Alpha Razor King-Chapter 29: Attitude Adjustment.

**Razor**

I arrived at the training ground to find my little brother, Cross, on top of a struggling Tara on the ground, with some people trying effortlessly to pull him off. I was surprised, knowing that Tara was fucking strong compared to many werewolves. Nonetheless, I was glad to see that Cross was getting stronger.

Immediately the members of my pack spotted me, they fell to their knees, bowing their heads to the ground in respect.

"You’re all dismissed," I ordered curtly. They all quickly scrambled out of the training ground, leaving me with just Cross and Tara.

"Let go, Cross," I ordered, my voice cutting through the silence, but Cross shook his head, his eyes reddened with rage.

Drawing a deep breath, I ordered him to let go again, but he still refused. Now he’s fucking trying my patience.

"Remember what she did to us, brother. Our parents died because of her." His fingers tightened hard around Tara’s neck, causing her to gag.

My eyes shut momentarily. I understood my brother’s anger, really I did, but he knew better than to disobey or disrespect my orders.

"One," I counted coolly, and as if coming to his senses, Cross’s hands fell to his side as he sprang to his feet, while Tara coughed, holding her bruised neck with her hands.

His eyes met mine, and instantly he flinched when he saw the cold look on my face. He shifted nervously, knowing he was in fucking trouble.

"What happened here?" My question was directed to Tara as she was getting up from the ground.

She swallowed hard, adjusting her clothes before meeting my gaze. "It’s not his fault, boss. It’s my—"

"Shut up!" Cross interjected, his eyes smoldering fiercely as he glared at Tara.

Oh he’s fucking trying my patience.

"Go to your room now and wait for me!" I ordered Cross slowly, my eyes daring him to fucking disobey me one more time.

"Yes, sir," he whimpered, lowering his eyes, before practically darting out of the training ground.

I thought as much. If he had disregarded my order again, I would have bared his ass here and thrown him over my lap for a fucking sound reminder in respect and obedience.

My attention shifted solely to Tara. "What happened?"

She took a deep breath. "I was just passing by the training ground when Cross spotted me and suddenly lunged at me, pinning me to the ground," her voice trembled slightly as she explained. "I didn’t do anything to provoke him, I swear. But I understand why he hates me."

I nodded. "I’m glad you’re aware that it’s all your fault. I’ll talk to him so that it doesn’t happen again."

"Thank you, boss." She ran her hand through her hair, glancing around. "I actually came here to apologize to your wife... I mean Luna, but it seems like she isn’t here."

"She’s taking a nap," I simply said, "you’ll get your chance to apologize soon."

I made to leave, but she stopped me. "Where are you going..."

She paused mid-sentence, closing her lips as she caught the cold glare I sent her way. She was in no position to ask such.

Without saying another word, I left the training ground and made my way to Cross’s room.

I entered his room to find him kneeling on the floor, facing the wall with his hands behind his back. He knew he was in trouble; he didn’t even wait for me to arrive before assuming his punishment position.

Walking slowly, I sat on the bed across from my little brother. I could see his shoulders shaking and hear the faint whimpering echoing in the room. He was crying and probably scared. Good, he should have fucking behaved.

"Come here, Cross," I commanded, pointing to a spot in front of me.

He turned around and crawled on his knees, stopping in front of the exact spot I had pointed at. He knew I would be furious if he stood up without permission.

I pinned him down with a hard glare, causing him to tremble as he clasped his hands together. "I’m so sorry, brother. I didn’t mean to disrespect you. I won’t...do it again," he stumbled over his words amidst tears.

I sighed, steeling my heart for what I was about to do. I wasn’t going to let my little brother’s tears sway me.

"How many times did you disobey me, little boy?" My voice came out harsh, causing him to flinch and drop his gaze to the floor.

"Tw...two times," he choked out.

I raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"N-no, sir. I meant thrice."

I sighed again, leaning forward and using my hand to force his gaze up. "I know you’re angry with Tara, Cross. I really do," I began gently but with a firm tone. "I’m not angry because you lashed out at her, but because you’ve disobeyed me more than once in the span of how many days? Three or so. It seems like the punishment you got last time didn’t teach you anything. The disobedience ends now."

