Alpha Razor King-Chapter 33: Tara’s Punishment.

**Razor** 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

After my bath, I changed into a more comfortable outfit and after checking the time on the wall clock, which indicated it was nearly midnight, I decided it was time to check up on Cross. With measured steps, I made my way to his room and entered without hesitation.

Cross was still in the same position as I left him, clearly exhausted and in pain. His trembling legs betrayed his struggle, and his sobs intensified on noticing my presence.

"Brother, please...have mercy." his voice trembled as he pleaded, trying to maintain composure.

It’s been hours, I could see he had reached his fucking limit. With a heavy sigh, I picked up the horse whip from the floor and tossed it onto the bed. "You can stand up and turn around, Cross."

He let out a shaky breath and slowly rose to his feet, but he didn’t dare meet my gaze as he turned around.

"Come here," I beckoned, and he obediently approached, standing before me. Without hesitation, I pulled him into a tight embrace, allowing him to release his pent-up emotions against my chest.

"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry" his repeated apology was muffled by tears, but it was a familiar refrain. Cross always struggled with guilt and sought reassurance after a punishment. And right now, he needed it.

"It’s okay now," I murmured, gently rubbing circles on his back in an effort to soothe him. "I forgive you."

Breaking the embrace, I fixed him with a firm look. "Have you learned your lesson, little boy?"

"Yes, sir," he whispered, his gaze falling to the floor.

"Good," I affirmed sternly. "Because if you disobey me again, today’s lesson will seem like child’s play. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," he replied meekly.

Taking his arm, I guided him towards the bathroom. "You can go freshen up now. I’ll instruct Felicia to bring your food to your room."

Leaving him to tend to himself, I made my way to the living room, where I promptly instructed Felicia to deliver Cross’s meal to his room.

I sat on the couch and brought out my phone to call my little wife, but I decided against it. It was already late, and Chris had already checked on her as per my orders. I’ll just wait until tomorrow.

But damn, I miss her. I truly wish she was here so we could finish what we started earlier today. The thought of her naked on the bed beneath me made my dick harden. I could use a good fuck right now.

I sighed, rising to my feet and making my way to my room. As soon as I opened the door, my eyes hardened at the sight before me. Tara was on my bed, naked.

"What the hell are you doing here, Tara? And how the hell did you get in here?"

She brought her fingers to her crotch, caressing herself seductively. "Come on, Razor, I know you want me."

I scoffed, letting out a low chuckle before walking slowly towards the bed as I spoke. "Seems like you need a sound reminder of who the fuck you’re messing with."

She trembled under my gaze, attempting to placate me with submissive words. "Raz... I mean, boss..."

"Shut up," I snapped, seizing her roughly and dragging her from the bed. "Come with me."

"My clothes, Razor," she pointed to the couch. "I can’t go out without them."

"You should have thought about that before messing with me." Her pleas for her clothes fell on deaf ears as I led her to the living room. The nerve of her to think I’d be moved by her being fucking naked on my bed.

"Felicia," I growled, my anger boiling over. She rushed over and knelt before me. "How did she get in here?

Her eyes widened as they took in Tara’s nakedness. "I... she said you asked her to come over."

"And you didn’t bother to confirm with me?"

"Sorry, sir."

I eyed her dangerously, dragging the bitch out of the penthouse all the way to the dungeon. My men’s eyes widened in surprise as they saw me and Tara, confusion etched on their faces as to why she was there. Tara’s cheeks burned in shame as she averted her gaze, using her left arm to cover her boobs. They bowed in greetings before I ordered them to wait outside, pushing Tara to the floor.

Taking out a chair, I sat in front of her then dipped my hand into my pocket and took out a cigarette, lighting it before focusing on her. "So, where was I?"

"Please, Razor," she fell to her knees. "Forgive me, I shouldn’t have done that."

"You think so?" I crooked a finger at her, cigarette dangling from my lips, and relishing in her fear.. "Have you forgotten what happens when you misbehave in front of me? And didn’t I tell you not to call me Razor?"

"I’m so sorry."

