Alpha Razor King-Chapter 32: Damon’s Plan.

**Damon**

"Not even one of those fools survived?" I sank back into my chair, rubbing my face roughly. "Even Broan?"

Rey coughed awkwardly "Broan eh... he had it worse. That bastard cut off his fucking dick and left him to bleed dry."

I pounded my fist on the table hard. "Fuck! I swear when I get my hands on Razor’s bitch ass wife, I’ll cut limb by limb and send it to him." I spat. Broan was one of my most trusted men and this bastard freaking killed him. Razor will pay.

Nothing will kill that bastard more than watching me spread his bitch-ass wife’s legs and pound into her until she’s screaming for mercy. I swear, Razor King, I’ll make you beg for me to end her torture.

"This isn’t what I expected. Just how... And now he’s got that bitch Tara."

"Yes, sir. She was nowhere to be found."

"I bet she was happy to see that bastard!" I sneered, clenching my fist. "I didn’t even get to fuck her."

Stupid ass bitch managed to evade me all this time and now that I finally found her, that bastard Razor took her. I shouldn’t have bragged to her about the wolf extractor. I’m sure she must have told Razor everything.

"And she was such a strong werewolf." Rey sighed.

"She was. But I swear we’ll get her back. I’m not yet through with that bitch." Tara is hiding something, I know for a fact.

I was going to make that bitch my queen after I’ve gotten rid of Razor King, but she’s still stuck in the past over someone who has moved on, by the way. Werewolves were dumb like that. Imagine holding on to some weird-ass mate bond. Bullshit.

"I don’t think she’d be happy to see Razor. Remember, he hates her and he’s been searching for her," Rey shrugged. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"Bold of you to think that bitch cares. She’ll do anything to get on that bastard’s good side. I bet she’s telling him everything about my fucking device as we speak."

Tara has always been obsessed with Razor, and I’m sure she hasn’t changed yet. She seemed to think he was the only damn man for her, but I swear I’ll make sure to kill that bastard in front of her. And then of course I’ll fuck her to oblivion.

"I’ll tell our guys to keep an eye on that pack," Rey assured me.

I shook my head, feeling my heart pound with rage. "I can’t let this slide. I need to do something."

I stood up from my seat and motioned for Rey to follow suit. We made our way to the dungeon where we normally kept our prisoners, the werewolves we used for experiments.

Their hands were chained to the wall with specially made silver chains, their feet dangling above the floor.

I went to the table where torture devices were kept and took a silver knife. "Which of them is from the Bloody Skull pack?" I asked my men, looking at the captives on the wall.

"I don’t think there’s anyone from the Bloody Skull pack here, boss," one of them replied nervously.

"What do you mean, no one?" I barked, incensed. "I’m sure one of them must be from that stupid pack."

"There was, but we killed him. Remember, boss," Rey explained slowly, wary of my anger.

Fuck! I totally forgot that we killed the fool and sent his body to Razor. I wouldn’t have allowed him to die so easily if I knew Razor would kill Broan like this.

Enraged, I went to one of the captives on the wall, grabbed his face, and sliced off a piece. The captive screamed in agony, blood spattering across the wall.

Still not satisfied, I moved to the next one and repeated the brutal act. "What do you know about Razor King? Tell me how to lure him, anything!" I screamed in frustration. But the captive only laughed defiantly.

My brow furrowed. "Are you stupid?"

"Yes, I am. Even if I knew something about Alpha Razor, I’d never tell you," he spat with venom, glaring fearlessly at me.

"So, you’re not afraid of me?"

"I’d rather be afraid of Alpha Razor."

That was it. I brought the blade up and sliced out his tongue, throwing it to the floor as he writhed in pain. "Let me see you say something now," I taunted, relishing in his agony.

"It hurts, doesn’t it?" I continued, stabbing his face repeatedly with the blade. "Let me see you laugh again."

The captive screamed and writhed in pain until his strength began to wane. I stepped back, watching him with a twisted smile.

"Aww, it must hurt so bad," I mocked.

"You... you..." he struggled to say something, his breaths ragged and painful. "Bastard?"

Without hesitation, I plunged the blade into his chest multiple times until he stopped breathing.

I threw the knife aside and turned to my men. "Did you see that? This is what happens to anyone who fears Razor King and not me! Do you understand?" I demanded.

Their heads bobbed in unison. "Yes, sir," they echoed.

"Good. Now, clean this up," I ordered before striding out of the dungeon with Rey following behind.

I was tired of everything; everyone acting as though Razor King was some untouchable god that should be feared or something. I’ll make sure I destroy that damn bastard and take over as the king of Upperville.

"Boss, don’t you think it’s high time we use our enhanced wolf and end that bastard Razor once and for all?" Rey asked behind me.

I paused and turned to meet his gaze. "Relax, Rey boy. You’re too forward. Don’t think I’ve forgotten that you were the one who suggested I attack that bastard’s wife."

Rey looked away nervously, rubbing his neck. "Sorry, boss."

"I have a much better idea. I think it’s time we pay a visit to Razor’s bitch ass wife’s parents. I need Razor to feel my rage," I said, nodding at him before patting his back.