Alpha Razor King-Chapter 36: Cross’s Plan.

**Isabella**

I finished setting the table with Felicia, arranging the cutlery neatly in place.

"Perfect, this is perfect," Felicia clasped her hands together, admiring the meticulously dressed table. "You did a great job, Luna."

"Thanks, Felicia," I returned the smile. I was genuinely grateful for her patience in teaching me how to prepare the seafood pasta, especially since Razor had requested it for dinner. I couldn’t have done it without her.

"The boss will be here shortly," Felicia said as she headed to tidy up the kitchen.

I quickly made my way to the room for a quick shower before Razor’s return. It had been two days since I returned from my parents’ house, and I hadn’t heard from Ian or seen Cain. To make matters worse, I hadn’t been able to leave the penthouse since then; Razor explicitly forbade me from doing so.

After a few minutes, I emerged from the bathroom, my hair tied up in a bun, wearing a red nightgown and a touch of lovely scent. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Razor strolled inside.

I turned to face him, nodding slowly. "Welcome home."

"Is that how you greet your husband?" He raised his brow with a cocky grin.

I pushed down the lump in my throat, taking slow strides towards him. I stopped in front of him, going on tiptoes to plant a brief kiss on his lips.

"Is that all?" This time his expression was bland, and it made my heart race. I was anxious, fearing his anger.

Unsure of what to do next, I went on tiptoes again, wrapping my hands around his neck and kissing his lips briefly before burying my head on his chest. "Welcome home, Razor."

This time he chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Thank you, my love." He pulled away from me, using his fingers to caress my skin. "I’ll go take a quick shower. I can’t wait to see what you have in store for dinner."

Oh, I bet he’ll love it. Maybe then I can convince him to let me continue my training. I need to speak to Cain. I turned back to see him entering the bathroom. Fuck! I swallowed hard, feeling my nipples harden at the sight of his perfect round butt.

Razor King might be a brute, but he was one hell of a sexy man who could easily bring any woman to her knees with a flick of his fingers.

Thirty minutes later, we were settled at the dining area, Razor, Cross, and I. Dinner was eaten mostly in silence until Razor spoke up.

"You did a great job, Isabella," he praised, glancing in my direction beside him. "It’s delicious."

"Thank you so much, Razor," I returned with a smile. "I’m glad you love it."

I felt genuinely happy that he enjoyed it. I had put in a lot of effort, and it was rewarding to see it pay off.

"It’s delicious," Cross added, nodding at me.

"Thank you, Cross."

"Cross," Razor called, and his little brother straightened his back instantly, fixing his gaze on Razor. "You’ll be visiting your uncle Tom tomorrow."

Cross sighed, not looking too keen on the idea, and I wondered why. "Yes, sir."

"And you had better behave. I don’t want to hear any complaints."

"Yes, sir."

After some minutes, Dean and Chris arrived at the dining area to deliver their reports or whatever to Razor.

While they were busy chatting with Razor, I turned my attention to Cross. "Hey, are you okay?" I whispered.

He nodded briefly before focusing on his food. Why was he acting so distant?

"Hey," I whispered again. "Why are you acting so weird?" Still no reply. "Have you heard anything from Cain?"

"Shhh," he shushed me. "My brother is here," he whispered back, peering at Razor.

What’s his problem? Razor isn’t even paying attention to us right now. I exhaled sharply, relaxing back in my chair.

Dean and Chris left the penthouse, and now Razor’s attention was solely on me. "Is there a problem, Isabella?" he asked, glancing from me to Cross.

I shook my head vigorously, letting out a nervous chuckle. "No...no, there’s no problem." His narrowed eyes indicated he didn’t quite believe my reply. I squirmed in my seat, averting my gaze. "I...I..."

"Luna wanted to know if I was doing fine," Cross cut in, making me relax a bit. "I’m sorry for not responding properly," he apologized to me with a small head bow.

Razor nodded. "Is that so?" His gaze shifted to me, and I nodded slowly. "Well, as you can see, he’s fine."

