Cruel Repercussion.

**Isabella**

Dean and I walked nervously into the pack house, and it felt like I had swallowed a heavy burden. We had disobeyed Razor's orders and now had to face the consequences. I could feel Dean shaking beside me. He was terrified of Razor's reaction, and honestly, so was I; Razor's wrath was legendary, and disobedience was not taken lightly.

We finally reached Razor's office, well-lit with large windows letting in natural light. The walls, tiles, and shelves were painted white, and filled with files. A glass table with a sleek computer and a black leather chair sat beside it.

Moving towards the center, there was a wooden table and chairs, probably for meetings. I breathed in the clean air, smelling Razor's distinct scent. I still couldn't determine what made it so unique.

Glancing at Dean, his face pale, mirroring my apprehension, we anxiously waited for Razor's return.

Minutes crawled by, each one filled with mounting anxiety as I paced about nervously. Every creak in the floorboards or distant sound made my heart race, anticipating Razor's arrival. What do I tell him, what excuse? Leaning against the wall, memories of last night flooded in. My eyes stung with unshed tears as the dull ache in my rear end reminded me of the consequences of disobeying Razor's orders. Gosh, I'm in big trouble.



Just as my nervousness reached its peak, the door swung open, and Razor walked in, his long legs taking long strides, with Chris by his side. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of his intimidating presence, his green eyes smoldering with fury. The air felt suffocating, as though the oxygen had been cut off suddenly.

Dean immediately dropped to his knees and bowed his head in greeting. I hesitated, unsure of what to do. But as soon as Razor's stern eyes fell on me, I dropped to my knees and bowed too, my body shaking with fear and regret.

He stood beside the wooden table, his red lips tightened in a dark frown. "Both of you, get the hell up!" He roared, sharp and pointed. "QUICKLY."

Fear flooded through me as I slowly stood up, my eyes cast down, avoiding Razor's piercing gaze. Gosh, he was furious, and I knew I was in deep trouble.

"What in the world were you fucking thinking?" I could sense his anger simmering just below the surface as he addressed Dean. My heart sank for Dean, who was terrified of his Alpha's wrath.

"You disobeyed me?" Razor's tone was incredulous as he raked a hand over his black hair, his broad chest heaving in controlled anger. I could tell even from his fitted suit. "Have you gone crazy!"

I swallowed hard, my palms getting sweaty, and he hadn't even started with me yet. This was my fucking fault, and now Dean was in big trouble.

Dean's gaze remained on the floor, unable to face Razor. "I'm sorry, boss," his voice quivered. "I shouldn't have left her side."

Razor took a deep breath before stretching his hand out. Chris hurriedly brought a syringe to him, and Dean's eyes grew wide like saucers. Okay, what is that syringe for, and why's Dean so terrified of it?

"Boss, please, no please," he stuttered as his legs moved backward on their own. "Alpha, please, I'm sorry."

Chris shook his head slowly, his hazel eyes filled with a mixture of pity and worry as he watched Dean's distress.

Dean's pleas fell on deaf ears as Razor ignored him, flicking the syringe to remove air bubbles before turning a hard stare at Dean. "Come here." His voice was firm and demanded instant obedience.

Dean swallowed hard before slowly moving to stand in front of Razor. He got down on his knees and slowly brought his shaking hand up to Razor, who took it.

Razor dropped the syringe on the table before pulling out a small knife. "What were my orders this morning before you left," his tone was nonchalant but still stern. "Tell me, Dean."

"Don't leave her side," Dean looked dejected, and my heart broke as I watched. It was my fault, and I was too scared to say anything.

"You're not deaf, I see," he placed Dean's hand on the table and plunged the knife into the back of his palm, trapping the hand there. "You're going to be here until tomorrow morning."

My hand flew to my mouth as Dean gritted his teeth in pain. But it wasn't over. Razor reached for the syringe on the table, his face expressionless. Dean watched in horror as Razor's hand closed around the syringe, and his face now filled with rage. Without a word, he turned to Dean's outstretched hand on the table, his lips set sternly.

"Alpha, please, it was a mistake I SWEAR!" Dean's eyes gleamed with horror as he trembled visibly.

It was as though he knew what was about to happen, but he was powerless to stop it. All he could do was brace himself for the pain to come.

With a swift movement, Razor plunged the needle into Dean's hand, and the liquid rushed into his veins. Dean screamed in agony as the burning pain spread through his body. Tears trickled down his face as his body twisted with agony.

"Please, have mercy, please, alpha," he pleaded through the painful screams. The liquid boiled like oil on his hand, and it looked like his hand was about to burst into flames. He tried to pull away, but Razor held him tightly.

"Don't even think about it, and if you beg for mercy again, you'll be here for two days."

Dean's fear intensified at the thought of Razor's threat and managed a crooked, "Yes, sir."

My heart ached for Dean.

This was all my fault. I can't bear to stand here and listen to Dean's painful cries; I have to do something. I moved forward cautiously, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Razor, please forgive him; it's all my fault."

"Shut the fuck up," his angry voice echoed in the room. "Get upstairs; I'm coming to deal with you in a moment." His stern gaze shook me to my core, showing me that indeed I was in trouble.

"Take her upstairs," he ordered Chris.

He turned his attention back to Dean and watched in silence as he suffered. His eyes were void of emotion, no pity at all. How could he be so cruel?

"Razor, please," I pleaded desperately as I felt Chris's arm guiding me out of the office.