Ice Cream Counter.

**Isabella**

"Dean, ...I ...what..." I stuttered, not knowing how to explain the situation. My eyes shot back behind him to check if Razor was approaching, but thankfully he was not. I turned my pleading eyes to Dean. "Please don't tell him."

Dean shook his head disappointingly. "I'm sorry, Luna, but I'm not allowed to keep things from our  alpha, and besides, I warned you." His blue eyes held some sort of pity as they gazed at me. "Let's go before he notices our absence."

My heart caught, almost with my anxiety, as I clasped both hands in the air pleadingly. "Please, Dean, he'll kill me... and him, please, I beg you." I didn't realize that I was already tearing up, as I felt my cheeks grow wet.

Dean's face contorted in worry and confusion, his eyes thoughtful for a second before he stretched his hand forward in a hurry. "The phone, give it to me."

I thought for a second, seeing no other safer action. I turned on the screen of my phone before passing it to him. He wasted no time, grabbing the phone before proceeding to delete Ian's number from the missed call. I hadn't saved his contact yet, but I knew Ian's number ended in 89.

He handed the phone to me and gestured with his hand to wipe my tears off quickly. I wasted no time and did so.

"Don't ever try such a thing, or you'll regret it. Believe me, you don't know who you're married to yet. You shouldn't even dare to think of trying such a thing. This is an advice."

I drew in a sigh and nodded my head dejectedly. "Thank you, but…"

Dean halted me with his hand before I could finish my sentence. My body froze instantly when I caught his scent; he was near, and I became panicked suddenly.

"Get the ice cream," Dean mouthed with a whisper, and I took the opportunity to turn towards the ice cream counter, not wanting to face Razor immediately.

"Why are you here?" I could hear his rough voice questioning Dean.

My heart thudded inside my chest violently as I placed my order with the waiter.

"Luna wanted to have some ice cream, so I escorted her," Dean lied smoothly, but Razor didn't say anything, and just then I took the ice cream cup, drew a sigh, and turned to face him.

He met my gaze instantly, causing me to shift uncomfortably. Fuck, I hated how scared I was.

"Are you done?"

"Yes, Razor," my voice was barely a whisper, and I wondered if he suspected anything.

His green eyes narrowed down at me, making goosebumps erupt all over my body. "Next time, if you want to go somewhere, you ask for my permission."

I pushed down the lump that had formed in my throat. It was just fucking ice cream!

"Even if it's to get ice cream," fuck, he stared pointedly at me as though he read my damn mind. "As long as I'm there, you'll ask my permission, understand?"

My head bobbed up and down vigorously, but I paused, my brows knitted together in confusion at the hardened look he was sending my way.

Realization dawned on me that he wanted a vocal answer. "Yes, Razor."

He shifted his attention to Dean, whose head was bowed slightly. "And don't ever try such fucking crap again. If my wife asks to go somewhere, you had better ask me first. Unless I'm unreachable, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Dean's head remained bowed, and from his stance, I could tell he was trembling a bit. He must have taken such a huge risk for me.

"Come here," Razor stretched his hand, and I took it, my other hand gripping the ice cream cup tightly as we walked out of the mall.

******

We arrived home shortly, and immediately, we got inside the room; Razor wasted no time peeling his jacket off as he turned to face me, his eyes scrutinizing me from top to bottom.

He pointed at a spot in front of him. "Over here." My face crumbled instantly, worried lines etched across my forehead. "Quickly!"

His hardened voice caused my feet to move on their own as I hurried toward the spot he was pointing at.

My lashes fluttered nervously as I lowered them, unable to meet his fierce and intense gaze.

"What did I tell you this morning, little pup," the word rolled out coolly, in a lazy tone.

I searched my head, wondering what exactly he said to me as I peeked at him through my lashes. "You gave me rules to follow."

He nodded slowly in agreement, loosening his tie with his hands. "And what were the rules, list them."

Did he expect me to keep to those crappy rules and regulations? Fuck it! But I had to try, or he'll have my ass.

"Uhm… I'm not allowed to disobey you, I'm not allowed to lie to you, and…" I paused, not wanting to say the last part because it felt so heavy.

His brow instantly arched upwards, eyes hardening a bit. I visibly gulped and took a step back, not liking how it made me feel.

"I... I'm not allowed to leave the apartment or pack house without your permission."

"And my most recent rule," he was saying without looking at me as he flung his tie over the couch.

Oh damn him, did he have to fucking ask me to repeat these lines like a freaking child.

"I have to get permission from you before going anywhere, even if it's just to get ice cream."

"Good, you were listening and paying attention," he began to roll his sleeves up his arms, sending my heartbeat into overdrive.

Was he going to... I shook my head solemnly, feeling my legs trembling. "Razor... I... I'm."

"So what rule did you break, Isabella?"

"I... I, please."

He walked over to the couch and sat down on it. "I won't repeat myself, Isabella."

My eyes pricked with unshed tears as I realized he was about to punish me. "I disobeyed... you... and tried to change the clothes you chose for me."

He tilted his head sideways. "Exactly, and you know what happens when you disobey me, right? So strip."

The tears spilled freely from my eyes as I took steps backward, shaking my head. I couldn't fucking take it; my body still ached and was yet to heal. I just couldn't.

"Please, I'm sorry," I hated how weak my voice sounded as I sobbed hard. "I won't do it again, I swear, please, my body still hurts."

He stood up and strode towards me slowly, causing my heart to thump violently inside my chest. His hand went to my waist and drew me closer to him, my whole body trembling and wracking with silent sobs.

He raised his hand and began wiping my tears away gently. "It's alright, I'm not going to punish you."

My eyes widened in surprise, searching his alluring eyes to be sure if he meant it.

"I'll forgive you this time, but next time," he left the threat hanging.

My head bobbed up and down desperately. "I won't do it again, I swear."

"Good girl!" His red lips parted slightly before tightening into a frown as his grip on my waist hardened. "Now, tell me what the heck happened at that ice cream counter earlier."

My eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.