"Yes, I see." I chuckled slightly. "Sorry for worrying you."

"And Cross," Razor nodded at his brother, "you can call her Isabella."

Cross was taken aback by his words but looked pleased. "Yes, sir."

I threw him a small smile, glad he didn’t have to call me Luna anymore. It always felt weird coming from him.

Maybe Razor was in a good mood. I drew in a deep breath, took a sip of my water, and looked up at him. "Razor, can I go to the training ground tomorrow?"

He dropped his fork on the table, his intense gaze meeting my nervous eyes. "Why?"

"I just think I should be training instead of... instead of just doing nothing at home."

"Are you sure that’s the only reason?"

"Uh... yes, of course."

"You will, but not tomorrow."

I sighed in defeat. "Yes, sir."

I guess I’ll just have to figure out another way to get to Cain.

After dinner, Razor left the penthouse while Cross and I stayed back to do the dishes. I was actually glad because now I could ask Cross whatever I wanted.

"So why did you refuse to pay attention back there?" I passed a plate to Cross, who took it.

"Because my brother was there."

"And so?"

He shot me an amused look. "Well, you tend to be on your best behavior when you’ve recently received an ass whooping."

I chuckled at his words before leaning back against the dishwasher. "But what happened? Why did you get into trouble?"

He paused, glancing down at the soapy water. "It was because of that bitch Tara," his jaw clenched as he recalled the incident. "I hate her so much."

"What did she do?" I asked desperately, curious about the past.

"It’s not my place," he shook his head, continuing to do the dishes.

"She had something to do with your parents’ death, didn’t she?"

I felt anger radiate from him as he handled the dishes with unnecessary force, though he didn’t make any comments.

I sighed, taking the dishes and drying them. "At least you get to go out tomorrow."

He rolled his eyes. "It’s not like I want to anyway."

"You don’t like your uncle?"

He paused and looked at me, amazed. "You’re so inquisitive, you know, Luna?"

"Isabella," I corrected, and he laughed.

"Yeah, I have to get used to it."

"You better."

We finished cleaning, and before Cross made his way to his room, his phone began to ring. "Hello, Kira, I think we might be able to meet tomorrow," he said as he entered his room.

Now who is Kira? I’m also 100% sure Razor is not aware of this meeting. Does he have a death wish or something?

Curious to hear more, I quickly tiptoed my way towards Cross’s room and stood in front of his door. I planted my ear against the door, hoping to catch something. Once again, it sucked being wolfless; my sense of hearing wasn’t heightened like other werewolves’.

"Yes, maybe we can meet at that club," he was saying, and I strained my ears harder to hear more. "Yes, maybe we can grab some drinks or something."

I let out a scoff, shaking my head. Cross was planning on going clubbing with a girl tomorrow while I was stuck in here. This is crazy. I brought my hand up to knock, but the door suddenly opened, revealing an anxious Cross.

He held the door in one hand and his heart in the other, exhaling in relief. "Thank the moon goddess it’s you, Isabella."

I jammed a hand on my hip. "I heard everything, Cross. I want to go too."

Cross scoffed, shaking his head. "How’s that possible? My brother will never allow it."

"What if I manage to convince him to let me join you tomorrow?"

"That’s impossible, and you know it. But if you succeed, then maybe. But why do you want to go clubbing?"

To have an opportunity to see Ian, of course. But I couldn’t tell Cross that.

"I just missed it so fucking much."

"My brother will kill me if he ever finds out I went clubbing, let alone taking his wife along with me."

I rolled my eyes. "Then why are you going clubbing?"

"Nothing," he shook his head, looking away. "Just forget I said anything. I won’t go to the club again, so don’t worry yourself." He hurriedly said, shutting the door before I could reply.

I turned away from the door, heading to my room, freezing in step when my ringtone went off. Glancing at the screen, it was an unknown number.

I picked up the call. "Hello, who’s this?"

"It’s me, Cain. Are you ready to begin your escape plan?"