You're In Trouble.

**Razor**

"Boss?" Chris's eyes almost bulged out from their sockets as he instantly dropped to his knees, appearing utterly surprised to see me, much like Tara.

"I asked a question, didn't I?" My brow raised suspiciously as I took slow strides, now standing in front of them. "Repeat what you said, Chris."

"Boss, I... I..."

"Shut the hell up and spill it, or do you want me to read your mind? What the hell did both of you do?"

He visibly shuddered, heightening my suspicions even more.

"It was my fault, Razor," Tara cut in, taking a step backwards.

"Your fault?" I raised an eyebrow, studying Tara's expression for any signs of deception because she was a known fucking liar. "Explain."

Tara shifted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact. "I... I disrespected your wife."

My eyes narrowed slightly. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"You see, um... I got into a fight with her."

My eyes moved from her to Chris, trying to assess the situation, and it seemed she was dead serious. Without a second thought, Black took over. I lunged at her, grabbing her neck in a vice grip.

"What did you do to Isabella, you bitch!" I growled fiercely, trying hard to suppress Black's anger. He wanted to let loose.

"It wasn't deliberate, I swear," she choked out, gasping for air. After a few seconds, I sighed before loosening my grip. I nodded for her to continue her explanation.

She breathed slowly before speaking. "I was at the training ground to meet Cain, who was with a lady, and when I went there, she mistakenly hit me while training. I was angry and lunged at her, but she slapped me. I swear I wasn't aware she was your wife."

I let her words hang in the air for a moment, not fully buying it. "And what about you, Chris? What were you trying to fucking hide?"

Chris stuttered, struggling to meet my gaze. "N-no, Boss. I was only…"

"Telling me to go apologize to your wife," Tara interrupted again, trying to save Chris's ass, I guess. "Chris was afraid he was with me when everything happened, and he couldn't stop me from overreacting."

I narrowed my eyes, searching for any hint of dishonesty. "You expect me to believe that everything said was nothing but the truth?"

Tara shook her head frantically. "I swear, Razor. That's all."

"Come with me, Tara," I beckoned and then looked at Chris. "Go check up on Dean and take care of him," I ordered before walking out of the room.

I settled into my chair, feeling the familiar comfort of my office as Tara made her way to the chair opposite mine.

My brow rose."Who said you could fucking sit down," I stated bluntly, my gaze fixed on her.

Tara paused, her eyes darting around nervously. "What?"

"Keep standing," I commanded, dismissing her stupid confused gaze.

She cleared her throat awkwardly, complying with my order. "Okay, Razor, but is this still because of your wife? I'll apologize..."

"It's boss to you," I interrupted, my tone firm. "And yes, you will apologize to my wife. While you're here, you'll address her as Luna."

Tara lowered her head, a pained expression crossing her face. "Yes, sir." she sighed in defeat.

I rested my arms on the table, eyes fixed on her. "So why don't you tell me everything from the beginning to the end. Why did you betray me?"

Tara stood before me, her eyes avoiding mine, her hands fidgeting nervously. I could tell she wasn't prepared for that question.

"And nothing but the truth," I added, glaring at her.

I didn't have time for any fucking bullshit. I wanted answers, and I'll get them today.

She raked a hand through her black hair before steadying her breath. "I didn't betray you, I swear. I had no choice."

"Why, Tara?" I demanded, feeling anger rise within me. "Why didn't you tell me about your father's involvement with the Mafia?"

Tara's gaze finally met mine, and there was pain etched in her eyes. "I had no choice," she whispered, tears streaking down her cheeks. "I couldn't betray my family."

"But you betrayed me!" I exclaimed, feeling the sting of her words like a gunshot to my heart. "You betrayed your mate!"

She took a step closer, almost reaching for my hands on the table, but she held back because of the hard glare I was sending her. "I did it because I love you," her voice broke as she confessed. "That's why I lured you away from the pack five years ago."

"What a joke."

Did she expect me to believe this crap?

Five years ago, I wasn't the alpha of the Bloody Skull pack yet; my father was still in charge. I had just met my mate, Tara, and was basking in the moment of love, although my parents were skeptical because she was from a rival pack. After much convincing, my parents had agreed to accept her and invited her father, who was the alpha of his pack, to ours. Little did I know, I was bringing in trouble.

"Your father was the reason my parents died, you bitch!"

"I'm so sorry, I swear I…"

"I don't want to hear it. I went to your pack in search of you and your father, but you already ran off."

