Alpha Razor King-Chapter 130: Failed Attempt.

**Isabella**

We entered the building careful not to make any sound. It was filled with the soft murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses. The smell of cigars and expensive cologne was strong.

Chris led the way, tense but determined. Cross and I followed, looking around for any sign of Razor. We walked through a narrow hallway, passing several closed doors, until we reached a larger room at the end.

Inside, a group of men were gathered around a table, having a heated discussion. Their conversation stopped abruptly when we entered, and everyone stared at us. A blond man at the head of the table, dressed sharply, raised an eyebrow.

"Who are you, and what do you want?" he asked coldly.

"We’re here to see Gray Knights," I said firmly, using Razor’s new name. "It’s important."

The man leaned back, studying us. "And why should I let you see him?"

"Because it’s very important," I begged, desperation clear in my voice. "Please, we don’t want any trouble, just get Razor."

The man in front of us squinted, then his eyes widened in recognition. "Wait a minute, aren’t you the lady from yesterday?" He scoffed, an amused smile spreading across his face. "You must be obsessed with our boss."

He turned to his men, his expression hardening. "Get them."

The men lunged at us, but we were ready. Cross, Chris, and I easily overpowered them, our werewolf strength far superior to theirs. As I twisted the blond man’s arm and kicked his leg hard, he crumpled to the ground, groaning in pain.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Razor appeared from a side door. My heart skipped a beat as his intense green eyes scanned us.

"What’s going on here, Marv?" He asked, sounding irritated.

"We have visitors who insist on seeing you," the blond man groaned, gesturing toward us.

Razor’s gaze lingered on me, showing a flicker of recognition before hardening. "You again?" he muttered. "I thought I told you to stay away."

"Please, Razor, listen to me," I pleaded, stepping forward. "I know you don’t remember, but we need to talk."

He crossed his arms, looking cold and unyielding. "There’s nothing to talk about. I don’t know you."

"Boss!" Chris knelt down and bowed, which only seemed to confuse Razor more.

Cross stepped forward, his voice filled with desperation. "Brother, don’t you remember me?"

For a moment, Razor looked stunned, his gaze shining with recognition as he studied Cross’s face. The resemblance between them was undeniable, but Razor quickly masked his emotions, his expression turning cold and unreadable.

"What do you want?" he demanded.

"Please, Razor," I began, stepping forward cautiously. "We just want to talk to you. We need you to remember who you are."

Razor’s eyes darkened. "I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m Gray Knights, not Razor. I don’t have a family, and I certainly don’t have a brother."

"Yes, you do," Cross insisted. "You are Razor King, the alpha of the Bloody Skull pack. We’ve been searching for you for years. You have a son, Nathan. He needs you."

Razor’s jaw tightened, a muscle twitching as he processed Cross’s words. "This is nonsense. Werewolves don’t fucking exist. You’re delusional."

"Look at me," Cross said, his voice trembling with emotion. "Look at us. We’re your family. Deep down, you know it’s true."

Razor’s eyes narrowed with uncertainty, but he quickly masked it with anger. "I said leave, now! Before I have you all thrown out."

"We’re not leaving," I said firmly, stepping closer. "Not until you listen to us."

Razor’s gaze locked onto mine, and for a brief moment, I saw a flicker of recognition, a hint of the man I once loved. But it was quickly replaced with a cold, hard stare.

"You have no proof," he said flatly.

"I have a picture I’ll show you." I reached for my phone inside my pocket but was horrified to find out that I had forgotten it at the mansion.

"Fuck," I cursed under my breath.

"What, you don’t have any pictures, do you?" he taunted, but Cross stepped forward.

"I have some on my phone," he cried out, but Razor stopped him with a raised hand.

"Enough! I have had enough of this madness. Get out right now or else."

"Razor, please, just look at the pictures," I pleaded, my voice trembling with desperation. "We’re not lying to you. You’re my husband, Nathan’s father. We need you."

Razor’s gaze hardened, his jaw clenched. "I told you, I don’t know you. Now leave."

"But—"

"Leave!" Razor’s voice boomed, causing the entire room to fall silent. His men stood ready, waiting for his command.

"I’m not going anywhere without you," I declared. Turning to Chris and Cross, I added, "We’ll have to forcefully take him."

Both men nodded in agreement, their resolve matching mine. They moved to attack Razor, but he effortlessly gripped Chris’s arm and forced him to his knees.

"Now, how the hell did he do that?" Cross asked, surprised.

"He’s a damn alpha. Of course, he still has his strength," Chris groaned in pain.

"Still saying nonsense, I see," Razor growled, laying a powerful kick on Chris’s jaw that sent him flying across the room with a thud.

Cross attacked next, but Razor dodged his blow easily, punching him and instantly breaking his nose. He then pushed Cross roughly to the ground.

"Who’s next?" Razor taunted, his eyes locking onto mine. Just then, Chris attacked from behind, but Razor caught him and grabbed him by the neck, ready to twist it.

"No... please don’t do it," I begged, raising my hands in surrender.

"Why shouldn’t I?" he growled, digging his fingers deep into Chris’s throat, almost choking him.

"We’ll leave," I said, tears streaming down my face. "Don’t kill him, please."

"Fine," he muttered, pushing Chris towards me. "Throw them out," he ordered his men, who quickly grabbed us and literally threw us out of the building.

"Welp, that was a disaster!" Chris groaned, holding his bruised neck.

"We lost," I cried, raking my fingers through my hair.

"Come on, Isabella, don’t feel sad. It’s not your fault," Cross said, holding my shoulder, but I shook my head.

"I’m not leaving. I’m not leaving until I make Razor remember."

"Of course. But how do we convince him? He almost killed us," Cross sighed.

"We’ll have to find out everything about him," I suggested with a determined look. "There has to be something that can trigger his memory also. We just need to dig deeper and figure out what happened to him."