Alpha Razor King-Chapter 122: Justice.

**Razor**

"I’ve you gotten rid of every one of them?" I asked Dean.

"Yes, sir," he replied. "We’ve killed all of those creatures."

Immediately we stepped into the facility, we were attacked by the enhanced wolves. They were nothing like regular wolves but rather savages that had lost their minds. Unfortunately for them, they were outnumbered, and we killed them all.

"Great. Now we just have to destroy that fucking extractor device, but first, let’s find Chris and those fucking bastards."

"Boss, you have to come see this," one of my men called from inside one of the labs.

I quickly made my way there, immediately greeted by the sight of blood and pieces of flesh scattered around. Most of the bodies were beyond recognition.

"What the fuck happened in here?" I wondered aloud, surveying the room.

"It’s the Wolf Extractor," Dean pointed at the device. "Maybe it’s one of the failed experiments."

"Not really," I shook my head slowly, observing the head of one of the bodies. "That’s Alpha Saul. These might be the bodies of some of the alphas."

Dean’s eyes widened. "Alpha Saul? But how—?"

"Something definitely went wrong," I observed carefully. "This is more than just a failed experiment. This is a slaughterhouse."

I moved closer to the extractor. The sight of it made my blood boil.

"We need to destroy this thing," Dean said, echoing my thoughts.

"Destroy it. Every bit of the fucking device," I ordered.

Dean and the rest of the team went to work immediately, smashing the extractor machine to pieces. The sound of metal clanging and glass shattering echoed through the lab.

"Make sure nothing is left intact," I said, watching as the device was reduced to scrap.

Dean wiped sweat from his brow and surveyed the wreckage. "It’s done boss."

"Good," I nodded. "Let’s move out. We’ve still got to find Chris and Tara."

"Stay alert," I warned the team as we made our way out of the lab. "There could still be some of those fucking abomination lurking around."

We moved cautiously, ears pricked for any signs of movement. The facility was quiet, the only sounds coming from our footsteps and the occasional drip of water from the ceiling.

"Boss, this way," one of my men motioned towards a side corridor.

We followed immediately. At the end of the corridor was a heavy door, slightly ajar. I signaled for the team to halt and approached the door carefully.

Pushing it open, I was met with a room filled with monitors and control panels. It looked like some sort of surveillance hub.

"Check the feeds," I instructed. "See if we can find out where the rest of them are."

Dean quickly took to the controls, scanning through the various camera feeds. "Here," Dean pointed at the monitor. "It’s the elders."

I took a closer look at the screen. The bastards were inside a white room, appearing to argue amongst themselves, but we couldn’t hear them at all.

"Where the fuck is Tom? Why isn’t he there?" My fist clenched at the thought that the bastard might have escaped again.

"Is that... Chris?" Dean’s voice rose as he leaned into the screen. "And is that Tara?"

"She’s dead," I sighed, my eyes fixed on the monitor. Chris was holding her body closely. He looked broken, sad. "We’re going there. Come on."

We left the room and headed in the direction where Chris was located. "I think it’s this door," Dean pointed, and I nodded for him to open it.

We stepped inside, and Chris quickly looked up to see us. His eyes lit up as he drew a relieved sigh.

"Boss, I’ve been expecting you," he said, rushing to stand in front of us.

"Are you alright?" I asked, glancing over at Tara’s lifeless body.

"Yes, sir... but we lost her," he muttered sadly. "She died saving me from one of the elders."

I placed a hand on his shoulder. "The moon goddess will see to it that she rests easily," I offered him some comfort. Despite everything, Chris was still in love with Tara; it was as if he couldn’t help himself.

"Yes, sir."

"So what the fuck happened in here? This place is a fucking mess."

"Tom betrayed the alphas," Chris began. "He had promised them that they’d be getting some alpha genes, but he lied. Most of the enhanced werewolves, which used omega genes, totally failed."

"Yes, I saw those fucking creatures. I think they killed the alphas."

"Actually boss, Tom and the elders betrayed the alphas and sacrificed them to those beasts. Jason told Tom that he only needed fluids from the bodies of the dead alphas to make the elders more powerful," Chris explained.

"That fucking bastard Tom," I growled, "and I don’t even see him anywhere."

