Alpha Razor King-Chapter 40: Price Of Disobedience.

**Isabella**

We were settled at the dinning table for dinner, and let me tell you, I was aching down there. My whole body was on fire, and there was nothing I could do to quench it because my bloody husband refused to give me permission to even jerk off.

I sighed, digging into my plate of mac and cheese with the utmost disinterest. Razor was at the head of the table eating while his men, Dean and Chris, briefed him about today’s issue or whatever. Across from me, Cross sat quietly eating his food. He had returned from his uncle’s house hours ago at noon.

I tried to communicate with him via eye contact, but he refused to look up, solely concentrating on his food. I’d give anything to know if he actually went clubbing. I’ve missed partying, smoking, and drinking alcohol. I couldn’t even dare to do or mention any of these things to Razor; I’m certain if I did, he’d beat my ass.

"How was your visit, Cross?" Razor asked all of a sudden, startling Cross. Dean and Chris were still standing nearby; I guess he hadn’t given them permission to leave yet.

Cross straightened his back like a good soldier, looking in his brother’s direction but not meeting his gaze. "It was great, brother."

"Great?" Razor raised his brow. "Since when was visiting Tom great for you? Did anything happen?"

I swear I didn’t miss Cross squirming in his chair. I guess he actually did go; oh, he’s so dead. Thankfully, Razor received a message on his phone, diverting his attention from Cross.

Our eyes met briefly as Razor glanced at his phone, and I could tell Cross was panicking from the scared look in his eyes. He focused his attention on his food, rushing it more than he needed to.

If he was going to react this way, why did he dare disobey his wicked devil of a brother?

"Send a message to Alpha Kane to strengthen his stronghold; that fucking bastard Damon might be onto him and his pack," Razor ordered his men, and they responded promptly.

"And have there been any sightings of those fools around my territory?" His voice remained cold as he spoke, his gaze still fixed on his phone.

"No, sir, there hasn’t," Dean replied, lowering his head slightly.

The words of my dad came rushing back to me; he actually did mention something about that bastard Damon launching an attack on us, although he told me it was just a bluff. I waved it aside, trying to push the thought from my mind.

"And what happened with Tara?" Razor asked.

"She’s recovering very well," Chris answered this time. "The doctor said she’ll be discharged today."

"Tell her to see me immediately after she’s discharged."

"Yes, sir."

What the fuck happened to that bitch? I couldn’t care less if she died though.

Razor dropped the phone on the table, but didn’t say anything; I could see Cross’s tense shoulders relax a bit. I sighed, relaxing my back on my chair. I didn’t have the least bit of appetite, and I was so frustrated with my whole life.

Mind made up, I stood up and started to leave until his voice stopped me.

"Sit down!"

I turned to see if he was actually speaking to me; his narrowed eyes told me all I needed to know, and of course, I quickly planted my fucking ass back on the chair in fear. So now, I can’t even get up when I want to?

Cross gave me a sympathetic look; it was as if he wanted to communicate something to me with his eyes, but he didn’t dare because of Razor.

A few minutes later, Cross took his plate in hand and looked in Razor’s direction. "Thank you, brother. May I please leave the table?" He asked politely; Razor motioned with his finger, and Cross stood. "Thank you, sir."

I watched confused as Cross went into the kitchen, probably to wash his dish. Why did this brute let him go but not me? Or was it because he took permission?

I’ve had it; did he actually want me to ask permission before getting up? Come on! That’s so embarrassing, and in front of Dean and Chris also.

I suppressed the urge to scream aloud, focusing my anger on my food as I dug into it with more force than necessary. Dean and Chris’s eyes traveled to me, apprehensive, while Razor silently ignored the deliberate noise I was making. I couldn’t care at this point; I’m so done with this! I’m not his slave.

I dropped the fork loudly on the table, getting up. "Excuse me."

"Sit down, Isabella," he ordered in a dangerous tone without even looking at me. But I hardened my heart; he was only trying to scare me.

I sighed, looking down at my feet. "But I need to use the bathroom." A lie, of course; I just wanted to go inside.

"Sit down," he repeated again, but by then, I didn’t know what took over me; I just wanted to keep what was left of my pride. I hated the fact that he wanted to dominate everything I did.

He let out an exhale, relaxing his back on the chair. I visibly jumped when he dropped his fork with a little force, closed his eyes, and then opened them. "Both of you, turn around," he ordered curtly, and Dean and Chris obeyed instantly, turning their backs to us.

What the hell does he want to do? He slowly stood up, causing my breath to hitch. I didn’t even realize when I sat my ass back on the chair, but it was probably too late as he approached me dangerously..

"Get up." His voice was calm, but I knew not to be deceived. Drawing a shaky breath, I stood up, backing away slowly from him.

"Razor, I’m so..."

"Shut the fuck up. Over there," he pointed at the table, "bend over there."

My breathing became rapid as I began shaking my head, distraught. Did he plan to spank me with Dean and Chris present here? I’m so fucking screwed.