**Isabella**
After last night's sex with Razor, I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I knew I needed to take the morning-after pill, but Razor stopped me last night, flushing them all down the sink. The thought of having a pup with Razor felt like being trapped with him forever, and I couldn't bear that.
Before I started breakfast preparations with Felicia, I concocted a desperate plan. I poured a glass of alcohol, added salt, and quickly consumed it, hoping it would serve as some form of contraception. I wasn't sure if it would work, but I was willing to try anything at that fucking moment. Afterwards, I rushed to the guest room bathroom to brush my teeth again, fearing that Razor would detect the smell of alcohol on me.
After breakfast, I made my way to the training ground, where Chris, my fucking watchful dog, was distracted with something else. Seizing the opportunity, I quickly approached Cain.
