Alpha Razor King-Chapter 98: The Plan.

**Razor**

"What did Tara say?" I asked Dean, who had just gotten off the phone with her.

"She said that Beta Tom is planning on visiting Alpha Carl and the other alphas secretly."

"What is that man up to now?" I nodded thoughtfully. "Did she say when?"

"Tomorrow, sir," Dean replied. "She thinks he’s going to go there at night."

"That’s great...then we have to go home and plan."

"What about the investigation, sir?" Chris asked, holding the car door.

"Forget about that," I replied. "That can wait."

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As I walked into the mansion, the familiar sight of the living room greeted me. Isabella was seated on the couch, flipping through a magazine. She looked up as I entered, surprise flickering across her features.

"Razor, you’re back early today," she exclaimed, setting the magazine aside and standing up to greet me.

I smiled, crossing the room to her. "Yeah, I have some things to take care of," I pulled her into a gentle embrace. Her warmth and familiar scent enveloped me.

"Is everything okay?" she raised a brow in concern.

I nodded, resting my forehead against hers. "Yeah, baby. We might have a chance of saving Cross," I assured her, brushing a stray strand of hair from her lovely face.

Her eyes widened. "Really?"

I gently pulled Isabella along with me to the couch, sitting down beside her. She looked at me curiously, her eyes searching mine for answers.

"What’s going on, Razor?" she asked, growing more worried.

"We received some information from Tara," I began, taking her hands in mine. "Tom is planning to leave the pack secretly tomorrow."

Isabella’s eyes widened in surprise. "Why? Where is he going?"

"To visit Alpha Carl," I said, squeezing her hands reassuringly. "We need to be prepared."

Isabella nodded. "What can I do to help?"

"Just stay safe, okay? And keep Nathan close."

"I will," she promised, leaning in to kiss me briefly before pulling back.

"Where’s Nathan?"

"He’s with Felicia," she replied

"Can you call her?" I requested, eager to see my little man after what happened.

Isabella nodded and quickly dialed Felicia’s number. Within moments, Felicia arrived, holding Nathan in her arms. His face lit up with a wide smile as he reached out towards me.

I took Nathan into my arms, bouncing him up and down as he giggled happily. It was a relief to see him in good spirits and healthy also.

"He seems better now," I remarked, looking at Isabella.

She smiled. "Yes, much better. He’s been playing and laughing all afternoon."

I cuddled Nathan close, feeling grateful that he was okay.

After some minutes, I gently handed Nathan back to Isabella and stood up urgently. "I need to plan for tomorrow night."

"Alright then. If you need anything just call me," Isabella told me.

"Thank you baby," I replied, heading towards my study.

I called some of my men to join me, and as they gathered, I began to lay out the plan. "Chris, I need you to lead a team and follow Tom to Alpha Carl’s house. Make sure you stop him from returning to the pack house," I instructed.

Chris nodded, his expression serious. "You got it, boss. We’ll keep an eye on him."

"As for me," I continued, turning to Dean, "I’ll go with you to the pack house. We need to save Cross before that bastard can do anything to him."

Dean nodded. "We’ll get him out safely, boss, You can count on us."

With the plan in place, I just hope I’ll be able to rescue my little brother tomorrow.

The day went by like a blur. All I could think of was Cross. I needed to fucking save my little brother no matter what tomorrow.

I paced back and forth in my study, going over the plan in my head. Every detail had to be perfect. Cross’s life depended on it.

Isabella soon walked in, her expression filled with concern. "Razor, you need to rest," she said softly, placing a hand on my arm.

"I can’t," I shook my head slowly. "Not until Cross is safe."

She nodded with a small smile. "We’ll get him back. I believe in you."

"Thank you baby."

Her words gave me the strength to carry on. Tomorrow would be a day of reckoning, but I was ready. I’ll do whatever to fucking bring my brother home.

"Thank you so much, baby," I whispered, wrapping my arms around Isabella’s waist and kissing her lips softly before pulling away. "I better go to bed. I need all the rest I can get."

"Alright, sir." She hugged me briefly before we both exited the study together.

The next morning, we quickly ran through the plan and then we waited until evening before I ordered Chris and the other guys to head out. Time was of the essence, and we needed to move quickly before Tom reached Alpha Carl’s house.

After some tense minutes, we received a text from Tara. "Tom has already left the pack house," I announced, turning to Dean. "Get the guys ready. We need to move now." Dean nodded.

