Alpha Razor King-Chapter 34: A Proper Welcome.

**Isabella**

"But why does Razor want you to return so soon?" Mom asked as she helped me zip up my box. "You can go in the afternoon or evening."

"I’m sure he has his reasons, hun," Dad chimed in from across the room, standing by the door. "Are you done, Isabella?" I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. My dad will never not defend his precious alpha, Razor.

"All set," I straightened up, taking the box from my mom. "I have to go now."

They followed me outside, where Chris was already waiting by the car, looking at his watch wearily. I could tell he was anxious; I mean, I was too. Razor’s warning about punctuality was crystal clear.

I handed the box to Chris, who hurriedly took it from me before I turned to face my dad. "I don’t have any cash here with me. Can you lend me some? I need to get a new phone."

"That won’t be necessary. When you get home, alpha Razor will take care of it."Again, I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. My dad seems to think that brute was the best thing to ever happen to me.

"He’s right, Isa. I’m sure your husband will take care of it." Mom wrapped her arms around me. "Take care, baby."

"You too, Mom. Don’t worry too much, okay? I’m doing fine."

She nodded. "I love you, Isa."

"I love you too, Mom." Turning towards the car, I paused just as I was about to enter. "Goodbye, Dad. And please take care of Mom." He nodded in understanding.

As the engine roared to life, I waved at my parents, feeling tears pricking at my eyes as we zoomed off. I’ll miss them so fucking much, especially Mom.

A few minutes into our drive, Chris cleared his throat, stealing a glance at me before focusing back on the road.

"Luna, can I ask you a question?"

My brows creased together, unsure about where he was heading."Is there a problem?"

He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. "The boss asked me if something happened with you last night."

"What?" My heartbeat quickened, my attention fully on him. "I don’t understand."

"I thought I heard you arguing about something with your dad last night."

"Oh, that?" I forced out a chuckle, relaxing into the seat. "We were mostly arguing about my mom," I lied smoothly.

Chris nodded slowly. "I guess you have nothing to be worried about then."

I drew in a deep shaky breath. "But did you tell Razor anything?"

"Nope," he met my gaze, curious eyes searching my face before returning to the road. "He just wanted to know how you broke your phone."

"It was a mistake, that’s all," I defended myself, growing irritated. Chris didn’t reply though; he remained focused on the road.

The car was silent for a few seconds before the image of Dean’s face appeared in my memory. "What about Dean, is he alright?"

Chris glanced at me, his expression unreadable as he processed my question. "Yes, he is," he replied simply, his voice devoid of emotion.

A surge of relief washed over me, momentarily easing the knot of anxiety in my chest. "Thank goddess. What about that fucking bitch?" I spat, unable to suppress the venom in my words.

Chris’s eyes flicked to me in surprise. He didn’t expect me to curse, I guess. "She’s at the pack, I suppose. She’ll apologize to you, I promise. She didn’t mean to be rude"

It sounded as if he was trying to cover for her mistakes, so unlike him and it felt odd. I might be wrong though.

"Oh, she better. But you’re not going to tell my husband that I cursed, right?" I gave a pleading look. I had to because Chris wasn’t capable of lying to Razor.

He chuckled slightly, surprising me even more. Listen, this man was always so stoic.

"I’ll pretend like I didn’t hear it."

"Thank you." I nodded in appreciation.

As we neared the pack house, my heart began to beat faster and harder. My stomach churned with anxiety, and beads of sweat formed across my forehead. I tried to steady my breathing, but the thought of seeing Razor sent my heart into overdrive.

Why am I feeling so anxious, though? If Razor asked if anything happened, all I had to do was to tell himI was only arguing with Dad because he didn’t tell me sooner about Mom’s health. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, though. Razor was persuasive when he wants to be.

We arrived and got out of the car, quickly making our way inside. I could see a sigh of relief in Chris’s eyes as he checked his watch; we were thirty minutes early. We entered the living room to see Razor sitting on the couch, working on his laptop.

"We’re back, boss," Chris said, getting down on his knees and bowing his head in greeting, while I stood awkwardly beside him, avoiding Razor’s gaze.

"You made it," Razor replied without looking at us. "Leave us alone, Chris. I’ll speak to you later."

"Yes, sir," Chris quickly got up and exited the penthouse, leaving me alone with this brute.

My legs trembled slightly as I waited for close to a minute on my feet, each second increasing with my anxiety. I don’t even know why I feel so scared.

"Over here," he finally spoke, pointing to a spot beside him.

I took slow strides and sat down next to him, still not daring to look at him.

He finally shut the laptop, dropping it beside him before focusing his attention on me. "So, how was your stay there?"

"Great, it was great," I replied hastily, fiddling with my dress.

"Look at me."

I pushed down the lump that had formed in my throat, glancing up slowly. Intense green eyes met mine, making me almost melt into my seat.

"Good," he smiled, resting his elbow on the chair, and my heart almost stopped at how handsome he looked. "And did anything happen that I should know of?"

"What..." I breathed nervously, not missing the slight narrowing of his eyes. "No...no. I mean, yes. I had an argument with my dad." My eyes darted to my fingers, afraid of the intensity of his gaze.

"And why did you both argue?"

Oh gosh, why is he doing this to me?

"It’s about my mom," my voice shook slightly as I recalled my dad’s conversation about my mom to Razor, leaving out the obvious part about planning to leave Razor, of course.

"Hmm. I hope she gets better."

"She will," I nodded slowly, meeting his gaze for a few seconds before looking downwards. "The doctor said she needed lots of rest."

"Then how did your phone get broken?" he leaned forward, brushing strands of hair from my face. I froze, not sure how to react. I didn’t expect this question.

"It...was a mistake." I didn’t lie though. It was really a mistake that it slipped from my hands. "I sat on it by mistake." When he didn’t reply, I stole a glance at him, and his expression was bland.

"I’m sorry," I quickly apologized, not sure what to do.

He chuckled, surprising me a little. "It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize since it was a mistake. I’ll get you a new one."

"Thank you."

"Now come here, let me give you a proper welcome." He opened his arms, and without a second thought, my body reacted impulsively, falling into his embrace.

I breathed in his alluring scent, almost getting lost in it, and soon he leaned back on the couch, cradling me to his chest. "I missed you so much. Stay like this for a moment."

I didn’t reply because honestly, I didn’t miss him. I wanted to be far away from him as soon as possible. But I let myself rest in his embrace; I didn’t want to get into trouble by resisting.

My head raised up, eyes peering at him, surprised to see a smile plastered on his face. But his eyes were shut tightly.

Despite my fear and anxiety, there was an undeniable comfort as I lay in Razor’s arms. His warmth seemed to seep into my bones, soothing the knots of tension in my muscles. I could never let my guard down with someone like him though.

How could I? Trust someone like Razor? Someone who fucking commanded fear and respect in equal measure? I could never stay with him.

Yet, here he was, holding me with a tenderness I hadn’t expected. Was this all a facade or did he really miss me? Because the firm grip of his strong arms around me was telling exactly that, and weirdly it made me feel kind of... special.

Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed when Razor shifted, his hand gently stroking my hair. The gesture was surprisingly tender, and for a moment, I allowed myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was more to him than met the eye.

For sure Razor King is an intriguing man as much as he’s terrifying.

"Are you okay?" His voice broke through the silence, pulling me back to reality.

I nodded, unable to find the words to express the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.

"Good," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "I’m glad you’re here. I’ll never let you out of my sight. Never!"

Of fuck! His words sent a shiver down my spine.. It was as if he knew of my plan to escape. How do I get out of this fucking mess?