4 One Last Time.

**Isabella**

Since yesterday, I have refused to get out of my bed. My mom had tried by all means to get me to leave my room, but I had none of it.

I know I had always told the Moon Goddess that I wanted to get married to a handsome Alpha who would sweep me off my feet and worship me, but I wasn't ready for it now. I still wanted to be single.

Plus, I wanted a husband who wouldn't be too intimidating or domineering. I didn't know much about Razor, but he seemed to be both. He threatened to spank me at our first meeting. Come on!

I also can't imagine going to another pack. Being wolfless and an omega, how would I fucking survive in the Bloody Skull Pack? I was so sure they would look down on me.

I shifted restlessly on the bed, frustration eating at me deeply. I wanted to breathe easily again without any worries, but I had no zeal to do so.

Suddenly, the ringtone of my phone echoed, and I wondered who it was. It's not like I was expecting a call. I had no friends whatsoever.

I grabbed my phone from the headboard and answered the call, placing it on my ear. "Hello," I said lazily.

"Hello," it was his voice. So cool and intense.

My heart almost jumped out of my chest. "How did you get my number?" I wondered aloud.

"How are you doing?" he asked, completely ignoring my question.

"And why do you even care?"

"Soon," he breathed out lowly. "Soon, I'll teach you how to talk to me. What's your plan for the day?"

"Nothing."

"That means you'll be home. Good. I better not hear that you were out partying in skimpy clothes later, or I swear..."

"You can't be..."

"Remember you belong to me now, and don't let me catch you in any compromising position."

Who does this guy think he is?

"See you tomorrow, wife," without waiting for my reply, he ended the call.

What an asshole. I pulled at my hair in frustration. This was unbelievable. Am I getting married tomorrow? I needed to breathe. I'm going out for a drink, damn him.

I picked up my car keys and made my way downstairs, dismissing my driver. "I can fucking drive myself," I yelled at him before getting inside my car.

I turned on the ignition and drove for thirty minutes before reaching my destination, a posh restaurant in a luxurious hotel, one of my favorites. I didn't even need a reservation; I was a VIP. I strode confidently towards a table and sat down.

Within minutes, a waiter was waiting for me.

"What will you be having, madam?" the waiter asked me.

I flipped through the menu, feeling a bit confused about what to order. I wasn't really hungry; I just wanted to get some fresh air.

"Bella?"

My eyes shot up to see Jeremy standing in front of me. He was my high school classmate, the envy of the school. He was, and still is, handsome, and just like every other girl in school, I had a huge crush on him.

"Jeremy," I called, a smile touching my lips. "Long time no see. What are you doing here?"

"Well, I came here for business. I'm done now, though. I just wanted to have lunch. Can I join you?"

"Uhm, yeah," I flicked strands of gold hair from my face. "Have a seat, please."

He sat across from me, and thankfully, he ordered food for both of us.

"So tell me," he poured red wine into my glass. "It's been, what, how many years?"

"Four fucking years," I nodded, sipping at my wine.

"You haven't changed, Bella," he smiled, digging into his pasta. "Still feisty... and beautiful."

My heart somersaulted at his praise. Keep calm, Isa. No, I won't. Jeremy was fucking complimenting me.

"And you too. You're still so hot."

And he was. His blond locks and large eyes were attractive, but they weren't as intense and handsome as Razor. Wait, why the heck did I just compare Jeremy to that freaking bastard?

"So, do you have a boyfriend?"

Unfortunately, I was sipping my wine and spilled some on the table. I didn't expect that question.

"I'm so sorry," Jeremy got up, handing me a tissue before using another to clean the table.

"Thank you." I used the tissue to clean my lips and chest.

He sat back down on his chair. "So, do you have a boyfriend?" he repeated.

"Nope," I found myself saying before I could even process the question. Something inside whispered to me that I was making a grave mistake, but I brushed it aside. "I don't have a boyfriend. Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Nah, I'm single," he smiled at me. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

Honestly, Jeremy was the kind of guy I wanted. Gentle, soft-spoken, respectful. He would treat me like a queen. But how could I? I am freaking getting married tomorrow.

"Do you want to have sex with me?" I blurted out.

