Alpha Razor King-Chapter 145: The End -PT2.

**Isabella**

When we entered, we found Anna standing there, her eyes locked on Tom, who was writhing in agony as Chris and another man worked on flaying his leg. His flesh was raw and bloody, his cries of pain almost unbearable.

"Anna, are you alright?" I asked cautiously, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She nodded, but her gaze never wavered from Tom. "I just wanted to give this bastard a piece of my mind after everything he did to me," she seethed.

Tom’s pitiful cries filled the room. "Please... please... I’m begging, kill me," he whimpered.

"Shut the fuck up!" Anna screamed. "You deserve to suffer!"

"Anna, please... I’m sorry... Anna..." Tom’s voice cracked with desperation.

"Shut the fuck up!" she repeated, more loudly.

Tom’s gaze darted to Cross, desperation in his eyes. "Cross... please, remember I’m your uncle..."

"Fuck you," Cross spat out.

Tom’s eyes then landed on me, filled with a desperate hope. "Isabella... please... you’re the only one who can beg Alpha Razor... please..."

I laughed darkly, shaking my head. "You killed my parents, remember, you bastard? Even if Razor were to spare you... I never would. I want you to suffer until the end," I spat. And I meant every word.

We watched in silence for a while longer before I gently pulled Anna out of the dungeon and hugged her closely. "Are you alright?" I sighed.

She nodded, wiping her tears. "Yes... I’m at peace, finally, now that Tom is paying for every pain he inflicted on me."

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Several hours later, a meeting was called outside with every pack member in attendance. Tom was brought out, tied to a stake, his skin flayed from head to toe. He looked like a charred turkey. It was a grotesque sight. His groans and the agony in his eyes were evident as he struggled to remain conscious.

As Razor took center stage, everyone got down on their knees and bowed—everyone except Nathan and me.

Razor stood tall, his presence commanding absolute attention as he surveyed the sea of pack members before him. His sharp gaze softened only when it rested on me and Nathan.

He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling before he finally spoke. "Rise," he ordered. As one, the pack rose to their feet, the silence almost deafening as they waited for their Alpha’s words.

"I’m glad to be back," Razor began calmly. "I’ve been gone for too long, and during that time, the pack faced challenges that tested your loyalty, your strength, and your resolve. Yet, despite the odds, you all held firm."

His eyes found mine, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of us. "Isabella," his voice softened, "you’ve held down this pack in my absence. You’ve protected our son and kept our people strong. For that, I commend you my Luna."

A warm flush spread across my cheeks as his words settled over me, bringing with them a sense of pride and relief.

"But it wasn’t just her," Razor continued, as he turned back to the pack. "Each and every one of you stood by her side. You served, you protected, and for that, I thank you. Our pack remains strong because of your loyalty and your courage."

"Thank you Alpha." The pack murmured in agreement.

"But," Razor’s voice grew colder, "not everyone has shown the same loyalty. There are those among us who have betrayed the very essence of what it means to be part of this pack and Upperville as a whole."

The murmurs ceased as all eyes turned to Razor.

"I promise you this," he growled, "I will fish out the corrupt elders involved in the trafficking of young pups. They will face justice, just as Tom faces it today. There will be no mercy for those who betray their own kind."

Razor turned to Tom, who was bound and broken, his body a gruesome sight of flayed skin and exposed bones. "Betrayal will not be tolerated," Razor declared coldly. "It will be met with consequences like this."

He pointed at Tom, and the sight of the man who once held power now reduced to a quivering, hollow shell, sent a shiver down my spine. The pack watched in silence, their expressions hardening as Razor’s words sank in.

"Dean," Razor commanded harshly, "pluck out his eyes."

Without a moment’s pause, Dean stepped forward, his g movements swiftly. Tom’s scream pierced the air as Dean carried out the order, his cries of agony echoing through the clearing. But Razor was far from done.

"Chris," Razor continued, his eyes never leaving Tom, "pull out his teeth and tongue."

Chris obeyed, his expression grim as he approached Tom, who was now nothing more than a broken, pitiful creature. Tom’s screams filled the air once more, a sound so guttural and filled with pain that it clawed at my insides. I had to look away, the sight of his bones jutting out from his flayed skin making me fucking nauseous.

Finally, when Tom was reduced to a silent, empty shell, Razor moved forward, a torch now in his hand. He lit it with a calm that sent chills down my spine and approached Tom with slow and deliberate steps. Stopping in front of him, Razor leaned in close. "Goodbye, uncle."

With a dubious smile, Razor brought the torch to Tom’s body and set him aflame. The flames roared to life, consuming him as his body twitched in its final moments. The stench of burning flesh filled the air, but it was drowned out by the cheers of the pack as they celebrated the end of the man who had caused so much pain.

The bastard was finally gone.

As the flames danced higher, I found myself looking at Razor, who stood watching the inferno with a satisfied expression.

I glanced down at Nathan standing beside me. His small face was calm, his gaze fixed on the dying embers with an expression that sent a chill down my spine. It was not the innocence of a child, but something much deeper, something darker—satisfaction. It was at that moment I realized just how much he resembled his father. My little Razor King

With Tom finally gone, our lives began to settle into a peaceful routine. Razor, Nathan, and I relished the quiet moments together, enjoying the simple pleasures of being a family again. One morning, as we sat down for breakfast, Chris entered with an air of urgency.

