Damon.

**Damon**

I took the glass of champagne from the table and flung it against the wall, my nostrils flaring in anger. How dare that bastard blast my club? How dare he?

"Did you catch any of those bastards?" I snarled at Ray, my right-hand man. "Tell me you got one of them at least."

Ray cleared his throat, his eyes narrowing. "I'm so sorry, boss, but they were gone when we got to the scene. And no survivors, none at all?"

"None," Ray grunted, gritting his teeth angrily. "I swear I'll not rest until I get one of his boys."

"Shut the fuck up. I don't need your sweet words; I need your actions. Get me one of those bastards."

I pulled my chair and sat down, using my hands to loosen my tie a little. A knock sounded on the door, and Ray met my gaze to ask for permission to invite the person in. I nodded, and he opened the door.

It was one of my boys, and from the contorted look on his face, it seemed as though he wasn't bringing favorable news. My eyes instinctively fell on his hands, where he was holding a medium-sized black box.

"What the hell are you holding?" I arched a brow at him.

"You're not going to like this, boss. It's a message from Alpha Razor King," he said nervously, obviously anticipating my anger.

"And what is it? Open it."

"I don't think you'll like this, boss," Ray interjected, adjusting his earpiece, before hurrying to stand in front of me. "I just got information that it's the remains of Ted. It may seem as though he was captured and then tortured."

I dragged my hand over my sandy hair, frustration and anger building within me.

"Open it," I barked at Ray. "Fucking open it. I want to see it."

Ray took the box from the other guy, swiftly opening it. The putrid smell from it assaulted my nose as my hand flew to cover the smell.

"What is that?" I stretched my neck a bit, my eyes hardening as I saw the charred remains of Ted, one of my most trusted men.

"He was roasted alive and his remains cut to pieces," Ray announced, anger palpable in his eyes as he looked down at the box on the table. "We also received the remains of one of our young kids who was also captured. Fortunately for the kid, he was given a merciful death."

"I don't fucking care if he gave the kid a merciful death. I'll make Razor King pay for destroying my club and killing my men," I roared, standing from the chair and grabbing my jacket from the table. "And how many of our guys did we lose in that club?

Ray took a deep breath before answering, "Fifty-six of our men."

"Exactly, and I won't rest until I see countless scores of those fools from that stupid pack dead. Razor will pay with his life."

"Yes, boss," Ray nodded in agreement.

I led the way as we made our way towards our lab where most of our experiments were being carried out.

Ray pushed open the heavy glass door, I followed closely, a wave of excitement washing over me. The lab was a spacious, well-lit room with white-tiled walls and a row of long lab benches, each neatly arranged with various instruments and glassware.

In one corner, a chemical hood stood ready for use, while computer workstations lined another section of the room. Safety equipment like fire extinguishers and an emergency eyewash station were also prominently placed.

"So, how's it going?" I asked my head scientist, Jason, glancing at the werewolf on the bed, whose body was connected to a groundbreaking piece of device known as the Wolf Extractor.

A dual-action syringe equipped with specialized nanobots was connected to his brain from his head.These nanobots serve a dual purpose: they deliver the precise dosage of wolf's bane into the wolf's bloodstream and simultaneously extracting their unique wolf genes, enabling the infusion of these genes into humans, hence granting them the incredible abilities of a werewolf..

Having the wolf' gene meant we had their strength, agility, and sharpness except for actually shifting into wolves. That was beyond our damn power and this device. On the bright side, silver and wolf's bane weren't harmful to the enhanced werewolves, as I liked to call them.

Fucking fascinating, isn't it?

Jason, a lanky man in his fifties, introduced this idea to my father, and together they started its creation.

"It's going great, boss," Jason nodded, his brown eyes fixed on the monitor beside the bedside. "The extractor is doing its work, but it's taking time because this one is a beta wolf. They're usually strong but not up to the level of an alpha."

"Great, great," I beamed, clasping my hands together in satisfaction. "You're doing a great job, Jason my man. I'll leave you to it."

I walked out of the lab with Ray following closely behind me. We were heading to one of our underground clubs for business.

Ray opened the car door, and I got in, relaxing in the back seat, taking out my phone from my pocket.

"Boss," Ray called from the steering wheel, "why haven't you undergone the procedure yet?"

I chuckled aloud, amused at how fucking naive Ray could be at times.

"Don't you get it?" I scoffed. "What if something goes wrong, and the enhanced wolf dies? We don't rush these things, Ray boy. Besides, if I ever want to undergo the procedure, I know whose wolf I want: Razor King's."

That's right, if I could subdue Razor, take his power, and take over his pack, I could become the most powerful person in Upper Ville. Imagine getting my hands on the weapon business, the clubs, the drugs. No other city does it like Upper Ville. Being the strongest in Upper Ville means ruling the underground world, both humans and fucking werewolves in the USA.

"So this is Razor's new wife, Isabella Ferris," my lips curved in a twisted smile as I stared at the picture on my phone. "She is stunning. I can imagine her succulent lips wrapped around my dick."

Ray erupted in a loud chuckle, nodding his bald head. "The boys did say she was fuckable."

"Yes, she is," my eyes gleamed with desire as I observed her blonde locks, those pink kissable lips, and her beautiful face. Gosh, I loved her doe-like blue orbs. "Are they still keeping an eye on her?"

"Yes, boss. Currently, she's at the Diamond restaurant. Should we strike?"

"Are you fucking insane?" I flipped my phone on the chair beside me. "That's Razor's domain. We can't just attack his wife. We need to plan accordingly, and at the right time, we could use her against him."

"Ooohhh," Ray nodded, his head bobbing up and down. "I also heard he is totally smitten by her."

"Hmm, is that so," I relaxed my back against the car seat, closing my eyes. "I thought you said she was wolfless from that cursed pack."

"Yes," said Ray, "the Red-water pack. Her father is one of the richest omegas there. I heard the marriage was a business partnership between Alpha Razor and him."

"Even after he purchased her like a fucking piece of furniture at the club," I threw my head back with a chuckle. "Nathan must be so ambitious, and Razor... So Razor wants the Red-water pack, how typical."

"But still, Isabella Ferris, you must be something to get Razor King to believe in love again," I whispered to myself.

Finally, a weakness for you, Razor King. Let the game begin.

"Change of plan," I announced to Ray, a broad grin dancing on my face, "why don't we welcome Isabella ....the mafia way."