Alpha Razor King-Chapter 47: Sudden Attack.

**Isabella**

I chuckled awkwardly, trying to hide my surprise at seeing Ian and the unknown girl. "I just remembered my mother wasn’t feeling quite well," I lied, hoping to mask my discomfort.

Razor nodded slowly. "I’ll make sure we go to visit your parents together soon," he said, his tone comforting.

"Thank you," I replied, genuinely relieved. It was a welcome distraction from the fucking scene unfolding at the nearby table.

As I focused back on my food, my eyes kept darting to Ian and the girl. They were sitting too close for comfort, his arm wrapped around her neck. She looked young, with light blond hair and heavy makeup.

Anger boiled within me. He hadn’t mentioned a girlfriend. But why did it bother me? It wasn’t like I had feelings for Ian. Maybe I felt he should be trying to get me out of here instead of enjoying himself with some girl.

"Are you sure you’re alright?" Razor raised an eyebrow, sensing my unease.

"Yes, yes, I am," I replied, pushing a strand of hair from my face and forcing a smile.

"Look at me, Isabella." Razor’s voice was firm, and I knew he was back to his normal, serious self. I peered at him through my lashes. "Are you sure you’re alright?"

"Yes, sir... I’m fine. I’m sorry for bothering you," I replied, trying to keep my heartbeat steady.

He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, his eyes scanning me curiously. "Alright then, finish your food, and then we’ll leave."

"Yes, sir," I said, grateful for the chance to escape the awkward situation at the other table. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

I wish I could go there and ask Ian about the blue document. What is his damn plan to help me escape Razor? But of course, I couldn’t dare; Razor will skin me alive.

"Let’s go," Razor motioned for me to get up before holding my hand as we walked out of the restaurant. I didn’t bother to look at Ian as we walked; I didn’t want to try my luck. What if Razor notices something?

We arrived at the parking lot; surprisingly, London, one of Razor’s men, didn’t rush to greet us.

Immediately, Razor’s grip on my hand tightened. "Stay close to me," he ordered. "Something is definitely wrong; I can smell blood."

We walked slowly to the driver’s side of the car, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest in fear. The driver had been killed; his heart was ripped out of his chest. Also, inside the backseat was London’s body; he also faced the same fate.

"They’re still around somewhere," Razor noted, opening the car door and flinging the dead body of the man out of the car. He also threw London’s body out and asked me to get in the back seat quickly.

He got inside the car, immediately starting the engine. Suddenly, a few cars began coming towards us.

"Fuck!" Razor hit the steering angrily and sped up into the road with the cars chasing after us.

As Razor sped down the road, the cars behind us in hot pursuit, my mind raced with questions. Who could have done this? Was it Ian? Or that bastard Damon ? And most importantly, how was I going to escape this fucking nightmare?

Razor’s jaw was clenched in anger as he navigated through the traffic, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Put on your seatbelt and hold on tight," he growled, pushing the car to its limits.

The cars behind us were gaining ground, their headlights casting long shadows on the road. I could hear their engines roaring, closing in on us with every passing second.

Suddenly, Razor swerved sharply to the left, narrowly avoiding a collision with an oncoming car. The pursuers were caught off guard, giving us a momentary advantage.

"Where are we going?" My voice trembled with fear.

Razor didn’t answer. Instead, he reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a gun. "We’re going to fucking lose them," he stated coldly.

With a sudden burst of speed, Razor turned down a narrow alley, the pursuers hot on our tail. I could hear the sound of gunshots ringing in the air, but Razor didn’t flinch. He was focused on one thing and one thing only – getting us out of this alive.

As we emerged from the alley, Razor slammed on the brakes, sending the pursuing cars crashing into each other

"Stay here and don’t get out of the car," Razor commanded before getting out of the car with a gun in his hand.

As soon as he stepped out, the air was pierced by the sound of gunshots. I pressed my hands against my ears, trying to block out the terrifying noise. I couldn’t bring myself to look, fear gripping me tightly.

The gunshots were soon accompanied by screeching and the sound of claws on claws, a chilling noise that sent shivers down my spine. They sounded like... fucking werewolves? But that couldn’t be right? My mind raced with possibilities, each more terrifying than the last. What if they weren’t werewolves, but something else entirely?

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. Maybe they were sent by Ian to save me? The uncertainty gnawed at me.

I prayed silently that it was actually help, to get me away from Razor. But surprisingly, I didn’t want Razor dead, despite all he had put me through. After everything, I shouldn’t care if he was actually killed tonight. But that was a tall order. Razor was an Alpha, the strongest in Upper Vile.

After what felt like an eternity, the noise subsided, replaced by an eerie silence. My heart pounded in my chest, the only sound in the stillness of the night.

Footsteps approached, breaking the silence. Was it Razor? I couldn’t be sure.

The car door opened, and I squeezed my eyes shut, too afraid to look. A gentle grip on my arm pulled me out of the car, and I reluctantly opened my eyes, expecting the worst.

To my horror, it was Razor standing before me, covered in blood.