"Alpha, Luna," Dean bowed slightly. "You have a visitor."

Razor and I exchanged puzzled glances before heading out to the living room. To our surprise, the man who once claimed to be Razor’s father stood there, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear.

"Gray, my son!" The man’s voice wavered with emotion as he rushed forward, attempting to embrace Razor. But Razor remained still, his expression hard as stone.

"What do you want?" Razor’s voice was cold.

"I... I want to apologize... Gray—"

"It’s Razor," he corrected sharply.

"Yes, of course, Razor," the man stuttered, his hands trembling. "I’m so sorry for keeping everything from you... I just wanted to keep you to myself."

The truth spilled out like a confession. His real son had died years ago, and in his grief, he had tried to replace him with Razor. It was a twisted, desperate attempt to fill the void in his heart.

"That doesn’t excuse what you did," Razor’s scolding tone caused the man’s face to fall, his once-hopeful expression crumbling into something pitiful.

I nudged Razor gently, sensing the conflict within him. "Take it easy, please. Remember, he saved you... even when he knew what you were."

Razor’s eyes softened, just a fraction, as he glanced at me. "I know... but still..."

"Please, just forgive him," I whispered, placing my hand on his arm.

The old man’s voice cracked with regret. "I’m sorry, Razor... I shouldn’t have done that. It was selfish of me to keep you away from your family. I’m so sorry."

Razor drew in a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "It’s alright... I’m only forgiving you because of my wife."

The man’s face lit up, and he moved forward to hug Razor tightly. "Thank you, son."

"Thank you for saving me," Razor added, more softly now.

The old man—my fake father-in-law—turned to me with genuine remorse in his eyes. He apologized for treating me badly, and we assured him that he was welcome to visit us anytime he wanted. He left our home with a spring in his step, a man who had been given a second chance.

***

Later that evening, as Razor tucked Nathan into bed, our little boy pouted. "But I want to sleep in the same room, Dad."

Razor’s tone was firm but gentle. "Now, Nathan, Mom and I need some alone time. We’ll play with you tomorrow, understand?"

Nathan hesitated, then replied nervously, "Yes, sir."

It hadn’t been long since Razor had started spanking Nathan. It was clear Nathan was learning quickly that Razor didn’t tolerate disrespect at all.

"Good. We love you, son," Razor said warmly.

"I love you both too," Nathan smiled, his earlier defiance melting away as we hugged him. We waited until he was fast asleep before slipping out of his room.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Razor pulled me into the bed, his hands cupping my breasts firmly. "Now, some alone time with my baby," he husked. "I’ve missed you so much."

I chuckled, my arms winding around his neck. "I want you so bad, sir."

Our lips were about to meet in a heated kiss when a knock sounded on the door.

"Fuck!" Razor cursed under his breath "What the fuck now?" he growled.

"It’s Dean, sir... I have a message for you," came the hesitant voice from the other side of the door.

Razor exhaled deeply, his annoyance barely contained. "Come in." He held me close, refusing to let go as Dean entered, looking as awkward as ever.

Dean quickly knelt, his eyes averted from our intimate embrace. "Boss, it’s a letter... from Felicia, addressed to both you and Luna."

The mention of her name made us sit up immediately. "Felicia?" I repeated in surprise. We hadn’t heard from her in years.

Dean handed Razor the letter and then made a hasty exit. Razor tore it open, and we both leaned in to read:

*Hello Alpha Razor and Luna Isabella,*

*It’s been five years since I last spoke to you. I left Upperville shortly after Keeley’s death, and I’ve only just returned to hear about all that transpired in my absence. I’m so sorry that I wasn’t there for you, Luna... I didn’t know. But I’m glad to hear that everything is fine now and that life has returned to some semblance of normalcy.*

*I just wanted to say that I’ve missed you both and that you’ve always been in my thoughts. Luna, I hope you don’t hold what happened to Kelsey against yourself. I understand why you did what you did... I just needed time to heal.*

*I’m writing to let you know that I’m okay now and doing well. I also ran into Alpha John recently—he asked me to send his regards and said he’s forever grateful for the mercy you showed him. Maybe one day, when I’m not so ashamed, I’ll come to visit you both. Until then, my regards to everyone. Please say hi to Cross and Nathan for me.*

*Yours sincerely, Felicia.*

Tears welled up in my eyes as we finished reading. I had always wondered about Felicia, worried about her. But knowing she was okay, that she had found some peace, filled me with relief.

Razor wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. "It’s alright, she’s fine."

We stayed like that for a moment. After a while, I broke the silence. "Razor... you’re not angry that I let John go, are you?"

He shook his head, a soft smile playing on his lips. "No... I’m glad you did. I’m sure Tara is happy wherever she is."

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. "Thank you for coming back."

"Thank you for not giving up on me. And also waiting for me," he whispered, pressing a kiss to my lips, then my forehead, with tender care. "I love you so much, Isabella... You’re my whole life."

"I love you too, Razor," I whispered back as our lips met in a slow, passionate kiss.

Finally, I was at peace... in the arms of the man I love. My Alpha Razor King.