Alpha Razor King-Chapter 135: Progress.

**Isabella**

Some men came outside to take us in finally. I was overjoyed and truly hoped Razor was present. I wanted him to be there.

Chris, Cross, and I entered the large living room where a man with a mean face, in his seventies, was sitting down. Across from him, I was elated to see Razor on the couch, with his legs crossed. He didn’t give a reaction, managing to keep a straight face immediately when our eyes met. It was as if we hadn’t fucked last night.

"So, you’re the people who have been asking for me. Pray tell, what do you want?"

Oh wow, he’s not even going to offer us a fucking seat. Some lame-ass father-in-law.

"Yes, sir," I forced out a smile. "We have something to say that will be of great interest to you."

"And who are you people?"

Here we go.

"I’m Isabella King, the wife of Razor King." I pointed at Cross and Chris. "This is Cross, my husband’s little brother, and Chris, his right-hand man."

The man hummed. "And who’s your husband?"

"The man sitting right there." I gestured at Razor, who didn’t bother to look at me. "I know this is crazy and all, but really, he’s my husband. He disappeared... no, we thought he was dead."

The man laughed. "You expect me to believe my son is your husband? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me."

"She’s not lying. He’s my older brother; he needs to come with us," Cross snapped, losing his patience.

"That’s absurd. You’re all fucking crazy."

Cross looked at me, and I knew he was contemplating if he should reveal that we were actually werewolves to the man, but I shook my head. This place wasn’t wolf territory; it would be unwise to expose ourselves.

"So, what you’re trying to say is my son here is your husband who disappeared five years ago?"

"Sir, you’ve got..." I trailed off when Razor finally stepped in.

"What happened five years ago?" he asked, deeply in thought.

I looked at Razor, my heart aching at his confusion. "Five years ago, you were attacked. You went missing, and we thought you were dead. We’ve been searching for you ever since. When I found you days ago, you didn’t remember me or our life together."

Razor’s eyes narrowed as he tried to piece together the fragments of his memory. "And you expect me to just believe this?"

"Look, brother," Cross interjected, "we don’t care if you believe us or not. The truth is the truth. You’re our family, and we’re not leaving without you."

The old man slammed his hand on the table. "Enough of this nonsense! You think you can just waltz in here and make claims like this? Get out!"

"Sir, please," I pleaded, my voice trembling. "Just give us a chance to prove it. Let us show you the evidence we have."

Razor held up a hand, silencing his father. "Let them speak."

The room fell silent as I took out a small photo album from my bag. "These are pictures of our life together. This is our wedding, and this is our son, Nathan. Please, just look."

Razor took the album, his hands shaking slightly as he flipped through the pages. His expression softened, the faintest flicker of recognition crossing his features but he frowned. "I... I can’t remember anything..."

"Please try, please, I beg you," I cried, unable to take the pain anymore. I just needed him to remember.

He sighed, still glancing through the album. "It looks real, but why can’t I remember anything?"

"That’s because it’s fabricated, Gray. You know how advanced technology is now," his fake father sneered. I had to hold myself back from smacking him.

"At least, just come with us, boss, please. Maybe you’ll remember something," Chris added.

"There’s nothing to remember. You’re a fake!" the annoying old man shouted.

"Dad, maybe they’re right." Razor met my eyes intensely. "I don’t remember things from five years ago, so this is all confusing."

My eyes widened with hope. "We can help you remember."

"I really want to believe you, but you see, you’re not the first people to claim to know me. I mean, they even brought pictures also."

What the fuck? Who the hell would do that?

"We’re not lying, okay?" I insisted, hoping to change his mind.

"I’ll think about it," he said, drawing a scowl from the fake daddy.

"Gray, you can’t be serious."

"I am, Dad." He stood up, adjusting his jacket. "I’ll alert you when I make my decision."

"Thank you," I beamed excitedly. It was an improvement, at least.

Razor didn’t reply and began walking out of the living room.

"You think you’ve won, right?" the old man barked, eying me dangerously.

I ignored him and followed after Razor, who was heading towards the hallway. "Please, wait up."

He stopped but didn’t turn. I hastened my pace and strode over to him.

"What is it?" His green eyes were intense and unkind.

"I... want to say thank you for giving me a chance."

"You already did." He started to walk again, but I held his arm. One look from him sent my hand flying away.

"Sorry," I muttered, feeling a little nervous. "That man, your father, how did you meet him?"

"Why should I answer that?"

"I didn’t mean—"

He grabbed my arm and pushed me roughly against the wall, drawing a yelp from me. "Listen, if I ever find out you’re lying to me, I’ll fucking make you pay."

"Yes... sir..." my head bobbed up and down instantly, on its own accord.

His grip tightened for a moment before he let go, glaring at me. "Don’t test me," he warned, his voice a low growl.

I nodded again, trying to steady my breathing. "I Yes sir," I whispered.

"Good," Razor said, placing both hands on the wall, trapping me. "Because I won’t hesitate to destroy all of you."

Chris and Cross suddenly walked in, their faces instantly filled with concern as they saw me pushed against the wall.

"Let her go," Cross spoke up, his voice steady, trying to keep his emotions in check. Razor turned to him with narrowed eyes.

"Or what?" Razor challenged, daring him to make a move. Cross stood frozen, unsure of what to do next. While Chris looked away nervously. Despite Razor’s memory loss, Chris would never disrespect or disobey him. It was clear that old habits and loyalties still held strong. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Maybe I shouldn’t let her go," Razor continued in a low growl . "I want to see what you lot will fucking do."

His eyes bored into mine, searching for something, and I was stunned. One minute he was distant, confused; the next minute, he was threatening us. His unpredictability was terrifying.

"Please, just let her go," Cross pleaded again, his voice softer this time, trying to defuse the situation.

Razor didn’t tear his gaze away from me. His eyes held me captive, almost bringing me to my knees. "What if she doesn’t want to leave?" he said coolly, sending my heart into overdrive.

He was right. I wasn’t sure I wanted to leave his side for a second. The connection I felt with him was undeniable, despite his threats.

His eyes bore into mine for a moment, and then he finally said,"Go." He released me, turned and walked away, leaving me trembling against the wall.

I stood there for a moment, my heart pounding, watching him disappear down the hallway.

"Are you okay?" Cross asked, approaching me.

I nodded, though I wasn’t sure I believed it myself. "Let’s go," I said, forcing myself to move. My legs felt weak, and my mind was spinning with everything that had just happened.

As we stepped outside, the cool air hit my face, grounding me back to reality. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my breath.

Chris’s phone began to ring."Hello, Dean," he answered. He was quiet for a few seconds, listening intently before he glanced at me with urgency in his eyes. "Dean received a message from the pack house, Luna. We’re about to be attacked."

My heart skipped a beat, and a chill ran down my spine. "What? By whom?"