Alpha Razor King-Chapter 102: Tom’s New Plan.

**Tom**

"I’m still so angry with you, Cain. How could you let Razor waltz in here like he still owns this place?" I seethed.

"I’m sorry, Alpha Tom, but honestly, it wasn’t entirely my fault," Cain defended himself. "Tara and her dad actually chained me and locked me inside the wardrobe. It took a while before the others found me."

"Not only did that girl betray me and lead Razor here, but she also escaped," I growled, frustration boiling inside me.

Cain’s explanation only fueled my anger. I had it all figured out. All I needed was to take Razor out and become the strongest and most powerful alpha in Upperville.

"I’m sorry, sir," Cain’s voice was filled with remorse. "I really don’t know why the men chose to remain loyal to Razor. They didn’t dare fight him."

"Those bastards!" I cursed, feeling a sense of betrayal from my own pack.

The realization dawned on me that if Razor were to come back for his throne, they might actually take his side. I couldn’t let that happen.

Cain hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "Alpha, there’s something bothering me that I wanted to say to you."

"What is it, Cain?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It’s about Anna," he began cautiously. "I think she might be working with Tara and Cross."

"What do you mean by that, Cain?" I asked, my voice sharp as I walked over to where he stood. "What the hell did you say?"

Cain shifted uncomfortably, avoiding my gaze. "Well, I’ve been watching her closely," he began, "she was always talking to Cross. I had also caught her several times feeding him secretly."

My fists clenched in anger. "And why are you just telling me this now?" I snapped. "Why, Cain?"

He lowered his gaze to the floor. "I’m sorry, Alpha... I was still trying to figure out what they were plotting."

"Where is she?" I demanded.

"Anna?"

"Yes, who else?"

Cain hesitated, then answered, "She’s inside the kitchen..."

Before he could complete his words, I marched out of the study and headed straight to the kitchen. How dare Anna betray me. I swear, I’ll never let her get away with this.

As I entered the kitchen, I found Anna standing by the counter, her back to me. She turned around as she heard my footsteps, and her expression was one of surprise.

"Tom," she started, but I cut her off.

"What the hell is going on, Anna?" I demanded, my voice harsh. "Why were you talking to Cross behind my back? What were you plotting?"

Anna’s eyes widened in shock, and she took a step back. "I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, Andre," she stuttered.

"Don’t lie to me!" I yelled, feeling the rage bubbling inside me. "Cain saw you! He saw you feeding him secretly, talking to him! What do you have to say about that?"

"It was nothing."

"Anna, swear to me that it was nothing," I demanded.

Anna looked up at me, her eyes wide with fear. "Tom, I..." she started, but I cut her off.

"Swear it!" I snapped, my patience wearing thin.

"I-I swear," Anna stuttered, her voice trembling. "It was nothing, I only did it because I felt sorry for him."

Annoyed by her response, I raised my hand and slapped her hard across the cheek. She let out a cry of pain as she fell to the floor, clutching her face.

"Who said you could feel any pity for him?" I sneered, standing over her. "How dare you!"

Tears welled up in Anna’s eyes as she looked up at me, fear and pain written across her face. "I-I’m sorry, Tom," she whimpered. "I didn’t mean to..."

"Silence!" I roared, cutting her off. "You have betrayed me, Anna. You have betrayed our pack. And for what? Pity for a boy who is not one of us?"

Anna shook her head, her sobs filling the room. "No, Tom, please," she pleaded. "I didn’t mean to betray you. I-I was just trying to help him..."

"Help him?" I repeated sarcastically. "Help him by betraying me? By going behind my back and feeding him secrets? By undermining my authority?"

Anna shook her head. "No, Tom, I swear," she cried. "I didn’t mean to betray you. I-I was just trying to be kind..."

"Kind?" I scoffed. "Kindness has no place in our world, Anna. We survive by strength, by loyalty, by honor. You have shown none of these. You have shown only weakness, only betrayal. You fucking bitch."

"Please, I’m sorry," Anna pleaded, her voice desperate as she looked up at me.

"You were in on the plan with Cross and Tara, weren’t you?" I demanded. "You knew Razor was coming here."

A"No, sir, please," she begged. "I... I didn’t..."