"I’m sorry, brother," Cross whispered.

"I know, little brother. But I need Tara here at the moment. I need some answers from her and depending on how it goes, if need be, I’ll be the one to end her. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

I released his face. "Now stand up and go get the whip, quickly."

"Please?" He burst into loud sobs as he stood up on shaky legs, hesitating to retrieve the whip.

"Now cross!"

He jumped in fear, hurrying to his closet to get the whip.

Cross returned from the closet, clutching the silver horse whip in his shaky hands. The whip was made of silver and had been dipped into wolf’s bane.

I stretched out my hand, motioning for him to hand it over. He hurried and placed it in my hand.

Getting up from my bed, I folded my freaking damn sleeves for the second time today. "Pants down and over the bed," I ordered curtly.

"Brother, please, I’m sorry," Cross pleaded, taking a weary step back and shaking his head. "Please."

"Cross!"

"Please, brother... I... I need to... pee first."

"No, you don’t," I pointed at the bed. "Now get your sorry little ass there quickly!"

He whimpered at the weight of my voice, hurrying to obey my orders. I waited until his pants were down before coming to stand behind him.

"You’ll be getting fifty strokes, and I want you to count them," I stated firmly, not waiting for his reply as I let the whip fall hard on his ass with a loud whistle.

"One, sir," he choked out, his body already shaking with sobs.

I landed eleven smacks in quick succession, his painful cries increasing with each swing as the whip burned his skin.

"Twelve... twelve, sir, please have mercy, I’m sorry," he begged, but I steeled my heart. I’ll make sure the lesson sticks this time.

By the fortieth smack, he got up holding his ass with his hands as he rubbed furiously.

I drew in a deep breath, pushing him back down. "How dare you. Did I say to get up?"

"No, sir..." he whimpered, clutching the duvet tightly as his body shook all over.

"We’re starting all over. And this time, I’ll stop whenever I feel like."

"Nooo... Please, sir," Cross struggled to get up, my grip instantly tightening on his shoulder to keep him in place. He could struggle all he wanted, but I’ll always be stronger than my little brother.

I started all over, landing blow after blow, on his trembling form. His cries grew louder, echoing off the walls as he erupted in loud wailing, struggling to escape the painful hits. But I held him down with my left hand. I could hear the desperation in his voice as he begged for mercy.

"Please, have mercy, it hurts so much," he pleaded between sobs, his voice strained with pain. "I can’t hold it anymore, I need to pee!"

"Hold it." I wasn’t about to let him up just to relieve his bladder. "You had better not wet yourself."

His entire body trembled as he struggled to obey. He clenched his thighs tightly together, his face contorted in pain as he fought to keep his desperation at bay.

And I meant it, because if he did, I’ll kill him. No brother of mine is going to wet himself because he couldn’t hold his damn pee while getting thrashed.

His tears intensified as I continued raining stinging smacks on his sore ass. He wailed, bucked his back,and sobbed until finally going limp, exhausted.

Satisfied with the result of his bottom, which was covered in welts and had turned a dark shade of purple, I flung the whip across the ground.

I waited for a minute so his tears could die down. "Over there," I ordered curtly, pointing in front of the wall.

He dragged himself up on shaky legs, sobbing as he went and stood in front of the wall.

"Hands up, eyes closed and bend your knees. Maintain that position."

He instantly obeyed, bending his knees and raising his hands up in the air.

I knew I was quite fucking strict with my little brother, but while I was away all those years from home, my parents had spoiled him. Every week, he was getting into trouble, from one fight to another, almost getting himself killed. I had to take him in hand when my parents passed away.

"I’ll come back to check up on you, and you had better be in this position."

"Yes... sir," his voice sounded so low, so pitiful. I deliberated letting him off but decided against it. I can’t afford to be fucking soft right now.

As I stepped out of the room, I was greeted with the sight of Isabella standing in front of me.

My brow rose."Didn’t I say not to leave the room?"