scene before him, the girl on her knees with my cock in her mouth, doing her thing. He cleared his throat awkwardly, shifting his gaze away.

"Should I come back later, boss?" he asked hesitantly.

"Shut up and give me... the..." My voice slurred as I felt a growing orgasm building in my stomach. Damn, my arm gripped the armrest tightly, while the other pulled the girl’s hair roughly as my hips arched forward, pushing my dick further into her mouth.

She gagged slightly as I reached my peak, my release filling her mouth. I pulled her away from my dick roughly, collapsing back in my chair. "Get out of here!" I barked at the girl, who wasted no time storming out of my office.

Zipping up my pants, I finally turned to Ray, who was still standing there awkwardly. "Come on, Ray boy," I motioned for him to sit across from me.

"So, tell me, how’s the merchandise coming along?" I asked as he took his seat.

He took in a deep breath, his brows furrowing in a deep frown. "We have a problem, boss."

I leaned closer, resting my arms on the table. "What the fuck happened now?"

"It’s Razor King," he responded hesitantly, bracing himself for my reaction. "He located the guys who carried out the attack on his wife, and..." He paused, unable to meet my gaze. "He killed them all and took Tara."

"Fuck!" I barked, grabbing the flower vase from the table and smashing it to the ground. "Fucking Razor King!"