"Shut up, Anna!" I snapped, cutting her off. "Cain told me everything."

I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her roughly to her feet, ignoring her cries of pain. "You’re coming with me," I growled, dragging her out of the kitchen.

"No, please, Tom, I didn’t do anything," Anna begged

"I wasn’t aware Razor was going to come."

I ignored her protests, dragged her up the stairs towards our room, and pushed her to the floor. "You’re going to regret ever messing with me." I took out my belt and began hitting her as she screamed in pain.

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**Cross**

I took slow, careful steps as I walked out of the room, trying not to hurt myself further. To my surprise, I saw Isabella approaching.

"Cross, what are you doing out of bed?" she asked, but I motioned for her to keep her voice down.

"If your brother sees you here, he’ll kill you," she whispered. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"I know, but I wanted to speak to you. Have you heard from Anna or so?" I asked quietly.

"I’m sorry, Cross, but I’m not sure about that," Isabella replied softly.

"I can’t believe I betrayed Anna," I groaned in frustration, pacing back and forth in the room.

"It’s not your fault." Isabella tried to comfort me, but I shook my head.

"No, it is," I insisted. "I betrayed her trust. I should have been more careful."

Isabella sighed, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Cross, you didn’t leave her on purpose."

"I know, but still," I replied, feeling a wave of guilt wash over me. "I should have done more."

"There’s only so much you can do," Isabella said gently. "You need to go back inside and rest. You’re still recovering."

"I’m tired of lying in bed all day," I said, frustration creeping into my voice. "I can’t afford to be idle while Anna is suffering."

Isabella looked at me sympathetically. "I understand, but you need to take care of yourself too. Anna would want you to rest and get better."

Footsteps began to echo, signaling someone was coming up the stairs. Isabella’s whispered warning urged me to go inside, recognizing the approaching Razor, but I shook my head.

"I need to speak to him," I whispered back. "I’m not going to sit back while Anna is being brutalized by that man."

Before Isabella could respond, my brother’s voice interrupted, "What’s going on here?"

I looked up at him, swallowing hard. Suddenly, I wasn’t feeling as confident as I was a few seconds ago, but I couldn’t afford to back down now.

"Uhh, Cross was just going inside..." Isabella began, but my brother silenced her with a glare.

"I... wanted to see you, sir," I managed to keep my voice steady. "I have something to say to you."

"Inside," my brother pointed towards the door.

Slumping my shoulders in defeat, I turned back and entered the room. I had forgotten how strict my brother could be; there was no arguing with him.

"Where is Nathan?" I heard Razor ask Isabella.

"He’s downstairs with Lisa," she replied.

"Since when did you start leaving our son with just anyone, Isabella?" His voice sounded a little hard.

"I’m sorry, sir," Isabella quickly apologized. "I’ll go check up on him." I heard her footsteps rushing down the hallway before my brother walked into my room.

"Why are you on the couch, Cross?" he asked.

"I don’t want to stay on the bed, sir," I whined.

But my brother didn’t say anything; he just pulled my arm and gently pushed me onto the bed.

"Don’t get out of that bed until I say so," he warned.

"But brother, I’m already getting better," I protested.

"I know, but you’re still not fully healed yet," he said softly, patting my cheek gently.

"Yes, sir."

"So, tell me, what did you want to say to me?"

"Brother, have you heard from Anna? Is she alright?" I asked anxiously.

"I’m sorry, Cross, but I haven’t. Even Isabella hasn’t heard from her," he replied solemnly.

I sighed. "I really hope she’s fine. He might actually kill her this time."

"What do you mean?" my brother asked, concerned.

"Sometimes he beats her up and locks her inside a chest for a whole day. He really hates her. You have to save her, brother," I pleaded in desperation.

"Alright, calm down. I’ll get her out, I promise you," he reassured me.

"Yes, sir," I nodded. "She was the one who helped me whenever I was hungry and thirsty. She told me everything that was happening, including Tom’s new plan."

"What plan?" he raised his brow slightly, intrigued.

"He’s using Damon’s wolf extractor to make himself stronger," I explained. "He extracts their wolves and absorbs all their wolf genes."

"So, Tom has been the one killing all those people," my brother smiled wryly. "Things are about to get interesting."