Alpha Razor King

**Isabella** 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Overjoyed, I ran towards him and hugged him tight, but he pushed me away roughly, nearly knocking me off balance.

"What the fuck do you think you’re doing, lady?" he glared at me, eyeing me from head to toe.

My eyes narrowed slightly. What the hell was he talking about? He had long dark hair, green eyes, was tall and muscular, with an intense demeanor—this man was my fucking husband!

"Razor... it’s me, Isabella, your wife."

His men began to laugh at me, but he didn’t laugh. He just stared at me intensely with a disgusted expression.

"Mommy, why did you call him Razor? Is he my daddy?" Nathan asked excitedly.

"Whoa, whoa, kid. I’m not your daddy. I don’t remember getting married and having a son..."

"Razor... you really don’t remember? You’re Razor King, the alpha of the Bloody Skull pack in Upperville."

"Bloody Skull pack? Alpha? What is this, some kind of werewolf lore?" he taunted, and they began to laugh again. "Listen, lady, I’m not Razor whatsoever. I’m Gray Knights, and I’m not from Upperville. And werewolves don’t exist."

I stared at him in disbelief. Did this mean he lost his memory and perhaps his wolf too?

"You have your son now, please leave."

"But you’re my daddy!" Nathan pouted at him. For a moment, he seemed touched, but his jaw clenched.

"Leave right now, or you’ll regret it."

I held Nathan’s hand and began walking away, stopping at the entrance. Turning back, I glanced at him to be certain it was him....It was my husband, but why didn’t he recognize me?

Back at the hotel room, I couldn’t stop crying. I just couldn’t believe this. How come he didn’t recognize me... What happened to him? I was glad he was alive, but it hurt so much that he didn’t remember his wife and son.

"Mommy, it’s alright. Maybe Daddy hit his head somewhere. We just have to make him remember us somehow," Nathan wrapped his little arms around my neck.

"But how do I do that, baby? He doesn’t even want us to be near him," I cried.

I had already informed Cross about it, and he said he was coming over with the rest. I couldn’t wait for them to arrive. Maybe they could offer a solution to this madness.

After dinner, Nathan and I retired to bed, but I couldn’t get my mind off Razor. What could have happened five years ago? I thought Dean said he was dead. He literally said he witnessed it.

In the morning, I got a call from Cross that they were already in Miami and headed for one of Razor’s mansions here. I hadn’t wanted to go there because it reminded me so much of him, and I didn’t want to miss him so much.

Nathan and I took a taxi and arrived at the mansion in probably fifteen minutes since it wasn’t far from the hotel.

"Isabella, what’s going on? What did you mean by that?" Cross asked immediately as I stepped inside the living room. Dean and Chris were also present.

I opened my mouth to say something, but all that came out were tears. "It’s alright, come on now," Cross pulled me into a hug, patting my back gently.

"It was him," I pulled away, glancing at all of them. "I saw him. It was Razor, but he didn’t recognize me or Nathan. He doesn’t even remember that he’s a werewolf."

"What?" Chris breathed in surprise. "That’s crazy... but I don’t get it. I thought you saw him get ripped apart," he raised a brow at Dean.

"Yes, I swear I saw it," Dean nodded slowly. "It was his wolf, I’m sure...it was crowded, and they all gathered around him. I could barely see him, but..."

"Maybe he found a way to escape," Cross said. "I mean, he’s alive."

"Probably... maybe the dismembered body wasn’t his," Dean agreed.

"What are we going to do? I can’t just leave him out there. I cried. And Nathan... Nathan wants to meet his daddy."

"Don’t worry, Luna, we’re going to get the boss back. We just have to find a way to make him remember us," Chris sighed.

"Can you take us there? I just want to see my brother."

"Alright, Cross, but don’t get your hopes high..." I warned him.

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"It’s over there," I pointed at the building.

"It’s kind of a loan shark business," Cross observed, glancing at the signpost.

"Alright, we’re going inside, but it doesn’t seem like they’re going to let us see him easily," Chris shook his head. "But we still have to try."

"Let’s go..." I said.

"Luna, you should have stayed back at the mansion with Dean and Nathan. We don’t want you to get hurt."

"This is my husband we’re talking about, Chris. I’m not going back. Just forget it," I hissed at him before walking ahead of them to the building entrance.

We met two men who cast suspicious glances at us.

"Can we help you?" one of the men asked with curious eyes.

"Uh...we want to borrow or take a loan, something like that..." Cross spoke up.

"Have I seen you somewhere before?" the man asked Cross.

"Exactly, he looks familiar," the other man joined in.

I almost rolled my eyes. Of course he looked fucking familiar because he was Razor’s little brother, duh!

"Not that I remember," Cross forced out a smile. "So, can we go in?"

They both looked at each other before clearing the path for us. Cross entered first, and then I attempted to enter, but one of the men held my arm.

"Wait a minute," he sneered, "aren’t you the beautiful weird lady from yesterday with that little boy?"

"You’re right, Bruce," the other nodded with a wry smile. "It is her. Sorry, missy, you ain’t allowed here."

Without warning, I twisted his arm behind his back and knocked him out with my fist while Chris quickly took care of the other one. It was easy since they were just humans.

"Now let’s go find my husband," my eyes burned with determination.