The Mall.

**Isabella**

I hurried to make the bed again. This was all new to me because, back home, I had my fucking maid do that. After that, I quickly arranged the chairs, the shelf, and vacuumed the room. Two more minutes, damn!

I quickly took out one of the two dresses I packed inside my bag and wore it over my body. Gosh, I hated the plain lace gown, but it was my longest dress, and anything shorter, that brute Razor would kill me.

Damn! Ten minutes already? I picked up my phone from the headboard and literally flew out of the room. I was almost out of breath when I arrived in the living room, my eyes scanning for Razor. He was seated at the bar, glancing through his phone.

"Right on time." He gazed at me from top to bottom before nodding approvingly. "Come on, let's go." He stood up and beckoned for me to take his hand.

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We arrived shortly at a high-end shopping mall located in the territory of the Bloody Skull pack. It was huge, spacious, and luxurious.

But why did he bring me here?

Dean, the handsome guy with long hair, opened the door for us, and we stepped out hand in hand, with Razor leading the way. As we walked, everyone in the mall bowed as we passed by. At first, I was confused, but then I remembered that Razor was the alpha, and this was his territory.

We took the elevator and arrived at the third floor before getting off. A young woman hurried toward us and bowed her head to the ground before Razor ordered her to rise. She ushered us into the boutique, and it dawned on me that we were here to shop, probably for new clothes for me.

Razor sat down in the VIP area with Dean standing beside him, and he motioned for the lady to take me along with her.

"This way, Luna," she smiled at me as she led the way to the far-right corner of the boutique.

"Here are the latest collections; please pick as many as you like," she pointed at an array of dresses lined up.

I walked towards the clothes, totally ignoring her presence, and started inspecting the dresses. The first one was a chiffon gown, but it was not to my taste, too freaking covered! I moved to the next one, a red bodycon gown, too damn long. I flipped past it angrily. On and on I went, feeling frustration starting to build within me.

I turned a disappointed look at the lady. "Is this all you fucking have?"

She furrowed her brows in surprise. "No, but the boss asked me for this specific choice of clothes for you."

I jammed both hands on my waist. "Well, he's not the one who's going to be wearing the dresses, so give me something different," I spat angrily at her.

She looked in Razor's direction, who was totally oblivious to our conversation, as he was engaged in a conversation with Dean.

I drew a sigh. "Well, come on!"

She nodded and waved for me to follow her. I could tell she was nervous from the way she kept staring at Razor. She stopped in front of another rack of clothes and asked me to pick them up myself. My lips curved in a smile as I wasted no time, picking as much as I liked and wanted to my satisfaction.

I could tell the lady was mortified, but who cares? She can kiss my ass.

"Done," I turned towards her. "Please package the dresses." I was saying without looking at her as I walked back to where Razor was seated in his red blazer jacket, looking all the more sexy for a freaking brute.

Razor's eyes shot up instantly, and I swayed; I almost missed a step. His eyes were so green, mesmerizing, and captivating. Why did he have to be so handsome?

"Are you done?"

"Yes, Razor."

"Good, now go try them on."

My heart began to race instantly. "What..." My voice came off as a whisper.

I didn't freaking expect to try them on here.

He raised one brow at me.

I swallowed visibly, feeling my legs trembling slightly." Yes, Razor."

And just at that time, the lady returned, all smiles. "It's done, Luna."

"Great," Razor clasped his hands. "Now, take her and let her go try them on."

The lady bowed, and I could tell she was nervous as she beckoned for me to follow her. I walked alongside her, perspiration greasing my forehead. What was I thinking in my head? Of course, he would know I had changed dresses.

I entered the changing room, and the lady handed me one of the dresses, which I put on slowly, with trembling fingers. I stepped out of the changing room and walked nervously to where he was seated.

He was lighting a cigarette, and immediately he saw me, his lips pulsated in a frown. "What are you wearing?" His tone was low and cold.

"I... I..." I fiddled with the dress, looking at it as if seeing it for the first time. The dress was a mini dress that I'd love to wear, but it was not up to my knees.

He turned an irate face at the nervous lady, who was visibly shaken. "Is this part of the dress I ordered?" He took a puff from the cigarette, the smoke filling the area.

She got down on her knees. "No, sir, Luna was the one who wanted a change of clothes."

Damn her! What a bloody snitch. I had to defend myself.

"I thought I could choose... I..."

"But I told you the boss's instructions."

"I didn't quite grasp," I snarled at her.

