Ghost From The Past.

Warning: This chapter contains violence and torture.

**Razor**

I arrived at one of Damon's hideouts, where my men found out they were hiding after they had attacked my wife. I knew Damon was fucked up, but how dare he attack my wife? I was determined to teach them a lesson they wouldn't forget.

Chris walked out from the club, surveying the area. "They're in there, boss."

I nodded slowly, glancing at my paws. "How many?"

Chris' lips twisted in a cruel smile. "Fifty-five of them."

I made a signal, and my men and I burst into the club ready. The loud bass of music reverberated through the air as we entered. The thick scent of cocaine assaulted my nostrils as my eyes scanned the room. The bastards were huddled in a corner, indulging in alcohol and getting stoned.

As I stepped further into the club, their eyes locked onto us. They suddenly hushed as they paused their activities, collectively sizing us up. A tense silence enveloped us as their gazes lingered, curious to know who we were.

One of them, a bulky bastard with a scar across his cheek, demanded, "Who the fuck are y'all?"

I met his gaze with a cold intensity, my voice low. "The one who's here to make you fucking pay for attacking my wife."

They seemed to catch on, their expressions shifting from confusion to fear as they should.

"Alpha Razor King?" one of them mumbled in horror. A collective gasp swept through the men, fear etched across their faces as they recognized the name.

Truly my name carried authority and struck fear into the hearts of everyone, especially bastards who dared to cross my path.

Without warning, they reached for their concealed weapons, but we had anticipated that as we moved swiftly and attacked them with werewolf speed. I grabbed one of them, plunging my paws straight into his chest, and ripped his heart out. I cast the thrash to the floor before turning my eyes to the rest. They flinched in fear, and I could tell that my eyes had turned pure red in rage. Chaos erupted as Damon's men scrambled for cover, but there was nowhere to hide.

"Finish them, all of them!" I ordered my men, and they got into action disposing of the bastards, their gruesome screams muffled by the loud echo of the music.

After some minutes, they were all dead except for one, the bastard with a scar. "Search the area for anything," I commanded my men. I took slow strides and stood in front of the bastard now. "Where is your boss?"

"I don't know," the fool gritted his teeth, his eyes glaring at me.

Here we go again, another wannabe brave fool.

My lips slanted in a cruel smile as I seized him up. "Lower your eyes," I warned but he furrowed his brows; he was challenging me. "Lower.... your fucking eyes," I repeated slowly as if speaking to a child, but of course, he was stupid enough to ignore my warning.

I dipped my hand into my pocket and took out a small knife, never taking my eyes off him. I could smell his fear underneath his brave front, poor bastard.

"Take off his pants," I snapped at my men, and they obeyed instantly. The fool struggled fruitlessly, cursing out loud as he tried to break free from their holds.

His sockets nearly bulged out of his eyes as he watched me approach him with the knife in my hand.

"Alpha Razor, please wait, I can-"

"Shhhh," I placed a finger on my lips, shutting him up before stretching my hands out to Chris. He hurriedly wore two gloves on them. And now my attention was solely on my next victim.

I motioned for my men to hold his legs apart. As if realizing what I was about to do, he started fucking struggling, flaring his legs, but of course, he could never break free. We were werewolves and stronger than him.

I bent down and held his balls in my hand, running the knife gently and slowly on them to tease him. I chuckled darkly at the squeaky sound he was making.

"Please, Alpha Razor, I swear I'll talk. Please don't do it," he cried.

He was shaking all over, fuck. I decided to give him a small break.

"Talk, I'm listening."

"Damon was in New York today, but I heard he left," he mumbled desperately, imploring me with his damn eyes to show mercy.

"To where?"

"I... don't know... I swear I don't know, he didn't say."

"And what about the device he's creating?"

"I don't know much about it except that he uses it to extract wolf blood or something. It's only his inner circle that knows."

I nodded my head slowly. "So you don't fucking know anything? Tsk, how pathetic. You fucking bastards shouldn't have dared come near my wife."

Without warning, I grabbed his dick and sliced his scrotum slowly, his fucking screams overshadowed by the loud music playing in the hall. I was finally done; I threw the garbage away, and stood up, smiling down at the screaming bastard who was writhing on the floor.

The sight was gruesome, but it was a necessary reminder to anyone who dared cross me or my fucking pack.

I turned to my men, my eyes gleaming with pride at my handwork. "Leave him there to bleed dry," I declared, a hint of a smirk on my lips. "This is just the tip of the iceberg for any motherfucker that dares mess with me or betrays me."

They all knew that I was more than just their alpha, boss-I was a force to be reckoned with. I was the devil, and anyone who dared fuck with me would suffer the same fate as this bastard.

"Boss, boss," one of my men shouted.

"What the fuck is it?"

"It's something you need to see, boss," he replied urgently, drawing my attention.

I turned around and saw one of my men dragging a disheveled woman towards me. Her eyes widened with terror, and she stumbled forward.

My gaze met hers, and recognition flashed through her eyes. In an instant, I moved with super speed, seized the woman, and slammed her against the cold wall.

The woman's shrieks echoed through the hall as my grip on her tightened, silencing her feeble attempts at explanation. "Razor, I... Can..." she stammered, fear etched on her face.

My fingers tightened around her fucking neck, and I glared at her with my eyes red.

"Please,.... please..." Her desperate pleas echoed through the room, but I remained unmoved.

"You fucking bitch!" I growled menacingly. "You betrayed us, Tara. You betrayed me."

Tara, my fucking ex-mate, struggled to speak, the pressure on her neck making it difficult to form coherent words.

I leaned in closer, my face inches from hers. "You think you can just waltz back in here and explain yourself?" I sneered. "After what you did?"

Tara's eyes were pleading for mercy, her breaths shallow and labored. My wolf, Black, struggled to come out, wanting to rip her apart, but I pushed him back, regaining control. I wanted to hear her stupid excuse.

"Razor, please," she gasped for breath, tears streaking down her face. "I had no choice. They threatened-"

My grip loosened slightly, allowing her to breathe, but my eyes remained filled with contempt. "Threatened? You think that excuses everything?"

"Boss," Chris, standing nearby, shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to intervene. He didn't dare try to remove my hands.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't fucking end you right now," I rasped, feeling my blood boil. "Why shouldn't I tear you apart?"

Tara's tears fell like a waterfall. "Please, I did it for us, Razor. To protect you."

A bitter laugh escaped my lips at her silly excuses. "Protect me? By betraying everything we stood for? The mate bond?"

"Please, believe me, Razor..."

"Shut the fuck up," I pushed her hard against the wall again. "I don't want to hear it. I'll finally do what I've been waiting for all these years."

She shook her head vigorously. "I can tell you information about Damon. He's the one who had been keeping me hostage since. I know some of his secrets."

"Fucking Liar!"

"I know about the device."

She finally got my attention, but I won't be fucking fooled. Tara was a liar. "I know about it."

"You already know that he's using the device to make his men enhanced wolves?"

My lips gasped open. "What?"

"I'll tell you everything if you spare my life, please Razor."

I exhaled sharply, glancing at the floor before bringing my eyes to meet her brown eyes. "It's boss to you," I sneered before releasing my grip on her. "You're coming with me."