Alpha Razor King-Chapter 71: Showdown.

**Razor**

"Where the fuck is Damon?" I demanded as soon as I stepped inside the club. He had warned me to come alone if I wanted Isabella alive and intact.

One of his men took a weary step back, motioning towards the hallway. "He’s over there. I’ll take you," he said, clearly intimidated by my presence. I followed him, ignoring the countless men stationed around us. All I wanted was Damon, and nothing would stop me from killing him today.

We entered a room that looked like an office. Damon was sitting comfortably in a chair, holding a cigarette in his hand. "Welcome, Razor. It’s very good to see you," he greeted with a smirk.

"Where is my wife?" I glared at him, cutting straight to the chase. "Where’s Isabella?"

Damon leaned back in his chair, blowing out a puff of smoke. "Relax, Razor. All I need from you is your cooperation, and then you can get your wife."

"What fucking cooperation are you talking about, you bastard?" I snapped, my anger boiling beneath the surface.

He pointed to a machine in the far corner of the room. "That’s the wolf extractor. All I need is to extract your wolf DNA, and we’re good to go."

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. "So you expect me to believe that you’ll let my wife be, after you kill me?"

"Exactly," he said, snapping his fingers as if it were that simple.

I felt a surge of rage coursing through me. How could he think I would fall for such a ridiculous plan?

"Let me see her first," I demanded, my teeth grinding in rage.

Damon’s lips tightened slightly, but he maintained his calm facade. "You’ll get to see her soon. Just relax," he said, clearly trying to stall.

Taking a step forward, I narrowed my eyes dangerously. "Where is my wife, you fucking bastard?" I growled. My patience was fucking wearing thin.

As Damon stood up from his chair, I could sense that something was off. His demeanor was different, and the way he spoke seemed calculated.

"You see, there’s a little problem. Your wife has gone missing," he said calmly, but his words made me curious.

"What the fuck are you saying?" I yelled, my eyes turning red with anger. "Where is Isabella?"

Before I could react, more men entered the room. Their scents told me they weren’t traditional werewolves but the abominations created by Damon.

"Calm down now, Razor," Damon said, dropping his cigarette into an ashtray. "I’ve sent my men to go get her. But unfortunately for you, I don’t think you’ll be able to see her. I’m going to finish what my father started today."

Despite my anger, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Isabella had managed to escape. She was safe, and that was all that mattered.

"How can I be sure you’re telling the truth? How do I know you’re not hiding her somewhere in here?" I demanded, my voice filled with suspicion.

"Rey, bring him in," Damon called out.

Two men dragged a bloodied man into the room and threw him roughly on the floor. It was Ian, Isabella’s friend.

"You recognize him, don’t you?" Damon asked, taking slow steps towards Ian. "He was the one who released her, and now he’s refused to tell me her whereabouts."

Damon bent down to Ian’s eye level, his face twisted with anger. "Tell me where Isabella is," he demanded.

Ian chuckled darkly, shaking his head defiantly at the both of us. "She’s far away from the both of you, you bastards. To a place where none of you will ever bother her again," he spat angrily.

Damon’s patience was wearing thin. "One last chance, where is she?" he asked, bringing out a blade from his pocket.

"I’ll never tell you where she is!" Ian shouted, taking ragged breaths. His eyes met mine in a fierce glare. "She was so happy to be finally gone from you... to be free from your violence." He spat angrily.

Before he could say another word, Damon plunged the knife slowly straight into his heart, a cruel smile on his face.

I felt my heart caught instantly. Was he really telling the truth, that Isabella ran away from me? I can’t fucking deal. I’ll find her no matter what. She can’t leave me!

Suddenly, Damon gestured at his men to chop Ian’s head off. Rey, one of his men, took out a sword and swiftly chopped Ian’s head, blood splashing on my body.

"Fuck!’ I sighed, feeling a mix of anger and disgust at the blood on my fucking body.

Damon turned to me, laughing cruelly. "What are you going to do? You’re outnumbered," he taunted.

I raised my brow at him, a cocky look in my eyes. "You really think I’ll come alone?" I said, before taking out a blade from my pocket and swinging it into one of his men’s head, taking him down instantly.

I raised my hand and pressed the button on my watch. It was an alarm, notifying my pack to come inside the club. "I just alerted my men. They’re coming in."

Damon’s face turned pale as he realized he had underestimated me. His men looked around nervously, realizing they were now the ones outnumbered.

"What are you doing?" Damon shouted in panic. "Get him!"

His men began to attack, but I easily dispatched them, my blade cutting through their weak human bodies swiftly. They were no match for a fucking werewolf like me.

Rey, the one with the sword, came at me next. I twisted his arm, disarming him, and then swiftly chopped off his head with his own sword. The room was now filled with the sound of battle, as my men fought Damon’s outside.

I fought my way almost effortlessly through Damon’s minions, each one falling before my blade. As I approached Damon, who was surrounded by over ten of those creatures, he taunted me.

"You can’t kill me, Razor. They’re stronger than you," he sneered, a cruel smile on his face.

"You must be a fucking fool to think these creatures are any match for me," I replied confidently, readying myself for the battle ahead.

"I’m still in the process of perfecting them. You have no idea what they’re capable of, you bastard!" Damon shouted, trying to instill fear in me.

"Is that so?" I grinned, unfazed by his threats. "Let’s find out then."