Lunch Gone Wrong.

**Isabella**

I gazed at the mirror, admiring the beautiful red lace bodycon knee-length dress. It was indeed stunning, but I felt an overwhelming irritation that Razor had bought it, and I had no say whatsoever, even in my clothing. Even now, he was the one who had chosen this dress, and I dared not oppose him.

I was still standing in front of the mirror when I felt strong hands wrap around my waist from behind, his woody, masculine scent teasing my nostrils. Gosh, I wanted him to swallow me whole; he smelled amazing.

His lips were mere inches behind my earlobe, sending electrifying shocks all over my body. "Beautiful, absolutely gorgeous," he husked, sending shivers down my spine. "You're lucky we're going out right now; I would have taken you right now from behind and fucked you hard."

My whole body tensed up, a sudden tingling sensation swelling in my core as I clenched my thighs together, feeling my arousal grow. I bet he could smell how aroused I was.

He chuckled darkly, his hands moving from my waist to settle on my lower region, teasing and firm, fuck. My lips parted instantly as I brought my head upwards in a low moan. I was incredibly turned on; I swear to the moon goddess, I'd explode soon if I didn't get some relief.

"I know you're dying to cum, baby girl, but not right now," he whispered and let go, turning away to grab his suit jacket. "Come along; it's time to leave."

Fucking bastard!

******

After driving for over twenty minutes, Razor pulled into a large building, and the gate was immediately opened. He parked the sports car in a spot, and we both got out.

The sky above us was painted in shades of blue, adorned with fluffy white clouds scattered sporadically. The sunlight peeked through the clouds, casting golden rays onto the earth below, creating a mesmerizing play of light and shadow.

Razor took slow strides towards me and took hold of my hand, pulling me to his side. My eyes instinctively went up to his face, catching my breath at how chiseled and sharp his jawline was, with his slanted green orbs matching his dark hair and luscious red lips. He was incredibly handsome.

"Remember to behave," he said with a stern expression. "I don't want to have to remind you."

I mentally rolled my eyes at his controlling nature. I didn't care about this lunch; I just wanted to meet with Ian and plan my escape from this overbearing man.

Three men approached us and bowed their heads in greeting. "Welcome, Boss."

Razor didn't bother to reply; he walked past them, pulling me along with him. We reached the door where a man was waiting, and he opened it for us to enter inside.

We stepped into the sitting room, and I noticed how beautiful and vintage the interior was, with white walls, black marble tiles, and dark luxurious couches. The chandeliers were also elegant and luxurious.

A man in his forties dressed in a grey suit approached us, a huge grin plastered on his face. "Razor, my boy!" He stretched forth his arms and enveloped Razor in a hug before disengaging.

This must be his uncle.

He turned a bright eye toward me. "And who do we have here?"

Razor looked from his uncle to me. "Tom, I want you to meet my wife, Isabella. Isabella, this is my uncle and beta, Tom."

"Oh, she's quite beautiful," Tom said as he leaned forward and enveloped me in a hug. "Nice to meet you, dear."

We disengaged from the brief hug."Thank you," I managed to force out a small smile.

Afterwards, Tom invited us to the dining hall, where a blond and beautiful woman with defined curves, whom he introduced as his wife, was already arranging the table. She was happy to see us, especially me, and invited us to sit down for lunch.

I sat beside Razor, with Tom sitting at the edge of the table, and Anna sitting closely beside him. Lunch was a seafood pasta with lobster, which was actually quite good at the first bite I took.

"So, Isabella, tell us about yourself," Tom smiled at me, bringing his glass of juice to his lips as his bright brown eyes stared at me. "How are you coping in the pack house?"

I took a bite from my plate before raising my head to meet Tom's gaze. "It's been...just there," I mumbled slowly before returning my gaze to my plate.

"Oh," Tom nodded awkwardly, leaving me wondering what he had expected me to say. That I was having a great time? How about the truth - that I hated it here because I wasn't allowed to do anything without my husband's fucking permission? Or that he bought me for ten million dollars and then married me against my freaking will.

"She's still adapting," Razor's voice cut through the awkward silence as his green eyes settled on me for a moment before turning back to Tom. "She just needs time."

"And how does it feel being without a wolf? Doesn't it freak you out?" Anna's curious eyes fixed on me as she asked her very stupid question, leaving me frozen in place.

"Anna," Tom scolded her with a hard look, causing her to lower her lashes instantly. "Apologize right now."

"I'm so sorry, Alpha," she bowed her head slightly in regards to Razor, whose expression remained stoic and unforgiving as he concentrated on his meal. She then shifted her gaze to me. "I'm so sorry, Luna, that was rather insensitive of me."

She knew it was insensitive, yet she had the audacity to mock me. This was how they felt about me in this pack - weak and undeserving because I was wolfless. I didn't choose this for myself or for the pack; the moon goddess fucking did.

