Alpha Razor King-Chapter 114: A Slave.

**Razor**

This way, please," a bald man led me and my men down a hallway before stopping in front of a door. "He’s in there, Alpha Razor," he said, bowing his head slightly before opening the door for me to enter.

"Razor!" Marcus, a mature lanky man and one of the elders, called out, motioning for me to join him on the couch. "You’re welcome."

"Thanks," I nodded, taking a seat across from him.

"It’s been a year since I last saw you... I think it was at the alpha’s conference."

"Yes, Elder Marcus," I nodded. "I didn’t see you at the recent meeting I had with the elders."

Marcus snorted, rolling his eyes. "I want nothing to do with their silly meetings."

"That’s great," I smirked. "That makes two of us."

"So why are you here, Razor? I know you want something," he smiled, lighting a cigarette. "Is this about your ongoing war with your uncle?"

"You guessed right," I said. "I’ve come to tell you that I’m going to kill those motherfuckers masquerading as elders and alphas."

Marcus chuckled, taking a drag from his cigarette. "You’ve finally lost it, Razor. Do you know the consequences of that?"

"Let me see," I narrowed my eyes slightly. "Tom and those fools get to steal people’s land and pack, and kill our kind just to power up, but I’m the one who should be worried because I’m trying to stop them."

"Now now, Razor, you know that left to me, I want all those bastards dead," he shook his head. "But they’re not going to punish themselves for their wrongs."

"Actually, I don’t fucking care. I just came to inform you beforehand," I said coldly. "If you can, tell them to get out of my way, because I swear everyone of them in my way, I’ll fucking skin them alive."

"You do know they’re using that machine to power up, right?" he raised his brow.

"I’m aware. It’s the reason I’m going to stop them before things get out of hand."

"Go ahead then," he chuckled. "I’m going to alert only a few of them since the others are useless."

"Alright then."

"So how are you going to do it? I mean, stop them."

"I’m starting a war with them," I crossed my legs and rested my back on the couch. "First, I’m going to attack their upcoming secret meeting in my fucking pack house."

Marcus hummed. "I’m surprised you just told me your plan. What if I betray you?"

"I don’t care, Marcus," I frowned. "Anybody who gets in my way will fucking die. It’s not a threat, it’s a fact."

Marcus laughed before his expression turned serious. "That’s more like it. This is the Razor I know. I’ll support you."

"Your choice, Marcus, your choice."

I was fucking tired of giving anybody grace. It was time to do what I knew how to do best: kill. When I get my hands on those bastards, I’ll make them beg for death. I’ll remind them why I’m called the Cruel Alpha Razor and the Devil.

"I brought you some entertainment," Marcus interrupted my thoughts. I glanced up to see some ladies, totally nude, standing in front of me. "They’re very good at what they do," Marcus slurred as one of the ladies knelt down and started massaging his old balls.

One of the ladies leaned over, licking her lips seductively as she tried to touch my body, but one cold glare from me sent her whimpering away.

"I’m sorry, but I’ll pass," I rejected his offer to his surprise. "I’m happily married."

"So the rumors are true?"

"What rumors?" I looked at him with a raised brow.

"That you’re crazy about your wife, Isabella."

"I am," I smiled fondly at the mention of my little wife. "She’s all I think about. After tasting her sweetness, I don’t want no fucking person except her. So thank you." I stood up, adjusting my jacket.

"Well, I have a wife," he shrugged, "but I still need some fresh young blood." He slurred, already in cloud nine from the pleasure he was getting from the fucking bitches.

"I think I’ll go now," I squeezed my forehead in disgust before walking out.

"See you again... Razor," he yelled, more like groaning behind me. Fucking old man.

Immediately after my men and I set foot out of the building, Dean approached and knelt in front of me.

"Boss, we received a message from Chris," he stated impatiently.

"Chris?" My brows furrowed slightly. "How come?"

"From Pack Doctor John," he replied. "He said Chris told him to tell you that some of Beta Tom’s enhanced werewolves had failed and were beginning to act uncontrollably."

"Did he tell you how Chris was doing?"

Dean sighed. "He said Chris was still okay, at least, unlike Tara. Tom chopped off her left fingers and an ear and had him treat her so she doesn’t die."

