Alpha Razor King-Chapter 82: Bad Idea.

**Isabella**

I exhaled sharply, standing in front of the club. It was kind of risky because this wasn’t one of Razor’s clubs, and he was no longer the alpha of the biggest and strongest pack in Upperville.

A nagging feeling sent shivers all over my body, screaming at me that this was a bad idea. But I had to do this. I needed to get through to Razor.

I entered the club, the smell of weed and sweat instantly assaulting my nose. The room was filled with people dancing and drinking, the music thumping loudly in the air. I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as I made my way through the crowd.

My heart was racing, and memories of the last time I was at a club came rushing in. For a moment, I deliberated bolting out of the club before he saw me, but I hardened my heart. This wasn’t the time to be scared. I needed to confront Razor and make him acknowledge me. With a deep breath, I pushed through the crowd, eyes scanning the room.

Where the fuck is he? Probably the VIP room.

Suddenly, I felt a grip on my arm and turned around, my mind racing. I relaxed when I saw that it was only Dean.

"Luna, what are you doing here?" he asked, looking concerned.

"I... I’m looking for Razor," I replied, trying to sound confident.

Dean’s disapproving eyes scanned my outfit, and I could tell he was trying to decide whether or not to say something. Finally, he spoke up.

"Luna, you should leave. The boss is not in a good mood tonight, and seeing you like this... it’s not a good idea," he warned.

I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "Don’t worry, Dean. Razor doesn’t fucking care about me anyway," I replied, masking the hurt in my voice.

Dean frowned, clearly not convinced. "How did you even find out we were coming to this club?" he asked, crossing his arms.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should tell him the truth. But then I decided there was no harm in it.

"I overheard you and Chris talking about it," I admitted.

Dean’s frown deepened. "You shouldn’t have come here, Luna. It’s dangerous," he voiced his concern.

"I’ll be fine, Dean. I just need to talk to Razor," I insisted, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

"Then come with me, let’s get out of here," Dean urged, reaching out to grab my arm.

"If you’re not going to take me to Razor, then forget it," I rolled my eyes, my legs starting to carry me away.

"Luna? Luna, wait up, please," Dean called after me desperately.

I didn’t reply to Dean. I just kept on going. If he wasn’t going to take me to Razor, then I’ll make Razor come to me.

I strode to the front and climbed onto the stage where some of the dancers were already performing. My body began to move in a seductive way, my fingers exploring everywhere. The crowd cheered, urging me on. I swayed and twirled, lost in the music and the energy of the crowd. It felt like a reunion with a part of myself I had long forgotten—the part that my husband had tamed, the part that used to rule the fucking dance floor in Red-water.

The loud beat of the music faded into the background as my senses sharpened, ears catching some whispers behind my back. With a subtle turn, I caught sight of them—men in black suits, their eyes fixed on me.

I tried to dismiss their presence, returning to my dancing, but their intentions became clear when one of them approached, his voice barely audible over the music. "Come with me, beautiful. Someone wants to meet you."

Ignoring him, I danced on, but he gripped my arm, and I felt the cold metal of a weapon pressed against my back.

’’Come with me,’’ he repeated slowly. ’’And you’re not going to get hurt.’’

Panic surged through me, but I maintained composure, glancing around for any sign of Dean. The room was too crowded with everyone partying hard, oblivious to my plight.

Fuck! I’m screwed.

With a resigned nod, I allowed the man to guide me away from the stage, my mind racing with thoughts of where he was taking me to.

As I was led into the dark hallway, fear gripped me tightly. "Where are you taking me?" My voice trembled, but the men remained silent. We entered a room, and my eyes widened at the sight before me. Naked girls sat on the floor, their expressions filled with fear and terror.

"Not again! Don’t tell me I’m about to be fucking sold again," I thought, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Have you found any omega for alpha Dave?" a man with long hair asked as he entered the room. "At this point, it doesn’t matter if she’s human, we just want a fucking sexy bitch."

"She’s right here," the man who brought me here pushed me forward. "Isn’t she sexy? I’m sure our alpha will have fun pounding her."

The long-haired man smirked, assessing me from head to toe. "She’s perfect." He moved closer, reaching out to grab my boobs, but I instinctively slapped his hand away.

"Are you fucking crazy!" he shouted, but the other man stepped in.

"Don’t touch her... remember, alpha Dave doesn’t like damaged goods."

The long-haired man glared at me but didn’t make any further moves. Instead, he backed away.

The other man held my arm and pulled me towards a table, pointing at some white substance. "Would you like some of this?"

"Nooo," I crunched my nose, shaking my head. I didn’t have the guts to do it. Razor didn’t permit me to drink or smoke.

He might really kill me if I took hard drugs.

"If you say so," he shrugged. "But you might regret it because you’re going to really need it," he chuckled.

I was then led farther down the hallway before we finally stopped in front of a room. "Whatever our alpha tells you to do, you had better do it," the man warned me. "Or you’re going to regret it."

I swallowed, hoping somehow that Razor would sweep in and save me from this mess. Drawing in a deep breath, I stepped inside the room. First, I noticed that the room was dark and red...my nose picked up the strong smell of weed and some other unknown drug. And then the other scent, the one that I could never get tired of inhaling... Razor was inside here, I could smell him.

My eyes scanned the room desperately, taking in everything. There were men sitting on the couch, but before I could scan their faces properly, the man pushed me roughly onto the lap of one of them.

"I brought you a gift, alpha," the man who brought me here said.

"You may leave," the alpha replied, wrapping his arms around my waist. I squirmed, trying to get off, but he held me down. I turned my neck, glaring at him. He was a young man, good-looking but nothing like Razor.

"Behave or I’ll strip you naked and fuck you right here," he warned, pulling me closer to him.

My body trembled in fear, eyes scanning the room frantically. About five men were sitting on the couch, not including their men standing beside them.

I’m so sure about that scent.... It was Razor’s scent, but he was nowhere to be found.

Alpha Dave pulled my face to him roughly. "Don’t look anywhere else but me," he husked, running his fingers through my hair.

"Oh, Razor, you’re back. I was beginning to think you’ve left or something." Immediately, these words left Alpha Dave’s lips, I craned my neck, eyes widening in both fear and relief to see Razor and Chris walking out from an inner room.

Razor’s eyes widened in surprise before narrowing down, lasers literally shooting from them. But he quickly regained composure, taking a seat on the couch.

My lips parted in shock. Did he just fucking pretend not to know who I am?

"Why would I leave, Alpha Dave? We’ve yet to conclude our discussion," Razor replied calmly, his gaze fixed on Alpha Dave.

My eyes traveled to Chris’s face. He was standing beside Razor, but he was looking straight ahead, his expression unreadable.

What the fuck is going on? Why aren’t they fucking saving me from this bastard?

"It’s going to take more than your proposal to get us to take your side against Alpha Tom," Alpha Dave said. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"I’ll give you the club downtown, and all of you 500 million dollars each. All I need is for you to lure Tom out of my pack," Razor said coolly, his green eyes still locked on Alpha Dave totally ignoring my existence.

"Your pack? Stupid Dave laughed. I think you meant your former pack. Again, as I said, you’re going to have to do more than that. Am I right?" He asked the rest.

"Ah, yes," the other men chorused together, nodding in agreement.

"You heard them, RAZOR," Dave smirked, placing his fingers on top of my thighs as he began rubbing slowly.

My eyes flew to Razor’s face again, but they were bland, devoid of any emotions. Maybe I had really lost his love.

This whole thing was fruitless and a fucking mistake.