Alpha Razor King-Chapter 109: Lisa Is Missing.

**Razor**

"Are you both deaf? I asked you a question!" I barked.

"I...we just wanted to ask..." she stuttered, unable to complete her sentence.

"Come here," I ordered, but she stepped back instinctively.

"It’s my fault, sir," Cross hurriedly defended. "I...wanted to find out...info about Anna."

"And you couldn’t wait until I came back?" I asked sharply. "Of course, the first thing you do when I finally let you out of your room is fucking disobey me."

"I’m sorry, brother."

"Shut it, Cross," I snapped. "Go to your room, right now."

He hesitated for a moment, looking at Isabella before hurrying off.

I turned my attention to Isabella. "What are you still doing here?"

I"I...I’m sorry."

"Go and wait for me in your room, Isabella, quickly." I pointed at the exit

"Yes sir," she nodded, biting her lip as she hurried away.

"You didn’t have to be so hard on them," James spoke up finally. "They only wanted to talk with me."

"Well, I don’t want them to," I said coolly, now looking at him. "I have a question for you."

"What is it?" he asked, getting up from the ground.

"It’s about that fucking bastard Tom... Does he have the wolf extractor with him there?"

"Wolf what?" James furrowed his brows slightly, but I only scoffed.

He was such a bad actor; it was fucking obvious that he was lying to me.

"Do you want to feel what it’s like to have your balls roasted while you’re still alive?"

His eyes grew wide with fear. "What...I don’t—"

"Cut the crap and start talking, or I’ll be glad to make you."

"I’ll tell you everything I know," he shuddered, taking a deep breath. "It’s there at the penthouse."

"Hmmm," I nodded. "And how often does he use it?"

"He mostly targets alphas from outside Upperville, extracting their wolf genes and transferring them to himself."

"How interesting," I smiled, a humorless one. "Anything else?"

James looked up thoughtfully for a few seconds before meeting my gaze. "The only reason some of the elders are backing him up is because he promised to make them powerful too. He wants to continue from where Damon stopped, Alpha Razor."

"Obviously..." I nodded slowly.

That fucking bastard knows he stands no chance one on one against me, and this is why he’s resorted to this nonsense. When I finally get my hands on Tom, I’ll forget he’s my fucking uncle.

"Every one of them who is in on this with Tom, I’ll make them regret their existence." I gritted my teeth angrily.

James’s eyes widened in fear, sensing the coldness in my voice. He started to say something, but I cut him off with a wave of my hand.

"Shut up," I said sharply. "You’ve given me what I need. Now stay here and don’t try anything fucking stupid."

I turned on my heel and left the dungeon, heading up the stairs. I needed to speak to Cross; I couldn’t let him get away with this. I opened the door and entered the room.

Cross immediately stood up from the bed and lowered his gaze. "I’m sorry, brother. I didn’t mean to disobey you."

"On the bed," I ordered, ignoring his apology.

He looked at me fearfully before bending over the bed.

My eyes rolled incredulously. "I meant get on the fucking bed and lie down, Cross!"

He hurriedly stood up and climbed back onto the bed.

I sighed, making my way to his bedside. "You’re going to remain in bed at all times until I say so. Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir," he whispered in a low tone. "I’m sorry, brother. It was all my fault. I begged Isabella to tell the guards to let me in."

"The last time, you took Isabella to that fucking club, and now this? You’re trying my patience, Cross."

"I’m so sorry," he said. "I just wanted to know about Anna’s well-being and Chris... I wanted to see if James could help him."

"And how’s James supposed to know when he’s locked up down there, Cross? He can’t save his daughter, but he can save Chris? Do you hear how stupid you sound?"

"I... I didn’t..."

"Shut up," I snapped at him. "I don’t want to hear it. If you weren’t wounded, I’d have dealt with you so badly. Or do you need a reminder on how to behave?"

"I won’t do it again, sir," he promised, clasping his hands together.

