Alpha Razor King-Chapter 52: Escape Plan.

**Isabella**

A knock sounded on the door, and Razor quickly asked who it was.

"It’s me, Nathan," my dad replied from outside. "I wanted to come check up on Isabella. I didn’t know you were back. I’ll leave you both to talk."

"There’s no need, Nathan. We were coming out already," Razor replied, his eyes never leaving me. "Come on, grab your bag, let’s go."

"Yes, sir," I barely whispered, walking slowly towards the bed to pick up the bag.

I knew I was in trouble, and there was nothing I could do about it. Part of me wanted to scream at my dad, to beg Razor not to punish me, but I knew that was a losing battle. My dad is always going to be team Razor, and it scared me.

After a minute, we were outside, saying goodbye to my parents. I hugged my mom tightly and wished that I didn’t have to leave her.

Please don’t forget to take your meds," I said to her. "I’ll be in touch if you need me, alright?"

She chuckled lightly. "I’ll be fine, baby, just go home safely with your husband." She noticed my fingers tremble slightly. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, yes," I nodded nervously. I didn’t want to get into any more trouble with Razor. "I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, Isabella." She smiled at me. "Go on now, and don’t worry about me, Isa. I’ll be fine, I promise."

"Go on now, and don’t worry about me, Isa. I’ll be fine, I promise."

I nodded, wiping my cheeks with the back of my palm. "Goodbye, Mom."

I turned toward my dad, and he hugged me briefly. "Remember, always obey your husband, Isa. It’s for your own good," he warned sternly.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, knowing better. I have no doubt that if I disrespected my dad in front of my husband, he would definitely spank me, and that would be totally embarrassing.

I waved at my parents and got inside the car, sitting beside Razor. I looked out the window, unable to tear my gaze away from my parents as the car zoomed off.

I relaxed against the car seat, a wave of nausea hitting me. Beside me, Razor was engrossed in his phone, his jaw firmly clenched. I knew he was furious.

I needed a fucking excuse, something to calm his rage when we got home. Maybe I should have just left with Ian, far away from Razor. But then, what would happen to my parents?

How could Ian be so careless? Should I just tell him the earring belongs to me? No, that would be a bad idea. This is so messed up. I wish I could open the window and jump out, far away from Razor

We arrived at the pack and headed straight to the penthouse. My heart raced with each step. As soon as the door closed behind us, Razor turned to me, his eyes burning with intensity.

"Explain, Isabella. How did that earring end up there?"

I swallowed hard, stepping back. "I... I don’t know, Razor. I swear."

"Look at me, Isabella!" His command forced me to meet his gaze. "I want the truth. Did you see Ian?"

Fuck! Should I just confess or continue to lie?

"I swear I didn’t see him," the lie slipped out smoothly. "I was napping, so I didn’t notice anything. And I couldn’t have picked up his scent because I’m wolfless."

I really wanted to tell him the truth about Ian and just get it off my chest, but I was too scared. I’m sure Razor will kill me if I tell him.

He nodded after a moment of silence, then looked directly at me. "I believe you, baby. I’m sorry for doubting you."

He fucking apologized? I’m in deep trouble.

"It’s... okay sir," I said, my voice trembling as I approached him, hugging him gently. "Thank you."

He stroked my hair softly. "Anything for my baby."

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One Week Later.

I glanced at the message on the screen for the hundredth time, contemplating how to approach it.

The message was from Ian, asking me to meet him at the Hives club tomorrow night. He had used a different number, and when I tried to call, it was disconnected.He was leaving Uppervile for a safe place and wanted me to come along with him. This was my only opportunity to escape, according to him.

How the fuck does he expect me to pull this off? Razor would never allow me to go to the club.

I got up from my bed, threw on my robe, and headed out of the room for dinner. Earlier, I had prepared spicy chicken and fried noodles, thanks to Felicia’s teachings.

I sat down next to Razor, with Cross across from me. Razor had been busy dealing with the Dead Man Mafia and searching for Ian.

"Brother, can I visit Uncle Tom tomorrow?" Cross asked suddenly, surprising me. I thought he hated his uncle.

Razor furrowed his brow. "Why?"

"I’m just kind of bored sitting at home all day," Cross muttered, avoiding his brother’s scrutinizing gaze.

"Alright then, you can go," Razor said, nodding and eliciting a bright smile from Cross.

"Thank you, brother."

Wait a minute, I think I know what’s going on here. Cross probably wants to go see his girlfriend or something.

"Can I come along with Cross?" I found myself asking, surprising them both, and immediately regretted it.

Razor dropped his fork on the table and faced me. "And why’s that?"

"Nothing special," I fiddled with my fingers nervously. "Just forget I said that."

"Isabella!" I detected a hint of warning in his voice and knew instantly that he wanted me to explain myself.

Sighing, I looked up at him. "It’s nothing serious, I swear... I just wanted to go out like Cross, that’s all."

"Fine, you can go with him," Razor said coolly, surprising me.

"Really?" I gasped, still shocked. "Thank you, Razor."

"You’re welcome," he smiled gently, and I instantly felt a tug of guilt in my chest.

He was being nice, but I was about to betray him. It was either this or stay with him for the rest of my fucking life. I chose the latter.

I noticed Cross’s eyes fixed on me, and as I looked up, he looked skeptical. Of course, he knew I was up to something, just as I knew he was also up to something.

Hopefully, tomorrow, I’ll be out of Razor’s life forever.