Alpha Razor King-Chapter 48: Hunting Ian.

**Razor**

"It’s not my blood," I tell her, pushing a strand of hair from her face softly before pulling her into a hug.

"I was so scared," she whispered, her breath rapid. Oh, my little wife is so scared.

"I’m here now. I’ve taken care of it," I reassured her, releasing her and gently running my fingers through her cheek. "Come on, let’s go home."

She hesitated, glancing at the floor. "Razor, who were those people?"

"I’m not sure, baby, but I’ll find out soon. Come on," I said, helping her sit in the front seat before moving to the driver’s seat.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure who those bastards were. They were werewolves but not from any packs in Upperville. How they managed to get past my barrier is beyond me.

We arrived at the pack house and went straight to the penthouse. I sent Isabella inside the room before asking one of my men to summon Dean.

He rushed to the penthouse in record time, and as soon as I saw him, I grabbed him and flipped him through the wall.

"Didn’t I fucking tell you to monitor the pack territories?" I yelled at him, feeling my eyes turn red. "Answer me!"

He forced himself to his knees, taking ragged breaths. "I’m so sorry, boss. I thought I had it under control."

"How the hell did some bastards who weren’t from any of the packs around here get past the boundary to the point of attacking me and killing two of our men?" I had to clench my fist to push down my boiling anger.

"I’m so sorry, sir... I swear I don’t know how it happened! I swear it will never happen again, sir. Please," he begged, bowing his head to the ground.

"Go find out from Beta Tom how he missed this. And tell him to investigate the Raven pack." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Yes, sir," Dean replied. "Thank you for your mercy." He got up and exited the penthouse.

I paced about the living room, wondering who dared to try this crap with me. Before I ripped one of those bastards’ tongues out, he confessed that they were from the Raven pack, and there was definitely no such pack in all of Upperville.

I made my way inside the room to see Isabella sitting at the edge of the bed, her face covered in her hands.

"Why haven’t you showered yet?" She jumped at my question. "Are you alright?" I found myself asking for the hundredth time that day.

"Yes, sir... I was just... getting a hold of myself."

I took slow strides and stood in front of her. "Isabella, all night you’ve been acting kind of weird, as if you’re hiding something."

"I’m fine... I’m just a little bit startled about what happened today," she explained while fiddling with her dress.

I placed my hand on her chin and forced her to meet my gaze. "Don’t lie to me, my little wife. I know something is bothering you. But I’m giving you the grace to come clean and say it now."

"I... am alright..."

"I’m not promising not to punish you if you come clean, but I might be lenient with you. But if I have to find out for myself..." I left the threat hanging, watching as she visibly swallowed.

I pulled her up by her arm and turned her back, pulling her zipper down slowly. The dress slipped off her body, revealing a red set of lace bra and panties. Next, I unhooked her bra, feeling her body tense up a bit as it fell to the floor.

I turned her to face me, her cheeks already a bright shade of pink. "Take it off?" I pointed at her panties, her fingers coming down, slowly slipping them off.

"Perfect," I mused, taking in her perky and round boobs. A smile crossed my lips when I saw that her nipples were hardened.

She averted her gaze to the floor, shame coloring her features.

Grabbing her boobs, I fondled them gently, her lips parting in a low moan. "There’s nothing to be shy about, baby. I’ve already seen it all countless times, and I love it so much."

Pulling her closer, her soft boobs brushed against my chest, making my cock twitch. Fuck, I wanted her now. Unable to waste any more time, I carried her bridal style and headed for the bathroom.

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The Next Day

"We found him trying to sneak out of Upperville," Dean stated as I looked at the man who was chained to the wall, naked.

"So, he’s part of the Raven pack?" I asked Dean without tearing my gaze from the man.

"We think so, sir..." I threw a cold glare at Dean, and he shifted nervously. "What I meant was that he’s refusing to talk," he added, looking at the floor.

I strode to the table and picked up a sharp blade before going back to stand in front of the man. "Are you from the Raven pack?" I asked, rubbing the blade slowly on my palm.

He shifted uncomfortably. "I was just passing through, sir. I didn’t mean any harm."

I raised the blade, immediately slicing off his right ear. His screams pierced the air.

I leaned forward, my gaze piercing. "Let’s try again. Are you from the Raven pack?"

"Yes, sir... yes, sir.. please..." he whimpered, trembling in fear.

"And who’s your alpha?"

He swallowed nervously. "Alpha Elon. I... I was sent by Alpha Elon."

My eyes narrowed. "Why would Alpha Elon send you here?"

"He... he wanted me to gather information about your pack," Marcus stammered. "He said he had a plan to take over Upperville."

I leaned back, drawing a dry chuckle. "Is that so? Isn’t Elon the alpha of the Crescent Moon pack?"

"I’m...."

I grabbed the man’s genitals and placed the blade there. "Who sent you!" I barked, squeezing his fucking dick as he screamed in pain.

"It was... the young man... at the restaurant.. please..." He choked out in pain. "He had brown hair, and was with a young woman with ash blond hair."

The image of the young man and girl who were sitting across from Isabella and me suddenly flashed through my mind.

"Who is that fucking bastard?"

"I don’t... know..." he was panting, his anxious eyes fixed on his genitals. "He paid us money and asked us to mention Alpha Elon’s name if we were ever caught. And... and also, he wanted us to bring your wife to him."

"The fuck?" I cursed. "My wife?"

"Yes sir."

"Human?"

"No, he’s a werewolf," he shook his head fearfully.

I turned to Dean. "Go find out who and where that fucking bastard is and report back to me."

"Yes, sir," he nodded quickly, exiting the dungeon.

Turning to the man, I sliced off his genitals slowly as his painful cries filled the air. I threw the blade away, took off my gloves, and after rinsing and sanitizing my hands, I turned to my men.

"Leave the man here to bleed out," I ordered, walking away as he wailed and screamed in pain.

My eyes were already set on the bastard who dared to cross me. And what the fuck does he want with Isabella?When I get my hands on him, I’ll make sure he dies a slow and agonizing death.