I felt anger rise from within me and without thinking twice blurted out, "Keep your fucking apology to yourself; I don't need it."

"Isabella!" Razor's voice echoed loudly in my ears, startling me back to the reality of what I had just done. "Are you crazy right now?"

His tone was stern, a clear warning I shouldn't ignore, but heck, I was tired at this point. Why did I have to obey him and do whatever he told me to do? He can curse, but I'm not allowed to?

I shrugged him off and fixed my eyes on my meal. It's not like he would punish me here or something.

Tom drew in a worried sigh, facing Razor."I'm so sorry, Razor. Anna shouldn't have said that. I apologize once again."

Afterward, Razor and Tom discussed a lot about the pack and the mafias that have been attacking various wolf packs. Anna, on the other hand, was quiet after the scolding she got from Tom. Once in a while, she stole glances at him, and I swear I saw her tremble a little, as though she was scared of her husband or something.

Maybe he was probably like Razor; a freaking jerk. I mean, judging from how much he respected his uncle and looked up to him, I think they're kind of alike.

Lunch was finally over. We thanked Anna for the lovely meal.

Razor and Tom stood up and headed to the living room. I also stood and followed suit but paused when Razor stopped and turned to face me, his green eyes hard. "Where are you going? Go back and help Anna with the dishes."

What the heck, now I had to do the dishes!

"But she doesn't need my help," I gestured at Anna, who was already clearing the table.

Tom's brows raised in amusement at my defiant attitude.

"Isabella!"

I wanted to protest further, but the look on Razor's face made me rethink my actions. My lips pulsed in a pout as I nodded, "Yes, Razor," before going to meet Anna.

I helped her clean the table, and a few seconds later, we proceeded to do the dishes, with her washing while I did the rinsing.

I don't get it, though. Didn't they have maids to do this or something?

Unable to contain my curiosity, I turned to Anna, who was washing a plate in soapy water. "Why are you the one doing this? Don't you have maids or something?"

She smiled, her eyes fixed on the water. "We have maids, but since it was Alpha Razor visiting, my husband insisted I did the cooking."

"Interesting," I nodded, taking the plate from her to rinse it in clean water. "He seems to like things done his way." I took the plate and was about to put it on the shelf before she stopped me.

"You have to dry it first," she gave me a duh look.

I shrugged. "Sorry. It's my first time doing the dishes."

"No wonder," she mumbled, before concentrating on her washing. "I think he might actually care for you."

"Who?" I raised a brow.

"Alpha Razor," she whispered, her eyes surveying the area cautiously. "I haven't seen him, this patient with a lady in a long time."

As if I wanted him to fucking care. He was too dominant and intense. "I can't stay with him," I blurted out, stunning Anna, whose eyes widened like saucers. "He's too overbearing."

"I'll pretend like I didn't hear that. Don't ever repeat what you just said, Luna," her anxious eyes bore into my confused gaze. "If he ever hears that..."

She trailed off as the footsteps of Razor and Tom echoed as they made their way towards the kitchen. Thankfully, we were done and were soon saying our goodbyes to Tom and Anna.

*******

Back in the car, Anna's words echoed in my head continuously. Why did she react that way to my words? Did he really care about me that much?

My eyes traveled to him, and I regretted it immediately. His lips were tightened in a deep frown, and his eyes were stern as he totally ignored me, just staring at the road ahead.

A lump formed in my throat when I noticed how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel. A feeling of dread crept over me, making my fingers tremble slightly.

Why was he silent? Was he still mad because of the way I acted back at Tom's house? I hoped not. I placed my head near the window, wishing it would open so I could fly out of it.

My heart was pounding violently when we pulled up at the pack house, and soon we were heading straight upstairs. He didn't even bother to spare a glance at me or hold my hand, just walked forward while I followed closely behind.

Immediately inside our room, he removed his jacket, tie, and watch while I stood in the middle of the room looking like a lamb ready to be slaughtered.

Why did I act up like that? I mentally slapped myself over and over again.

I was in way over my head when Razor finally turned to face me, his eyes slightly darkened as he pulled out his belt from his pants slowly.

I instinctively took a step back, feeling my heart almost burst out of my chest. Oh Moon goddess, please save me.

"I take responsibility that I didn't teach you one of my most important rules," he said nonchalantly as he folded the belt in half. "You're not allowed to argue with me, wife. But first, what did I say to you before entering Tom's house?"

"I...I..." I stuttered, already trembling at the thought of that belt connecting with my skin...

"Answer me, Isabella!" He snapped, causing me to jump in fear.

"Not to... misbehave," I managed, feeling my cheeks grow wet with tears as my gaze went to the floor.

"Your head is functioning, then," he nodded slowly as he took slow strides toward my trembling form. "You're going to learn a vital lesson today." He pulled me along with him as he walked toward the bed.