The moment of truth had arrived, and I knew that the success of our mission depended on the swift and coordinated action of my plan.

Isabella walked into the study with Nathan in her arms. "Is it time yet?" she asked, a little hesitant.

"Yes, baby," I replied, leaning over to kiss her lips and then Nathan’s forehead. "Chris and the others have already gone out. They’re going to lay in ambush and watch. If eventually Tom leaves Alpha Carl’s house before we save Cross, they’ll ambush him."

"That’s great," she nodded. "I know you’ll succeed, but please be careful."

"I will," I nodded with a smile. "Stay alert, baby, and take care of yourself and Nathan."

"We will, sir," she said, determination shining in her eyes. "We’ll be waiting for you...and Cross."

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**Tara**

I paced around the room, clutching my phone tightly in my fingers.

"Tara, are you sure about this?" My dad asked, fear evident in his voice.

"Yes, Dad," I replied firmly. "This is the only way we can get out of here alive."

"But what about Alpha Razor?" my dad pressed. "He’ll never forgive me after what happened to his parents."

I sighed. "I know, Dad. But we don’t have a fucking choice. We have to do whatever it takes to survive."

I could hear the fear in his voice, and it pained me so much. But we were trapped, and if we didn’t act fast, we would never make it out alive.

"Alright," my dad said finally. "I’ll trust you, Tara. Just be careful."

"I will, Dad," I promised. "I’ll do whatever it takes to keep us safe."

"So, what’s next right now?" my dad asked, breaking the tense silence that have settled in.

"I don’t know, Dad," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "I already told Dean to relay the message to Razor. They’ll be here soon."

As if on cue, a knock sounded at the door, and we both looked at each other anxiously. I panicked, unsure of where to hide the phone as the knock persisted.

"Over here," my dad pointed under the bed. I quickly bent down and hid it there before going to unlock the door.

"What took you so long?" Cain entered, his eyes surveying the room curiously.

"What do you want, Cain?" I asked sharply, as he continued looking around the room suspiciously.

"Why didn’t you open the door on time?" he probed further.

"We didn’t hear, okay?" I snapped, feeling irritated by his insistent questioning.

"It was fucking loud, Tara!" he retorted.

"Again, we didn’t hear," I insisted, feeling my patience wearing thin.

"Well, I don’t believe you," he groaned, stepping closer and invading my space.

"Cain, please leave her alone. We didn’t hear because we were sleeping," my dad interjected, trying to diffuse the tension in the room.

"And you want me to believe that?" Cain raised an eyebrow at my dad, clearly skeptical.

I could feel my patience wearing thin. How could this bastard just walk in here as though he owned the place?

"I think you should fucking leave right now," I snapped, pointing at the door. "You don’t seem to have anything useful to say."

"Well, I wanted to ask you about that kid, Lisa. Where are you hiding her?" Cain’s tone was accusatory, and I could see the suspicion in his eyes.

"I already told Tom, I don’t know, okay?" I replied, my voice firm.

"I don’t believe you, so you had better tell me," Cain insisted, his tone becoming more aggressive.

"Why should I?" I shot back, jamming a hand on my hip. "You’re not the boss around here."

"Well, since Tom isn’t around, he left me in charge," Cain retorted.

"He didn’t tell me that," I argued, feeling my heart beating with rage.

"Shut up, you mouth—" Cain’s words were cut off by the sudden sound of my ringtone. I panicked, hoping to the moon goddess that he hadn’t heard it.

"Do you hear that?" Cain asked, glancing around the room.

"Hear what?" I replied, trying to keep my voice steady as I glanced at my dad nervously.

"I think it’s coming from there," Cain pointed under the bed before rushing to check it. He reached for the phone and brought it out. "Well, look what we have here."

I watched in fear as he glanced through the phone. "You sent a message to Dean? As in Razor’s man, Dean?"

I didn’t reply but managed to keep a straight face.

"You...you bitch," Cain chuckled darkly, taking a step closer towards me. "Wait until Tom hears about this."

I shut the door close before meeting his gaze hard on. "I’m sorry, but I can’t let that happen." I smiled darkly.

He continued laughing. "You think you can stop me? I’m a warrior, Tara."

"I can," I nodded with a shrug. "Besides, you’re outnumbered." I motioned at my dad. And now, Cain didn’t look too confident anymore.