"You had better not, because I swear..." I left the threat hanging before turning to leave. I held the door in my hand, looking at Cross. "Except when you need to use the bathroom, don’t get out of that bed."

"Yes, sir," he nodded solemnly.

Satisfied, I opened the door and exited the room.

I walked into Isabella’s room and saw her pouting on her bed. The moment she saw me, she stood up and ran to embrace me in a hug.

"I’m so sorry, sir," she muttered, placing her head on my chest.

I was taken aback; I didn’t expect her to do this. I knew she was trying to get out of trouble, but I couldn’t pull her away.

"Are you alright?" I asked softly, rubbing her back. She nodded slowly. I let her stay like that for a few minutes before gently pulling her away from me.

My face hardened as I looked at her. "That was great, but not enough to get you out of trouble."

"I know," she mumbled under her breath. "I’m sorry..."

"Are you sure you are, Isabella?"

"I am. I just... I wanted to help Cross since he was sad... I didn’t mean to disobey you, sir."

"And by trying to help him, you both ended up disobeying me," I said sternly. "Do you realize how dangerous it was to go down to the dungeon without my permission?"

She looked down, guilt written all over her face. "Yes, sir. I understand. It won’t happen again."

I sighed, softening slightly. "Isabella, you need to start listening."

"I’m sorry Razor," she said, looking up at me with earnest eyes. "I just wanted to make things better for Cross. He was so desperate to find out about Anna and Chris."

"And now he’s in more trouble because of it," I pointed out. "You both need to understand that your actions have consequences."

She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "I’m really sorry. I won’t let it happen again."

I cupped her face in my hands, wiping away a tear with my thumb. "I hope you mean that, Isabella. Because next time, there won’t be any leniency."

"I promise," her voice trembled slightly. "I won’t do it again."

"Good," I said, grabbing her arm and leading her to the bed. "But you need a little reminder."

I sat down on the bed and threw her over my legs. She was light as a feather and didn’t dare struggle. I began to spank her, not too hard and not too fast. She tried to keep her tears at bay, but soon she was crying out with each smack.

After the twentieth smack, I rested my palm on her naughty ass. "Will you do it again?"

"No, sir," she cried out.

"If you ever try such a stunt as lying to my men in my name, I’ll whip you so hard you won’t be able to sit for days. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," her voice choked as I began smacking her again. I continued until I reached the fiftieth smack and then stopped. She was wailing hard, still kicking her feet.

I pulled her up and made her kneel in front of me.

"Look at me," I ordered curtly, nodding in approval when she obeyed. "This will be the last time I remind you to come to me if you have any problem or request, Isabella. The next time you try any crap behind my back, I’ll teach you a brutal lesson. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," she breathed shakily.

"One more thing: if you do something or get in trouble, it’s better you tell me. Because if I find out myself, I’ll make you regret it."

"Yes, sir," she nodded, wiping her tears away.

I pulled her up and made her stand. "Now go to the kitchen and make dinner. You have less than an hour. Go," I propelled her forward with a sharp swat. She winced in pain before hurrying out of the room.

I had wanted to pull her into another embrace, but I needed her to know how serious I was. I knew when to be soft and hard with my little wife, and right now, I needed to be hard.

I took slow strides out of the room and made my way back downstairs. I saw Dean approaching, with a worried look on his face.

"What is the fucking matter now!" I barked.

"Boss," he knelt in front of me, panting. "There’s a problem."

"What is it again?"

"It’s Lisa," he said, his voice strained. "She ran out of the mansion."

I felt my blood pressure spike. "What do you fucking mean, she ran out? Where did she go?"

"We don’t know, sir. She was last seen heading toward the woods. We tried to stop her, but she was too fast."

I clenched my fists, feeling the familiar surge of anger. "How long ago did this happen?" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"About ten minutes ago," Dean replied, his head bowing in submission.

"Get a search party together immediately," I ordered. "We need to find her before she gets herself into more trouble."

"Yes, boss," Dean said, scrambling to his feet and rushing off to gather the men.