Alpha Razor King-Chapter 58: Hard Truth.

**Razor**

Immediately after leaving Cross’s room, I rested my back against the door, rubbing my temples to release some stress. His painful screams filled the air, and I had the strongest urge to go back inside and relieve him. But I hesitated. He needed to learn the fucking hard way.

I had explicitly warned him not to see any girl behind my back, and he did it anyway, with a girl whose identity was a lie.

I had asked Dean to investigate her, only to find out Kira wasn’t her real name because there weren’t any records of her. The most shocking part being, she was the girl with that bastard Ian at the restaurant. I didn’t want to tell Cross yet; I needed to be sure about her first because it seemed he had grown to like her a lot.

Drawing a deep breath, I started walking to the living room. Just then, Chris stepped inside, dropping to his knees.

"Boss, everything is ready now," he announced.

"Let’s go then," I motioned for him to follow me as we made our way toward the dungeon.

On arrival, Cain had already been chained naked to the wall, but he was yet to feel my wrath. I had instructed my men not to touch him; I didn’t want him to die by mistake.

My men helped me with my apron and hand gloves. I didn’t want too much blood staining my body.

I stood in front of Cain, my gaze piercing into him. "So, the two fingers you lost weren’t enough warning for you to have some sense, I see," I told him in a cool, calm voice.

"Why were you at the club with Isabella?" I demanded, my voice low and menacing.

Cain hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I was just there to party boss I swear." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

I narrowed my eyes, not buying his excuse. "Is that so? And what were you doing with my wife?"

He shifted uncomfortably, avoiding my gaze. "I... I didn’t have any bad intentions. We were just talking, having a few drinks..."

I interrupted him, "Even after my warning?"

Cain looked down, his silence speaking volumes. I could see the fucking terror in his eyes.

"I see," I said, taking a step closer to him. "You know the consequences of messing with me, especially if you’re one of my men and belong in my pack."

Cain swallowed nervously, realizing the gravity of the situation. "I... I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. It was just a mistake. Boss, please have mercy."

I leaned in closer, my voice cold, "Well, now you’re going to have to face the consequences of your mistake. And believe me, you’ll beg and cry and there will be no mercy. And then you’ll tell me the fucking truth."

I ordered Chris to get me a sharp blade, which he did without hesitation. With the blade in hand, I approached Cain, who was still chained to the wall, his eyes wide with fear.

Without a word, I took Cain’s hand and, with one swift motion, sliced off all the fingers on his right hand. He screamed in pain and agony, kicking his feet against the wall.

"Onto the next one," I growled, grabbing his other hand. He began to beg, his voice trembling with fear.

"No, please sir... wait up, boss, please..."

I tightened my grip, my patience wearing thin. "Fucking speak! Why were you at that club?"

"I wanted to... see Luna," he stammered, clearly afraid of my reaction.

"How the fuck did you know she was going to be there?" I demanded, but he hesitated, infuriating me further. In a fit of rage, I sliced off all the fingers on his other hand, causing him to cry out in agony again.

"You had better start talking now," I warned, my voice dripping with rage. "You don’t want to find out what’s getting cut next!"

"Boss, please... I’ll talk, please," he pleaded, his tears mixing with the blood from his wounds. "It was Ian... he asked me to help Luna escape.

Cain’s confession hit me like a sucker punch to the gut, I could feel the rage boiling inside me. I gritted my teeth, glaring at him as I asked, "Was my wife in on the whole plan?"

The bastard nodded, a terrified look on his face. "Yes, sir," he replied fearfully, swallowing hard.

I couldn’t contain my anger anymore. I kicked my feet in frustration, unable to fucking believe this. So, Isabella was fucking around behind my back, planning to escape, and all the while, she had the guts to lie to me that she didn’t know who that fool Ian was.

The realization burned like a hot iron, searing through my heart. I had trusted her, and this was how she repaid me? With lies and deceit? Anger consumed me, turning my vision red.

Turning my attention back to Cain, I demanded, "How do you know Ian?"

Cain hesitated, then confessed, "We’re friends. We met at some coffee shop in Upperville and since then we’ve been in touch."

"And how does Ian know Isabella?" I pressed, my voice low and dangerous.

"He didn’t say much," Cain replied, shifting uncomfortably. "Just that they were friends in school, in the Red-Water Pack. He...he contacted me recently and asked me to help Luna escape. He was supposed to be at the club earlier but he bailed out and asked me to go instead of him."

The pieces fell into place, and I felt a surge of rage unlike anything I had ever experienced. Isabella had not only lied to me about knowing that bastard, but she had also kept their past friendship a secret. My blood boiled with fury. How could she betray me like this?

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. Isabella would pay dearly for her deceit. She had crossed the fucking line. She had fucking lied and decieved me, and for that, she would suffer the consequences.

Turning to Chris, I spoke in a cold, firm tone. "Torture him until he’s fucking tired of begging, but don’t kill him...yet."

Cain’s eyes widened in fear

"Yes sir," Chris replied, eying Cain dangerously. I’m certain he’ll do a great job.

"Boss.... alpha.... Please have mercy...." he started pleading for leniency.

I ignored his cries, my mind focused on something else. Without another word, I turned and started walking out of the dungeon. I had scores to settle with my little wife.