Chris nodded. "He fled as soon as things started to go wrong. The elders turned on each other, and in the chaos, Tom escaped."

"I can’t believe that bastard managed to escape again," I fumed.

"I think there are only three elders left. Tara and I managed to kill two of them before she died," Chris said solemnly.

"Well, I think we should pay those bastards a visit," I sneered. "They’re still here, arguing amongst themselves." I turned to my men. "Two of you should help Chris move Tara’s body out of here." They nodded and did as I ordered. "Go with them, Chris. Alpha Louis and Kane are waiting over there."

I followed Dean and the other men as we walked down the hallway to where those bastards were hiding.

"It’s this door," I motioned for them to open it, but when they tried, it was locked. "Break it down." They began hitting the door hard until it gave way and opened up.

Immediately, we were attacked by the three remaining elders. They lunged at us desperately. But despite their strength and viciousness, we were prepared.

Dean was the first to engage, skillfully dodging a blow aimed at his head and countering with a swift strike to the elder’s midsection. The elder grunted and staggered back, but Dean didn’t relent, pressing his advantage.

I took on two of the elders simultaneously. One of them attempted to strike me from behind, but I spun around, landing a heavy punch to his face that sent him reeling. The other elder tried to grab me, but I twisted out of his grip and delivered a powerful kick to his knee, forcing him to the ground.

"Enough!" I roared, my voice echoing through the room. "You’re fucking finished. On your knees."

The elders, now subdued and kneeling before us, glared up with defiant eyes, but they were defeated.

"You think you can just walk in here and destroy everything we’ve built?" one of the elders, by name Ben, spat angrily.

"You brought this on yourselves," I replied coldly. "You betrayed your own kind for power, and now you’ll pay the price."

Dean forced the elders down on their knees, in front of me.

"What are you going to do, torture us?" Ben, one of the elders, laughed defiantly.

I joined in his laughter, a sinister smile spreading across my face. "I’m glad you’re aware of that because it’s actually one of my favorite activities."

One of my men brought a chair and placed it in the center of the room for me to sit down. I eased into it, savoring the moment.

"So, who’s going to go first?" I asked with dark amusement. I let my gaze travel over the elders, each one glaring at me with a mix of fear and defiance. "You know, I think the alphas had it easy, compared to what I have planned for you."

Dean stepped forward, holding a set of tools. The elders’ eyes widened slightly, their bravado starting to crack.

"You won’t get away with this," one of them muttered, his voice shaking despite his attempt to sound brave.

"Oh, but I already have," I replied calmly. "You see, you’ve underestimated us from the start. Now, it’s time for you to face the consequences of your actions."

Dean approached Ben first, and I watched as fear flickered across Ben’s face. "You seem like the most talkative," I said, leaning back in my chair. "Let’s start with you."

Dean grabbed Ben’s hand and secured it to the floor, spreading his fingers apart. The other elders watched, their eyes darting nervously between Dean and me.

"Please, don’t do this," another elder pleaded, his earlier defiance melting away. "We can make a deal."

I shook my head slowly. "Deals are for people who can be trusted. You’ve proven time and again that you’re not those people."

Dean skillfully chopped Ben’s fingers off, the blade slicing through flesh and bone with brutal precision. Ben’s screams filled the room, echoing off the cold walls. Blood pooled at Dean’s feet, but he didn’t flinch, his expression remaining stony and focused.

"Please, please, Alpha Razor, have mercy!" Ben begged desperately as he clutched his mutilated hand.

"But I warned you all, didn’t I?" I snarled. "I told you there would be consequences, but you fucked up."

Ben’s eyes widened in terror as he realized the full extent of his predicament. He glanced around, seeking

Ben’s eyes widened in terror as he realized the full extent of his predicament. He glanced around, seeking some form of escape, but there was none. He was trapped, and he knew it.

"Now, for the next part," I continued with a growl. "Let’s talk about Tom. Where is that bastard?"

Ben’s eyes darted around frantically, searching for an answer that might save him. "I-I don’t know," he stuttered with fear. "He disappeared after the attack. We haven’t seen him since."

I glanced at Dean, who nodded and prepared his tools again. "Wrong answer, Ben," I said coldly. "Let’s try that again. Where is Tom?"