Alpha Razor King-Chapter 68: CCTV.

**Razor**

"Are you certain the bastard was at this hotel?" I asked Dean, my eyes flicking to the entrance of the hotel, a sleek, modern building that stood out amongst the others.

"Yes, sir," Dean replied, his voice a little tense with urgency. "The CCTV captured Damon leaving. Chris and the guys are trying to locate him right now."

"I can’t believe they missed that bastard again," I muttered, my anger boiling. Damon had evaded us too many times already. It was time to put an end to this.

I climbed into the car, Dean following suit, and we sped off towards Alpha Elon’s house. Elon was one of the stupid alphas who had betrayed Upperville, siding with the damn Dead Man Mafia.

As we approached Elon’s house, I felt a surge of surprise. I won’t lie; I didn’t expect him to have the guts to return here after everything he had done. After betraying our city to the fucking Mafia.

"We’re here boss," the driver announced, pulling up to the gate of Elon’s estate.

I got out of the car, my jaw clenched, my fists balled at my sides. It was time to pay that bastard a visit, to make him pay for his betrayal.

I stormed towards the gate, Dean and a few of my men following closely behind me. As we approached, the gate swung open, revealing the muscular physique of Alpha Elon standing on the other side with some of his men.

"Well, well, well," he sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "If it isn’t Alpha Razor, the greatest alpha of Upperville. To what do I owe this unexpected visit?"

I didn’t respond. I didn’t need to. My eyes spoke volumes, the fire burning within them an evidence to the fury that consumed me.

"Come to beg for mercy, Razor?" Elon taunted, stepping forward, his body tense, ready for a fight. "Are you afraid Damon is going to take over your pack?"

I ignored his words, shaking my head at his stupidity. Elon, a coward who had now grown fucking wings because he’s working with the Mafia. I approached him, my face set in a deep frown.

"Where’s Damon?" I asked him.

Elon chuckled, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Why would I tell you that?" he taunted. "You’re nothing but a washed-up alpha clinging to past glory."

I felt my temper flare, but I forced myself to remain calm. Losing control now would only play into his hands.

"I suggest you tell me," I said evenly, "before things get fucking ugly."

He laughed, a cold one. "Oh, I don’t think you’ll do anything," he sneered. "You’re all talk, Razor. A has-been alpha who’s lost his edge."

"One last warning," I warned. "Tell me where Damon is, or you’ll regret it."

He smiled widened, his confidence growing. "Or what?" he challenged. "What are you going to do, Razor? You don’t have the guts."

I’ve fucking had it with this bastard!

Before I could take a step, Elon ordered his men to come at me, but I could see the fear in their eyes. My men moved to intercept, but I stopped them with a gesture. This was my fight,and I’ll fucking end it myself.

With a sigh, I launched myself at Elon’s men, my movements swift and lethal. In less than a minute, I had disposed of them, ripping their hearts out ruthlessly. They lay motionless at my feet, their hearts ripped from their chests, blood pooling around them.

He stared at me, fear etched on his face. "Alpha Razor, let’s talk, please," he pleaded, his voice trembling.

And now the bastard wants to talk.

I ignored his plea, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him close. "Where is Damon?" I demanded.

"I-I don’t know," he stuttered. "He’s gone, disappeared.

I tightened my grip on him, my patience wearing thin. "Don’t lie to me, Elon," I growled. "You know where he is. Tell me, or I’ll make you regret it."

His eyes darted around, as if searching for an escape. But there was none. He was trapped, at my fucking mercy.

"I swear, I don’t know," he insisted, his voice desperate. "He left town some hours ago and didn’t tell me where he’s heading to."

I studied him for a moment, weighing his words. I could sense he was telling the truth, that he genuinely didn’t know Damon’s whereabouts.

With a sigh, I released him, stepping back. "Fine."

He nodded, relief flooding his features. "Thank you, Alpha Razor," he said, his voice shaking. "Thank you for sparing me."

I chuckled, tilting my head sideways as he trembled before me, eventually falling to the ground. "Don’t thank me yet. Remember, you betrayed us, Elon," I reminded him. "You sold out your own kind for a few pieces of silver. You’re a disgrace."

The bastard continued to tremble in fear. "You think you can just come back here and act like nothing happened?" I continued, stepping closer. "You think you can betray us and get away with it?"

I grabbed him by the collar, lifting him off the ground, my eyes blazing with fury. "You’re wrong, Elon," I hissed. "You’re going to pay for what you’ve done. You’re going to pay dearly."

With that, I threw him to the ground, turning my back on him as I faced my men. "Eat him alive and make it slow," I ordered coldly.

I walked away, Dean following closely behind me. As we got into the car, I could already hear the howling sounds of wolves and the painful screams of Elon filling the air. He was getting what he deserved.

"Chris and Tara are back in the pack house, they were unable to locate him," Dean announced fearfully from the front seat. I didn’t reply, my mind elsewhere. I was fucking sure that bastard was still in Upper Vile.

"Turn the car around and take me back to the hotel," I ordered the driver. "I need to check that CCTV footage myself."

In less than twenty minutes, we arrived at the hotel. I knew the manager, so it wasn’t a hassle getting direct access to the control room.

The manager, a middle-aged man named Mr. Thompson, greeted me with a nervous smile as I entered the control room. "Alpha Razor, what can I do for you?" he asked, fiddling with his glasses nervously.

"I need to see the CCTV footage from last night," I replied, my tone leaving no room for argument.

Mr. Thompson nodded, pulling up the footage on the screen. I scanned through it quickly, my eyes narrowed in concentration. And then, there he was. Damon, slipping out of the hotel, a smug smile on his face.

"Pause," I commanded, pointing to the screen. "Zoom in on that."

Mr. Thompson complied, zooming in on Damon’s face. I studied it carefully, committing every detail to memory. But there was nothing spectacular about the footage. Nevertheless, I’ll find him, and when I do, I’ll make him suffer.

"Thank you, Mr. Thompson," I said, turning to leave. "I’ll take it from here."

But as Mr. Thompson was about to close the file, something caught my eye.

"Wait," I said, pointing at the screen. "What’s that?"

Mr. Thompson rewound the footage, and there it was. Tara and Chris, outside the control room, arguing heatedly. And then, to my shock and disbelief, Tara kissed Chris, and he didn’t push her away.

"What the fuck?" I muttered, my jaw clenched in anger. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Chris, fucking around with my ex-mate?