Tara took another deep breath, flaring both hands in the air. "Damon betrayed our pack," she revealed, wrapping her arms around her midriff. "And I've been on the run ever since. I couldn't come to you because I was afraid you would kill me."

"Where the fuck is your father?" I asked, banging my fist on the table, causing Tara to jump. "Where?"

"He's… he's dead!"

I chuckled darkly, shaking my head. "Another one of your damn lies."

"I swear it's the truth," she cried desperately, "Damon's father killed him."

My eyes shut for some seconds as I tried to calm myself down. I was almost losing it. All this while, I wanted nothing more than to kill that bastard myself, and now he was dead. Both of them. I just have to find Damon and make him pay instead of his father.

"I've never stopped loving you, I swear," her voice brought me out of my thoughts. "I still do.. I still feel the mate bond.."

"Shut the fuck up," I rubbed my hands under my chin, trying to keep calm. "There's nothing like the mate bond anymore. My wolf would like nothing more than to rip you apart, you lying bitch."

"Razor, I didn't lie, I swear," she cried, crocodile tears streaming down her cheeks, making me all the more mad.

I stood up from my seat and approached her slowly, stopping in front of her. "So tell me, Tara, how did you escape from my dungeon years ago?"

"Nobody, the door was open," her head shook as she averted her gaze. I could tell she was fucking hiding something.

I placed my hand on her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Is that so?"

"I…. swear… I thought you wanted to know about that device."

My hand dropped to my side, and I took a step back, resting my body on the desk. "Tell me."

She drew a deep breath and began. "It's a device called the wolf extractor. It has some sort of syringes that delivers a precise dosage of wolf's bane into the wolf's bloodstream while simultaneously extracting their unique wolf genes, enabling the infusion of these genes into humans, hence granting them the abilities of a werewolf."

"What?" My brow arched a bit, trying to process this. This couldn't be real. "How's that possible?"

"I don't know, but I heard it works. These enhanced wolves, as Damon calls them, have all our advantages except shifting, but wolfsbane and silver are not harmful to them."

I stood from the desk and paced about the office. "How am I supposed to know you aren't lying?"

"I swear, boss, I'm not," she desperately defended.

This was crazy! I have to stop that bastard before he creates an army of these freaks.

I turned towards Tara, crooking a finger at her. "I'll look into it. As for you, you're not leaving this place until I get to the bottom of everything. Understood?"

She nodded. "Yes, sir."

I dismissed her, and after she left, I relaxed back on my desk, deliberating everything before deciding to go get my little wife. I haven't forgotten about her little escapade yesterday.

I strode onto the training ground, the crisp air tingling against my skin as I scanned the area, not prepared for what I saw.

What the fuck!

Immediately, my gaze locked onto Cain, his hands wrapped around Isabella's waist, his face close to hers. Without a second thought, my instincts kicked in, and I charged forward, pulling the bastard away from her and throwing him to the ground with force.

"Razor, please no!" Isabella's voice rose in protest, her hands reaching out, but I silenced her with a stern look.

"Stay out of this, Isabella," I commanded, my attention solely focused on Cain now.

Cain scrambled to his knees, fear and confusion written across his face. "Boss, please, it's not what you think," he begged, clasping his hands together. "I was just teaching her a new technique, that's all."

My anger flared at his words. "Teaching her?" I asked in a low tone. "Do you take me for a fucking fool, Cain?"

"No….no sir," he stuttered, shaking all over like a scared pup.

"You know better..No one lays a hand on my mate without consequences."

"Boss..I" Cain's protests faltered as I cut him off.

"Shut it," my voice was cold and unforgiving. "Stretch out your hand."

His eyes widened in fear, but he didn't dare disobey, and as his hand came within reach, I seized it. With a swift, brutal motion, I tore two of his fingers from his hand, eliciting a scream of agony from him as he collapsed to the ground, clutching his mutilated hand.

I threw the trash on the ground, crushing it with my shoe. Isabella gasped in horror, using her hand to close her mouth.

"Thank you," the bastard gasped through clenched teeth, tears streaming down his face. "Thank you for showing mercy."

If I had reminded him to thank me, I would have torn out the whole of his left arm.

My gaze remained steely as I turned to my little wife. "Come here." I pointed in front of me.

Isabella hesitated, her eyes flickering between me and Cain, who was writhing on the ground, before walking slowly to where I pointed. I stretched out my hand, and she took it with a shaky hand.

"You're in so much trouble, little one."