Alpha Razor King-Chapter 89: Sneaky.

**Isabella**

I watched Razor from across the room, my heart heavy with concern. "Razor," I said softly, approaching him with caution, "what are you going to do about Kira?"

His jaw tightened, his gaze distant as he wrestled with his thoughts. Kira, the bitch who had captured Cross’s heart, was also the sister of Damon, that fucking bastard.

"I don’t know," Razor admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can’t ignore what she’s done, but I also can’t bear the thought of what might happen if Cross finds out the truth about her."

I nodded. "I know, I’m also worried about Cross."

Razor ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his movements. "I can’t risk Cross getting hurt," Razor muttered. "But I can’t just bring myself to save that girl."

I placed a hand on Razor’s arm. "I know you’ll make the right decision sir."

Razor looked at me softly."Thank you, baby." He leaned forward and captured my lips in a kiss. My whole body came alive as I clung to him, longing for more, but he pulled away from me.

Worried eyes met his gaze. "Is everything alright sir?"

"Isabella," he began gently. "I miss you. I miss the peace that comes with just being with you, but I can’t seem to relax, not when Cross is out there."

My heart ached at his words, knowing he was suffering. "I miss you too, Razor," I replied "But I understand why you can’t relax. Cross’s safety is paramount, and I admire your dedication to protecting him."

Razor nodded with a sad smile."I just wish things were different," he sighed. "I wish I could give you the time and attention you deserve, but right now, my focus has to be on keeping Cross safe."

I smiled softly. Razor had really changed. I love it. "I know, Razor," I said, placing a hand on his cheek. "And I’m here for you, no matter what. We’ll face this together."

Razor pulled me into a tight embrace, and I breathed his mesmerizing scent. He was my home.

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During the evening, I went to the garden to relax. I was really worried about Razor and even Cross. I just hoped everything turned out well. After some time alone, Felicia came out to the garden and joined me.

"Is everything alright?" Felicia asked, her voice gentle.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should burden her with my worries. But her kind eyes encouraged me to speak.

"I’m worried about Cross," I admitted.

"I can’t help but think that this is partly my fault."

"I understand, dear. It’s natural to worry about our loved ones, especially when we can’t be there to protect them." Felicia nodded understandingly, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"But Luna, it’s not your fault. This is all on Beta Tom."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought about Cross, alone and in pain. "I just wish there was something I could do to help him," I said, my voice trembling with emotion.

Felicia squeezed my shoulder reassuringly. "You’re doing everything you can, my dear. Sometimes all we can do is hope and pray for the best."

I nodded, grateful for Felicia’s comforting words. "Thank you, Felicia. I don’t know what I’d do without your support."

Felicia smiled warmly. "You’re welcome, dear. We’re all here for you."

"Cross!" I exclaimed. "I miss you so much."

"He’s very strong, Luna," Felicia said reassuringly. "I have faith that he’ll be okay."

I nodded. "I hope so," I replied softly. "I just wish he didn’t fall in love with the wrong person."

Felicia placed a hand on my shoulder. "Love can be complicated, Luna. Sometimes, we can’t help who we fall for."

I sighed, knowing she was right. "I just wish things were different," I murmured. "I wish he could find happiness without all this pain."

Felicia squeezed my shoulder. "We all wish that, Luna. But Cross is strong, and he has people who care about him. He’ll find his way through this."

"You’re right, Felicia."

We fell into a comfortable silence, just glancing at the beautiful view in front of us.

Boredom had set in, and I turned to Felicia once more, seeking a distraction from my worries. "Do you know how Razor found out about Kira being Damon’s sister?"

Felicia nodded, a knowing look in her eyes. "They found some records and pictures of the Rollins family," she began. "She was indeed Damon’s sister, and she had been working with that Ian guy to lure both you and Cross to Damon."

"Ian?" I asked, my brows furrowing slightly. "I totally forgot about him."

