**Isabella**
As I sat in the leather seat of the luxurious black limousine, my heart pounded against my chest, overcome by an overwhelming sense of anxiety. My freaking husband, Razor, was beside me, engrossed in his stupid phone and completely oblivious to my tightly wound nerves. I fucking hated him.
His stupid threat, upon our arrival home echoed in my mind, leaving me in a state of unease. I hoped he wouldn't hit me because I was extremely scared. It had only been hours since I saw my parents but I already missed them and their annoying nags. I would have to visit them soon or I'd go insane.
After leaving the courtroom, we had lunch at a restaurant with my parents, and afterward, I said goodbye to them. Of course, there were lots of tears, especially from my mom; it was hard for her to see me go. Gosh, I'm going to miss her.
We'd been driving for hours, and I was starting to feel bored until we arrived in Bloody Skull territory. Glancing out the tinted windows, I observed the passing cityscape, consumed with worries about fitting into the Bloody Skull pack. Being wolfless added to my troubles, and I had no idea how I would fit in. To make matters worse, I was now Alpha Razor's wife. I wished I could drink some whiskey to calm my nerves.
As we pulled up to the Bloody Skull pack house, I was awed and nervous. The large ten-story building exudes elegance, and it appears to house numerous rooms. The Alpha's quarters were most likely on the upper floor.
A man hurried towards the car and opened the door for us. Razor stepped out first, followed by me. My legs were quivering with anticipation and fear as I held my dress up in one hand. I felt like I was stepping into the devil's domain to be devoured. Maybe I should have worn the damn dress.
Now inside the building, we entered a spacious hall with a wide balcony encircling it. The hall was filled with both men and women, and it seemed they were expecting our arrival.
Everyone in the hall went on their knees and bowed to Razor. I didn't understand - was he some sort of god?
"You may all rise." His deep voice echoed aloud, commanding respect.
They all rose instantly, their curious gazes falling upon me. I could tell they already knew who I was. If they approved of me or not, I couldn't fucking tell.
Razor stepped forward, his attention fixated on the pack members. His intense aura did command full attention and respect.
"This is Isabella King," Razor announced as he pointed at me. My heart caught at the mention of my new last name. "She's my wife and your Luna. I expect you all to respect and obey her. Now say hello to her."
"Welcome to the pack, Luna Isabella," they echoed in unison.
"Okay, "I managed to say blandly. Because honestly, I didn't want to be fucking here.
From the corner of my eyes, I could see Razor glaring daggers at me. What the fuck did I do wrong now?
"That will be all," he dismissed them and before I knew it, he grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the elevator.
My heart was pounding heavily in my chest. Did I overdo it? He was probably overreacting. I tried to read his face, but his expression was set sternly, making him appear even more intense than he already was.
We entered the elevator and reached the tenth floor and my heart was in overdrive as he pulled me along towards a door. Two men were standing in front of it and bowed their heads upon seeing Razor. One of the men opened the door and we entered.
My eyes were met with a breathtaking display of luxury. The house was nothing short of extraordinary, with its stunning glass architecture and exquisite all-white interior design, from the gleaming tiles to the pristine walls and even the elegant furniture. A fucking masterpiece!

"Welcome to our home," Razor turned to me, a genuine smile dancing on his face. For a moment, I lost my senses, admiring how handsome he looked when he smiled.
"Isabella," he raised his brow and there was a tint of warning in his tone. "Are you paying attention?"
I cleared my throat, avoiding his intense stare. "Uhm-ye-ye..yes, I am."
"Look at me."
My eyes immediately locked onto his face, feeling the urgency in his order propel me forward.
"Good," he praised, gently pulling me closer to him. "Now listen carefully to me. When I'm speaking to you, I expect your complete and undivided attention, and I don't appreciate having to repeat myself. Do you understand?"
I nodded, hoping that the scolding would come to an end. But instead, his green eyes narrowed, his jaw set sternly.
"Yes, Razor."
"Good."
And just then, I noticed that we weren't alone in the living room. My eyes landed on a woman in her mid-fifties who bowed her head to the ground in front of us.
"Felicia, you may rise," he ordered.
The woman, of average height with short brown curls and a round face, stood up abruptly.
"This is Felicia," Razor turned to me, his arm still wrapped around my waist. "She has been my housekeeper for years. And Felicia will also report to my wife, Isabella King, who is your new Luna."
Felicia smiled at me. "Welcome, Luna Isabella."
"Thank you," I replied, my mind swirling with confusion. Why was he introducing me to his freaking housekeeper? I don't even know the name of my housekeeper back home.
"It's nice to meet you as well, Felicia," I said cautiously, not liking the look that Razor was giving me.
"Great," he nodded, content with my reply. "I am very particular about who enters our home, so only Felicia, my brother, and right-hand men are allowed in here. Have you met them before, Dean and Chris?"
"Yes, I know them."
"Perfect. So, unless I give permission, no one else is allowed in here besides these four. I do not trust people easily."
I couldn't help but wonder what he was hiding in this freaking place. And he has a brother? Just great!
"Well, I'm sure you're eager to see our room," he continued.
"Yes, please. I can't wait to relax in my... our room," I quickly corrected myself.
"Don't try me, Isabella," he warned in a cool tone, his intense gaze locking with mine, causing my legs to tremble slightly. "But before that, I think we need to address some trivial matters, don't we, wife?"
I swallowed nervously, feeling my heart pound like a drum.
He then turned to Felicia. "We're going inside. Make sure that we won't be disturbed."
"Yes, boss."
Crap, the dreaded moment was here. I didn't want to be alone with him. Maybe I should stall.
"What about my handbag?" I said, my voice a little hesitant. "I left it inside the car. My phone is inside the bag."
"You'll get it later," he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the room. "Take care of it, Felicia," he said over his shoulder.
He reached for the handle and opened the door. The lovely fragrance from the room greeted my nostrils, so clean and fresh. Just like the living room, the interior was white, with a spacious bed in the center and a black couch on the side.
There was a large TV screen, a refrigerator, and a walk-in closet. The cool breeze brushed over my skin as I followed the sound towards the open balcony. This was a luxurious masterpiece.
"It's beautiful," I found myself saying as I took a look at the elegant room.
"I'm glad you love it because this is your room too."
My expression instantly fell. Why did he have to remind me? I eyed him suspiciously as he walked towards the couch, took off his jacket, and placed it gently on the couch.
He turned towards me and began rolling up his sleeves. "So let's get down to business, shall we?"
I instinctively took a step back, shaking my head vigorously. He couldn't be fucking serious right now, could he?
My heart sank even further when he grabbed his belt buckle and proceeded to remove it completely. I have never been belted before!
I raked a hand over my golden hair and took a deep breath."What...what are you doing?"
"What I promised you, wife, would happen for disobeying me. Now strip."
My eyes widened like saucers, and my throat suddenly dry. "What?"
"You heard me, Isabella, strip, or so help me, I'll do it for you."
"No... No, I won't," I shook my head, planting my feet on the floor. If he thought I would let him intimidate me, he was fucking wrong. "I'm not some little child."
"You have until the count of three, Isabella. One," he whipped the belt in the air, and a visible gasp escaped my lips unknowingly. God, I wanted to run and hide.
"Two."
I shook my head stubbornly, even though my heart was pounding violently. Maybe I should just do it. Fuck!
"Three." Oh, fucking crap. "Have it your way then."
I'm so freaking dead.