"That fucking bastard!" Even though I hated Tara, I didn’t want her suffering in the hands of Tom.

"Also, boss," Dean continued, "John thinks they’re planning to extract Chris and Tara’s wolf genes before they kill them."

Even after the side effects? They were still so fucking desperate and greedy for power.

"And finally, the meeting has been moved forward," Dean breathed. "It’s going to happen tomorrow night."

"Fucking idiots!" I cursed under my breath. "Call Alpha Kane and inform him quickly."

"Yes, sir." Dean stood up and started dialing Kane’s phone.

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"*Tom**

"What the fuck is wrong with them, Jason? Why? Did your fucking device malfunction or something?" I gazed at the werewolves who were struggling to break out of their chains on the bed. Their eyes were wild and filled with agony.

Jason looked up at me, terror written all over his face. "I’m sorry, sir, but this has never happened since I created the device. I don’t know what went wrong."

"Then fix it," I barked, my patience wearing thin. "I didn’t save you from Razor’s hand just so you could fail. Fix it, or you’ll go meet your master Damon in hell."

Jason gulped, his face paling even more. "Y-Yes, sir. I’ll get on it right away." He rushed over to his equipment, frantically adjusting wires and tapping on screens.

I watched him closely, my anger boiling just below the surface. These enhanced werewolves were supposed to be our secret weapon, our ace in the hole. If Jason couldn’t fix them, we were doomed.

The werewolves on the beds growled and thrashed, their movements growing more frantic by the second. They had been powerful warriors, loyal to our cause, but now they were barely contained beasts, driven mad by the fucking stupid failed device.

Jason wiped sweat from his brow, his hands shaking as he worked. "Please, sir, give me some time. I’ll figure it out. I promise."

"You’d better," I snarled. "Or I’ll make sure your end is as painful as your failures."

The door to the lab burst open, Cain stormed in, looking grim. "Alpha, something bad just happened."

"What is it?" I asked, irritation lacing my voice. "More bad news?"

Cain nodded. "Your wife tried to kill herself."

"What the fuck!" I roared, slamming my fist into the wall. "Is she fucking crazy?"

Cain continued, "Thankfully, one of the guards saw her just as she was about to stab her heart."

’’Fucking bitch!’ I cursed under my breath. ’Where is she now?’’

’’She’s still inside the room.’’

I turned back to Jason, who was still frantically working on his device. "You have until tomorrow morning, Jason. Fix this, or you’ll regret ever being born."

Jason nodded quickly, his face drenched in sweat. "Yes, sir. I’ll do my best."

I left the lab and headed to the penthouse with Cain. How could Anna try to kill herself? Who said she fucking could? I stormed inside the penthouse and strode to the room where she was kept.

She was on the floor, sobbing. Enraged by her silly tears, I walked up to her and slapped her across the cheek.

"You fucking bitch! How dare you try to kill yourself?"

"Because I’m tired of staying here. I’m tired of being your prisoner, Tom." She broke down in loud wails and held my legs. "Please let me go. Please, just let me out of here."

"Get off me." I kicked her hands away. "You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to stay here forever with me."

"Why, Tom... why?"

"Your parents made me marry you and promised they’d support me in my alpha dreams, but nope, they backtracked and chose Razor’s side."

"They had no choice," she cried. "And my parents are already dead. Please, Tom, have mercy."

I laughed, bending down to her eye level. "I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. Just because I didn’t get to have my revenge against them doesn’t mean I can’t have it against their daughter."

"Please.."

"You see, tomorrow is going to be a lovely day." I smiled, forcing her chin up. "I’m going to be the strongest alpha ever, and finally my dream will come true. And all those who backed Razor up, I’ll make them all pay."

"I... have nothing to do with it, please..."

"Oh, you do," I laughed. "You betrayed me, you bitch." I stood up and looked at Cain. "Strip her bare."

"Tom, please, don’t do this, please..." She struggled as Cain swiftly tore up her dress, leaving her naked.

"You’re no longer my wife but a slave, Anna, my slave," I sneered, watching in amusement as she tried to cover herself.

"Welcome to hell, Anna." I shook my head at her pitiful tears. "Chain her to the bedpost and leave her there until I say so."

I walked out, ignoring her tears. Tomorrow I get to become the one true alpha of Upperville.