"Didn’t you hear about what happened to him?" Felicia inquired.

I shook my head, feeling a pang of guilt. I couldn’t bring myself to ask Razor about Ian. He would have gotten mad.

"He was killed by Damon because he refused to disclose your location," Felicia explained.

I felt a mix of emotions wash over me. Guilt for not knowing about Ian’s fate sooner, relief that he had stood strong against that bastard, Damon, and sadness for the ultimate price he had paid.

"I had no idea," I whispered

"It’s not your fault, Luna. Ian made his choice, and he chose to protect you."

"He wasn’t a bad person, Felicia, he just wanted to help me."

"And he did just that. He redeemed himself," said Felicia.

After spending some time in the garden, Felicia and I decided to head back inside the mansion. As she went to the kitchen, I made my way upstairs to check on Nathan, my little bundle of joy. However, upon reaching his room, I was surprised to find his baby cot empty.

My heart began to race in panic as I dashed out of the room and hurried downstairs, calling out for Nathan. "Nathan! Nathan!" I called over and over, my voice filled with fear.

Felicia rushed out from the kitchen, concern written all over her face. "Luna, what’s the problem?"

"My baby, I can’t find my baby," I panicked, my eyes scanning the living room in desperation.

"But he was in his baby cot," Felicia said, confused. "Come on, let’s go alert security."

Before we could move, Kelsey, Felicia’s niece, walked into the living room with Nathan in her arms. "There’s no need for that," she said casually. "He’s with me."

I hurried towards her and grabbed Nathan away, my heart still racing. "What is the meaning of this, Kelsey?"

She laughed. "What’s all the theatrics for? I heard him crying, so I went into the room and took him."

"Crying?" I frowned. "You heard him crying from downstairs?"

"My senses are sharp," she bragged.

Felicia, glaring at her niece, chimed in. "And where did you take him to?"

"We were inside the boss’s study," Kelsey replied nonchalantly.

"Haven’t the boss warned you not to enter there without his permission?" Felicia scolded.

"Relax, Aunt, I just wanted to take Nathan there. I’m sure the boss wouldn’t mind," Kelsey said, trying to defend her actions.

"Kelsey," I called out, my expression hard. "Don’t ever take my child without my permission. Next time, inform me when he’s crying instead of taking him."

"I don’t understand," Kelsey said, crossing her arms. "Are you worried I’ll do something to him?"

"Of course I am," I snapped, my frustration evident. It was clear that Kelsey was jealous of Razor and me.

"Okay, fine," Kelsey nodded bitterly. "It won’t happen again." With that, she angrily stormed out of the living room.

"I’m so sorry, Luna," Felicia apologized, clearly embarrassed by her niece’s behavior. "I’ll talk to her, I promise."

"It’s alright, Felicia," I replied, trying to calm myself down. The important thing was that Nathan was safe, and I would make sure to keep a closer eye on him from now on.

But something felt wrong. I didn’t like the way Kelsey looked at me; it was as if she was plotting something. But I swear, if anything happens to my son, she’ll have me to contend with. I’ll show her that I can also be cruel.

After bathing and feeding Nathan, I put him to bed and went back downstairs, just in time to see Razor, Chris, and Dean entering the living room with a young girl with ash blonde hair. Could this be Kira?

I ran to Razor and hugged him. "Welcome, sir."

He pulled away and pecked my forehead. "Thank you, my love. How are you doing?" he asked, caressing my cheek softly.

"I’m fine. I missed you so much," I muttered shyly, drawing a beautiful smile from him. I love how when he smiles, it definitely does something to me.

Motioning at the girl, I asked him, "Is she the one?"

"Yes, she’s Kira," Razor nodded. "And she has a lot to say to us. Come on," he gestured at Chris to drag her along, probably to the dungeon.

As she passed me, our gazes met, and I instantly felt bad for her. She was obviously young and looked quite scared. I just hoped Razor would show her mercy, at least for Cross’s sake.