Alpha Razor King-Chapter 144: The End-PT 1

**Isabella**

"Isabella, Isabella," Razor rushed inside, and before I could even register his presence, he threw his arms around my neck, pulling me into a tight embrace. The warmth of his body against mine, the familiar scent that I had missed for so long, overwhelmed me. I drew in a deep breath, afraid to utter a word. Could it be? Did he remember me now?

"Isabella, are you alright?" Razor pulled away from the hug and cupped my face gently, his eyes searching mine with an intensity that made my heart ache.

I couldn’t bring myself to respond immediately. It was too surreal, too good to be true. I had been waiting for this moment for so long, and now that it was here, I was terrified it was just a dream.

"What is it, baby? Are you..." he started, worried lines etched across his forehead.

"I can’t believe it...you...you remember everything," I finally whispered nervously.

"Yes," he nodded frantically, his eyes bright with a mix of guilt and relief. "I remember everything... I’m so sorry."

The dam broke, and I began to cry. All the pain, the loneliness, the fear—it all came rushing out in uncontrollable sobs. "It was so hard, Razor. How could you leave me for five years?"

"I’m so sorry, Isabella," he whispered, pulling me back into his arms, holding me as if he’d never let go again. I clung to him, tears soaking his shirt, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was that he was here, with me, finally.

"I missed you so much," I choked out between sobs.

"I missed you too, my little wife," he murmured, holding on to me like a lifeline.

My mind flashed to our son, and panic seized me. "What about Nathan?" I asked, pulling away slightly to look around the room. "Is he alright?"

Razor nodded, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "He’s fine. He’s already asleep since it’s midnight."

Relief flooded through me, but it was quickly replaced by a darker thought. "And that bastard...is he...dead?"

"He’s in the dungeon," Razor replied coldly. "He’s going to regret ever betraying us."

Razor climbed fully onto the bed, pulling me close to his chest. He began running his fingers through my hair, a gesture that was both comforting and familiar. "How have you been faring all this while?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

I chuckled bitterly, snuggling closer to him. "It’s been boring, to say the least. But thankfully, everyone made it bearable."

"I’m so glad they were here for you," he said softly.

"Yes," I whispered, my thoughts drifting to Nathan again. "I’m really glad Nathan will finally get to grow up with his father... He kept on asking about you, Razor."

"I know..." he murmured. "But I’m here now."

There was a moment of silence, the kind that hung heavy with unsaid words. Finally, I mustered the courage to ask, "Razor?"

"Yes?" he responded, his hand still gently stroking my hair.

"Can I ask something?"

"Sure."

"Why did that man who claimed to be your father lie and hide you all this while?"

He drew a long sigh. "I don’t know. I wish I really knew. He’s the fucking reason I missed five years of my family."

"I know... but I’m glad he saved you. Even though..."

"I don’t know what to feel about him, baby," Razor interrupted firmly.

We were quiet for a few minutes, just lying there in each other’s arms. Finally, I broke the silence with a small, teasing smile. "I’ve missed your scent."

He laughed softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "Likewise... I missed holding you, fucking you, and also spanking you." His voice was hoarse, firm, and it sent shivers down my spine.

I had almost forgotten how much of an effect he had on me. A word from this man could literally bring me to my fucking knees.

"Did you... I mean, how many women did you fuck all these years?" I asked suddenly, the question tumbling out before I could stop myself. He didn’t reply immediately, so I lifted my head to meet his gaze. His expression was unreadable.

"Why... did you?" He raised his brow.

I rolled my eyes. "I asked you first."

His hand moved to my ass, and then he spanked it, making me yelp in surprise. "What did you say?" he asked, squeezing my ass firmly.

Apparently, he was still an asshole.

"Razor, it’s not fair," I whined, pouting.

"I know, my little wife. Now answer me," he demanded. His tone was playful but with an edge of seriousness.

"I didn’t fuck anyone, okay?" I muttered, feeling a bit embarrassed by the conversation.

He hesitated, then finally said, "Likewise me."

I gave him a skeptical look. "But we fucked, and you didn’t even recognize me."

"Actually, I did try to with a few women," he admitted. "But whenever I did, my heart hurt so bad. It never got beyond the kissing stage. I thought it would be the same with you."

"But you still fucked me," I pouted, and he chuckled.

"Are you jealous of yourself?" he teased and then his expression turned serious. "But seriously, I only wanted to do it with you because you said you were my wife. I wanted to see for myself if we had any kind of connection if you were going to be different."

"And what happened?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

"It worked its course," he said.

"And yet you were still an asshole to me," I pointed out. "You acted like it had no effect on you."

He drew me closer, his grip tightening as if to reassure me. After a few seconds, I couldn’t help but ask, "What would you have done if I had fucked someone else?"

"Nothing," he answered calmly.

"Really?" I was taken aback by his response.

"Yes. I would have understood. I mean, you thought I was dead."

"That’s... great," I muttered, unsure of what to make of his answer.

"And then I’d have spanked your naughty ass and fucked you so hard you’d be begging for more," he added with a mischievous grin.

I laughed out loud, feeling a weight lift off my chest. "You’ll never change, Razor."

He lifted my chin and kissed me on the lips. The warmth of his kiss ignited a fire within me, a blaze that spread through my entire body, awakening desires I had buried deep during his absence. Every sensation, every memory of our love, came rushing back, overwhelming me with longing. I had missed him so much that it hurt.

When he pulled away, the intensity of his gaze softened, and he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. "You still need rest," he murmured softly. "Come, let’s get some sleep."

I nodded and buried my face against his chest as I felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Wrapped in his arms, the world felt right again, and for the first time in years, I drifted off to sleep with a heart at peace.

The next morning, after a refreshing shower, I prepared and made my way to the living room. The sight before me stopped me in my tracks—Nathan was playing happily with Razor, both of them lost in their own little world. A bright smile tugged at my lips. Seeing them together like this, so at peace and beautiful, filled my heart with a warmth I hadn’t felt in a long time.

"Isabella, I’m so glad you’re alright," Lisa said as she entered the living room, her face lighting up when she saw me. She walked over and gave me a brief, warm hug.

"Thank you, Lisa," I replied happily. "I’m so glad everything is alright now."

She glanced over at Razor and Nathan, still deep in conversation on the couch. "Don’t they just look great together?" she commented with admiration.

"It warms my heart so much, Lisa," I was unable to take my eyes off them. "You can’t even imagine how much."

Lisa smiled. "I’ve got some good news."

"Really?" I asked, turning to her with interest.

"Yes," she nodded. "Cross told Alpha Razor about us, and he didn’t object. He said we could be together."

My eyes widened in excitement. "OMG! That’s so good to hear!" I gasped, genuinely thrilled for her.

"Yes," she nodded happily, though she added with a hint of a smile, "Although we couldn’t stay in the same room last night."

"Baby steps, Lisa," I chuckled, patting her arm. "At least he didn’t object, and that’s great."

"You’re right," she agreed, her happiness evident.

Just then, Cross walked into the living room, looking around with a concerned expression. "Has anyone seen Anna?"

"She’s in the dungeon," Razor called out from the couch. "She wanted to see that bastard one last time before his execution."

Cross paused for a moment, then turned to Razor. "Can we go see him too brother?" he asked cautiously. "If you don’t mind..."

"It’s fine," Razor replied calmly.

I was surprised Razor allowed it but glad, as I wanted to ch, eck on Anna. Lisa and I followed Cross down to the dungeon. As we approached, horrifying screams echoed down the corridors, growing louder with each step.