"Too late. Time for your punishment."

Her eyes widened in fear. "I’m sorry, please don’t... don’t spank me."

"Spank you," I scoffed, taking a puff from my cigarette. "Why would I do that? There are so many other ways I could deal with you."

"No, no," she shook her head, tears falling fast. "Have mercy. Please, don’t torture me.. I’d rather you spank me."

This bitch really thought I’d spank her. I only reserve that for people I truly care about. She probably thought I’d still be bound to her because of that stupid mate bond. Well, she’s in for a rude awakening.

"Beg me for mercy," I smiled sadistically, watching as she pleaded and cried for a few minutes before it got boring.

I threw the cigarette on the floor and ordered one of my men to open the steel cage. Tara’s tears intensified as I grabbed her and pulled her towards it, ordering him to chain her inside.

He wasted no time, chaining her in an X position on the floor with silver chains burning at her hands and feet. She wouldn’t be able to break free or shift into her wolf because of the silver.

"Release the rats," I ordered my man, who quickly brought the creatures and released them inside the cage to Tara’s dismay.

"No, please, boss, I’m sorry," she was in tears, trying to avoid the hungry rats as they attacked her naked form. "Have mercy, please."

"I warned you, Tara, but you didn’t listen. You fucking tried it. Now, enjoy. And try to stay awake, you don’t want the rats to eat you now, do you?" I turned to leave, facing my man. "Lock the cage and don’t release her until 8 the next morning. Make sure the rats feast on her skin, but not enough to kill her.""

"Yes, sir," he bowed.

Tara’s screams filled the air as I exited the dungeon, basking in euphoria. She had it fucking coming.

**The Next Day

"What’s the update?" My eyes remained fixed on my phone as I questioned Dean, who stood across from me.

"Damon’s men have come to check on their hideout, sir. They’re aware that we invaded and killed those men," Dean reported.

"Good," I nodded, deep in thought. "But I know he won’t sit back and watch. The bastard will try to fight back."

"What do we do, boss?"

I sank back into my chair, rotating it slowly. "Tighten security around our territory and watch out for every movement."

"Yes, sir."

"Go release Tara."

Dean’s brow furrowed in confusion. He knew I had instructed that she be released by 8 am, and it wasn’t time yet. Despite his uncertainty, he didn’t dare question me.

My eyes narrowed slightly when he didn’t reply. Dean visibly shuddered, lowering his gaze. "Yes, sir," he muttered, hastily leaving the office before my temper flared.

I was aware that Dean despised Tara, as he should. After all, she betrayed us. But I didn’t appreciate being questioned. I had decided to let her off the hook early because I wanted her alive without any complications.

Bringing my phone up again, I dialed Isabella’s number for the hundredth time. Why was the call not going fucking through? Did she switch off her phone?

Annoyed, I dialed Chris’s number, and when he picked up, I spoke before he could even greet me. "Go find out immediately why my wife’s line is not going through," I ordered through gritted teeth, ending the call.

Her excuse better be worth it, or I’m going to be beyond pissed.

A few minutes later, Chris called, and I picked up the phone. "Yes?"

"Good morning, boss."

"Get to the point."

"Yes, sir. Luna mistakenly broke her phone last night."

"Did anything happen last night?"

’’Pardon sir..."

I steadied my breath, attempting to control the anger building within me. I didn’t have time for freaking bullshit this morning. "I won’t repeat myself."

"Sorry, sir. Nothing happened that I know of."

"Get my wife and get your asses back in an hour. Anything more than that..." I left the threat hanging, ending the call abruptly.

I relaxed back into my chair, my gaze drifting to the ceiling. Something felt off, and I couldn’t shake the feeling. I couldn’t wait for my wife to return, to hear everything that happened from her.

"Why does it feel like we’re becoming a sucker for her?" my wolf, Black, muttered, stirring something within me.

"You’re right, Black. I’m beginning to grow obsessed with her. I’ll never let her go, I swear."

She was all I thought about all day. Even when I was so fucking horny the thought of fucking another woman that wasn’t her disgusted me. My little pup is all I want.