Alpha Razor King-Chapter 42: Alphas Conference.

**Razor**

"The car is ready, boss," Dean bowed slightly, opening the car door.

I turned to my little pup who was beside me and pulled her closer, stroking her soft cheek. "I’ll be gone for three days, and I’ll miss you so much."

She tried to avert her gaze, but I didn’t let her, holding her chin firmly. "Be on your best behavior, do you understand?"

She nodded. "Yes sir.. I’ll behave." I knew she was still sore from the last spanking I gave her, but I wouldn’t put it past her to misbehave again. Isabella was that stubborn.

"Take care of her and my little brother," I instructed Chris, who was behind Isabella, before entering the car.

I’m definitely going to miss my little wife madly.. Who would have thought that I’ll become so obsessed with her? She was all I thought of day and night. Truly, I wanted nothing to spoil her, but I also had to be firm with her. Isabella needed a firm hand.

"Maybe it’s time we seal the marriage," my wolf Black said, and I knew what he meant instantly.

I nodded in agreement. "Maybe you’re right, Black. It’s time we seal our marriage with a baby."

When I return home, I’ll tell my little wife to stop taking the damn pills. We’re going to have a little pup.

As I relaxed on the plush couch of the car, my tablet in hand, I glanced over at Dean, who sat poised beside the driver’s seat.

"What’s the latest?" I inquired, glancing through the tab.

Dean shifted slightly, his gaze meeting mine briefly. "I’ve received word that many alphas from various packs, excluding some, notably alpha Elon, will be attending the Alpha conference this year, boss."

My lips curled into a sneer at the mention of Elon. "And why is that?" I probed, already anticipating the answer.

"Seems alpha Elon has aligned himself with the Dead Man Mafia, sir. As for the others, likely for similar reasons," Dean supplied.

"Not surprising, Elon has always been a fucking coward," I remarked, rolling my eyes as I glanced through the tabloid. The news headlines mostly focused on recent killings around Upper Vile, seemingly attributed to wild bears or something. What a joke; these killings were more likely the work of werewolves.

"There’s a notable omission from the guest list, sir?" I detected a hint of hesitation in Dean’s voice.

"What is it?"

"The Red Water pack wasn’t invited... the problem being, they had no alpha."

I nodded slowly but remained silent. The werewolf community in Upper Vile was elitist, failing to realize that we needed each other more than ever, especially now that Damon had found a way to threaten our kind.

On arriving at the conference center, we promptly made our way inside. It resembled a hotel, but exclusively for werewolves. I headed to the suite assigned to me, relieved to find it to my liking, before proceeding to the conference hall for our first meeting.

The hall buzzed with activity as several alphas, along with their betas and pack members, engaged in conversation. However, as soon as they caught sight of me, silence fell. They knew to respect and fear me; after all, I was the fucking strongest and most powerful alpha in Upper Vile.

They all stood in acknowledgment, clearing the path for me, nodding their heads in greeting as I walked confidently to my seat at the front. Alpha Carl, one of the elders and oldest werewolves in Upper Vile, cleared his throat to address the assembly.

"As you know, there has been an uproar lately, with many deaths in our cities sparking investigations from the police... and the humans," he began solemnly. "If we don’t take action, they’ll discover the existence of our kind. However, these killings weren’t perpetrated by our kind, but rather by that atrocious creation of Damon Rollins of the Dead Man Mafia."

The room buzzed with murmurs and whispers as Alpha Carl’s words sank in. I leaned back in my seat, crossing my arms over my chest, my mind already racing with plans and strategies to counter Damon’s moves. That bastard was getting on my fucking nerves.

"What do you mean, Alpha Carl? What are the Mafia planning?" One alpha inquired.

Carl sighed, tapping his finger on the table. "A device. This may sound absurd, but Damon has created a device that can turn a human into a werewolf."

"Impossible!" Another of the alphas protested in disbelief. "That’s impossible."

"Believe it or not, he’s telling the truth," Alpha Kane replied. "My wolves were victims of a failed attempt at first."

"But how can they shift? Isn’t that a gift that only the Moon goddess can offer?" Another countered.

"I’m not sure about that; we’re still looking into it," Carl responded, raising a hand to stop the murmurings.

I guessed they hadn’t yet discovered that the device doesn’t allow them to actually shift but rather gives them strength and abilities like our kind.

Tired of the grumblings, I needed to speak my mind. I stood up, and immediately the hall went quiet. Adjusting my jacket, I looked directly at Alpha Carl.

"Why weren’t the Red Water pack invited? The last time I checked, they were a part of Upper Vile."

Carl shifted his tie, scratching his hair nervously. "The elders made the decision because they didn’t have an alpha."

I walked slowly and stopped just inches from Carl. "But they’re a part of Upper Vile, or are they not?" It was a sarcastic question, and Carl knew it.

"I understand, Alpha Razor, we’ll look into it."

"Next time they’ll be invited," I announced with finality. "And if you need an alpha to represent them, I’ll do it."

"You’re right; I’ll make sure it’s not repeated again," he nodded at me, nervously. He knew I was dead serious.

"As leaders of our respective packs," Alpha Carl continued, "it is imperative that we unite and stand together against this common threat. We cannot let Damon Rollins and his atrocious creatures dictate the fate of our kind."

Now he was fucking making sense. His words resonated with me, and I could see the determination reflected in the eyes of my fellow alphas. This wasn’t just about protecting our territories anymore; it was about preserving our very existence

"We must strengthen our alliances, share resources, and most importantly, share information," I emphasized. "No alpha should stand alone in this fight."

They all nodded in agreement, already making mental notes to reach out and to support each other. Trust was a rare commodity among werewolves, but desperation had a way of forging unlikely alliances.

I nodded in satisfaction."Good, now let’s talk about the foolish alphas who betrayed us. We need to fucking pay them back... with blood."