**Razor**
"She's going to be alright, Alpha Razor. Thankfully, she healed quickly," John said.
I nodded, rubbing my fingers on her face. She looked so peaceful sleeping. My beautiful wife.
"You may go," I told John and focused on Isabella.
I felt really bad that all these years I left her all alone, thinking I was dead. I lost connection with my wolf and lived a meaningless life. It fucking sucked.
"Rest well, baby." I drew a deep sigh and got up, leaving the room. In the living room, Dean and Chris were waiting for me.
"Boss," Chris and Dean both got down on their knees and bowed.
"Rise," I told them before taking my seat on the couch.
"Boss, we're glad that you're back." Chris nodded at me with a smile.
"Yes, we really thought you were dead. It's all my fault, Boss," Dean said, bowing his head in regret.
"It's alright. The most important thing is that I'm back now, and we have that bastard right where we want him."