"Isabella!"

My body jerked at the intensity of his voice. I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. My gaze went downwards.

"Look at me."

I did.

He took another puff and then held the cigarette away. "Have you forgotten all that I told you earlier?"

"No, Razor," I shook my head bitterly, feeling my anxiety rise from within.

He turned his attention to the lady. "Pack the clothes and shoes I chose and send them to the pack house."

"Yes, sir. And I'm sorry, boss."

He didn't acknowledge her apology as he met my gaze. "You have just five minutes to get changed and get back here."

I hurried back to the changing room to do just that.

After some minutes, we were seated in a restaurant situated right inside the mall. I was freaking hungry and glad I could eat at last. But at the back of my head, I couldn't get Razor's reaction to the dresses off my mind. Was he going to punish me? God, I hope not. My ass still hurt from last night, and I was fidgety in my seat.

I took a bite from my pasta and peaked through my lashes at Razor, who was seated across from me. "Thank you," He arched a confused brow at me. "For the dresses and accessories."

"You're welcome," was all he said as he continued his meal.

In between bites, I stole glances at him, trying to read his expression, but it was bland. He just preferred to concentrate on digging into his food.

My eyes instinctively landed on his red, luscious lips, and my cheeks colored instantly as I recalled last night when those lips were roaming my whole body. I clenched my thighs tightly, feeling the heat creeping in there. I was still aching down there and even more needy after being denied. Gosh, I needed to cum badly, and at this point, I'll die if I don't.

Razor finished first and left to answer an urgent call. A minute later, I was through and waited for Razor to return, but it seemed the call was taking time. My eyes instinctively surveyed the restaurant and landed at the ice cream spot. Gosh, I was craving it. Maybe I should just get some.

I stood up from the chair and started to leave.

"Luna, please stay back until the boss returns."

My eyes rolled as I gazed at Dean, who had been standing beside the table like a watchdog. "I'm just going to get some ice cream over there, so relax."

He didn't really buy it but didn't stop me as I made my way towards the ice cream spot just around the corner. From there, I could see Dean, but Razor wasn't visible from there.

I was about to place my order when a familiar voice echoed in my ear aloud. I turned abruptly, wanting to confirm my suspicion. A smile of recognition curved on my lips as I saw him ordering a can of beer from the bar.

"Ian," I called excitedly, and he turned abruptly, his eyes widened in surprise.

He took the beer from the waiter. "Isa! Is that you?"

"Yes, indeed, it's me." My smile broadened as I gazed at Ian, my first love and boyfriend, the guy who took my virginity.

He was still handsome and tall, even more so. His brown hair was stylishly cut, and he was dressed in a fitted black suit. But something seemed different about him. What the heck was he doing in Bloody Skull territory?

"You're still so fucking hot and sexy, Isa," he bit his lower lip as he looked me up and down.

I smirked; he was still a cocky bastard.

"And you too, in fact, something seems different."

He placed the beer on the counter. "Good or bad?"

I smoothed a hand over my hair. "Good, I think."

He leaned closer and whispered. "Let me tell you a secret, I met my wolf."

My brows furrowed together in confusion. "How's that?" My voice came off as desperate.

I mean, how did a member of the cursed Red-Water pack afford to achieve such a feat? Weren't we all supposed to be wolfless?

He grinned cockily. "I'll tell you everything in due time."

"But how are you here?"

"I'm no longer a member of the Red-Water pack."

"You're now with Bloody Skull?"

"Not really. I went to visit a friend. Why don't we hang out, so we can discuss some more? Come on."

I nearly agreed until I remembered Razor and his threats to kill any man that came near me. And to make matters worse, Ian was my ex.

I glanced at Dean, but he wasn't looking our way. I sighed in relief and turned towards Ian. "Maybe next time."

"Alright, but let's exchange numbers."

And we did just that.

"I have to go now, Isabella. It was nice meeting you. But why are you here, and why do you look unsettled?"

"I'm... I'm just visiting a friend also," I waved a hand in the air dramatically, and his eyes instinctively landed on my fingers.

Fuck, he saw my wedding ring.

He nodded, his eyes on the diamond ring, but he made no comment about it.

"Alright, see you soon, Isa."

"You too," I waved at him as he took the canned beer from the counter and left.

"Who was that?"

I was startled, fear gripping me as I turned slowly to face an irate Dean who was looking all the more pissed.

I'm so fucking screwed; Razor is going to hear about this, and he'll kill me, and then Ian!