His mouth flew open, his eyes widened in shock.

"Scratch that, I want to have sex with you."

If I'm going to get married, I might as well have one last fuck as a single lady, of course. Screw Razor and his stupid rules.

"Uhmm, I'd love to, but are you sure...?"

"Drop it, Jeremy," I rolled my eyes. "I know you want to. Don't make me change my mind, or I'll find someone else and fuck."

Jeremy gave me a bewildered look as if trying to confirm if I was sane and not intoxicated. "Okay, let's do it. I already have a room booked, so..." he shrugged.

"Perfect. I'm done with my food. Let's go."

He paid for the meal, and we held hands as we made our way to the hotel. A few minutes in, my eyes widened in horror when I saw Razor coming towards us, with his men following closely behind.

Thankfully, they hadn't noticed us yet. He was engrossed in a conversation with another man as they walked.

I froze in my tracks, my heart pounding violently as I looked away. Why did I care?

"Bella," Jeremy said, looking at me. "You seem pale. Is something wrong? Why did you stop?"

"I... I... hmm," I was speechless and started shifting nervously. "Let's go back to the restaurant. I think I forgot something."

Jeremy furrowed his brow in confusion. He could tell I was nervous and wondered why.

"Let's go," I urged, dragging his hand and leading him back. "Come on."

"Isabella?"

Uh-oh, that's his voice. My soul felt like it was leaving my body as I instantly halted and slowly turned to face him.

"It's you," his lips slanted contemptuously as he eyed me up and down. I could tell he disapproved of my micro-mini gown. He shifted his gaze towards Jeremy, his eyes hardening dangerously. "And who are you?"

"Her boyfriend," Jeremy replied, and I swear, I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. "Who are..." He trailed off as he met Razor's intense glare.

I could tell he was already intimidated by Razor's presence.

"Is that so?" I swallowed hard as Razor's angry gaze bore into me. "Who is this Isabella?" Razor asked sternly, his lips tightened in a deep frown.

My legs shook violently. "He's... He's... uhm, a friend," I stuttered, looking at the floor.

Jeremy gave me an amused look.

Razor narrowed his eyes at Jeremy, making the latter shift uncomfortably. "Now tell your friend to get the hell out of here before I break his neck," his voice was dangerously low, sending shivers down my spine. "And make sure you tell him who the fuck I am to you."

I turned to Jeremy, my eyes pleading with him not to argue or cause any trouble. "He's my fiancé, Jeremy, please leave."

Jeremy shot me a hard glare. "But you said you were single."

Oh fuck you, Jeremy, you jerk.

"Just go," I gritted my teeth, irritation taking over. "Leave."

He shook his head in disappointment at me before turning to Razor. "I swear I didn't know, man," he raised his hands in surrender.

And when Razor didn't say anything, simply glaring at Jeremy with intense rage, daring him to utter another word, Jeremy took off running, leaving me alone with Razor.

"Come with me," Razor ordered, turning his back and expecting me to follow him.

"I want to go home," I whined.

"Follow me, I won't repeat myself." He commanded firmly over his shoulders.

The way he said it sent nervous tremors through my legs.

He was already walking forward, expecting me to comply. I contemplated running, but I didn't have the courage. I resigned myself to my fate and obediently followed him.

We took the elevator and arrived on the fourth floor. After stepping out of the elevator, he led me straight to a room. My heart was pounding so hard; what did he have planned for me?

His men waited outside the door as we entered the room.

Without wasting any time, he firmly grabbed my arms and pulled me towards the couch.

"What are you doing?" I asked nervously as he bent me over the armrest of the couch, trapping me with his other hand.

I tried to move, but his grip was too tight. What the heck was he planning to do?

"First off, from now on, my word is law," he began in an intense but low tone. "And when I tell you something, I expect total obedience."

"Secondly, didn't you say you weren't going out today? How dare you lie to me, Isabella!"

"Thirdly, how dare you meet up with a man, a fucking omega, in a hotel dressed like this, after my warning."

"I'm sorry, okay? Please, let me go," I struggled to free myself.

"After I'm done with you, you'll regret ever disobeying me."