You Can't Leave.

**Isabella:**

The phone slipped from my trembling hands before I could even end the call. "Dad, I...I..."

"Isa, what's going on?" Dad stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. "What is this nonsense about leaving Alpha Razor?" He gestured in frustration.

I picked up the phone and moved to sit on my bed. "You don't understand."

"Then make me understand," Dad pleaded, sitting beside me. "Why would you want to leave Alpha Razor?"

I had to be careful with my words. Any misstep could lead to disaster.

I looked down at my hands. "I'm scared, Dad."

"Scared of what?" He looked puzzled. "Don't tell me you're angry about the way he's handling things."

I froze, meeting his gaze. "I don't understand... what do you mean?" I raised a brow, confused.

"I've been in touch with Alpha Razor, and I know he takes good care of you. He might be strict, but it's for your own good, Isa."