Chapter 2: Mate!
**Razor**
My lips curved into a triumphant smile when the host sealed the deal. Ten million may seem like a lot of money to everyone else, but to me, it was nothing.
How interesting fate can be. Isabella Ferris, the only daughter of Nathan Ferris, the man whose company was about to go bankrupt, had met with me to invest in his company to save it.
Of course, as a business executive, I wanted to know what was in it for me. He promised to help me take over the Red-water pack, with all the omegas at my feet. But that wasn't enough, and he also promised to give me his only beloved daughter in marriage.
I told him I'd think about it. I'd heard rumors that Nathan cherished his daughter so much that for him to offer her to me was surprising. But there was a problem: she was wolfless. Imagine taking on a wolfless omega as a mate. What a fucking joke I know.
And besides, there's a rumor that the Red-water pack was cursed by the moon goddess, hence the reason that they were wolfless and without an Alpha or Luna.
Who cares, though? I'd just use her for a good fuck.
That was until she bumped into my car and refused to apologize. A sassy, loud-mouthed pup. I didn't recognize her, but she gave her name away. I made my decision to marry her, to teach her a freaking lesson in respect. So I agreed to help her father.
Imagine my surprise when I saw her standing at the auction stand. Just how reckless was she to have ended up in such a situation? I felt my wolf growling when I saw men gawking at her in that red bikini. I wanted to rip out their eyes. Wasn't she aware that she belonged to me now?
"Boss, she's ready," Dean, one of my right-hand men, knelt beside me and announced, making sure to keep his head lowered.
As the Alpha and the boss of the strongest and wealthiest pack in Upper Ville, the Bloody Skull, no one dared look into my eyes.
I stood up and walked straight to the back chambers where the host was holding a struggling Isabella who was kicking and swearing at him. She was still wearing the red bikini, her long lashes glistening with unshed tears.
On closer inspection, she was an exquisite beauty. Her lengthy eyelashes, golden locks cascading down to her waist, captivating slanting blue eyes, and an elegantly proportioned oblong-shaped face were a masterpiece. Gosh, I wanted her so fucking badly.
"Stop it," the man shouted at her. "Your new master is here."
"Master?" she scoffed incredulously, rolling her eyes. "I don't…" Her voice trailed off when she met my gaze. Her blue eyes widened in recognition. "You? How could you?"
Oh yeah, she freaking recognized me.
"Take her," I beckoned to Dean, who went straight to her and held her still struggling form.
"Let me go," she yelled. "Let me go, you bastard!" She struggled against his hold, her firm medium-sized breasts bouncing, and her ass wiggling.
I wanted to grab her right there and spank that ass. How dare she, in front of other men? But I refrained.
"When my father finds out, you'll pay!"
What a joke!
"Shut up," the host scolded. "Do you know who he is?"
"I don't freaking care." She met my gaze in a fierce glare. "If it's the car you're mad about, I'll fix it, I swear. As for the money, my dad will pay you back!"
Oh, I'm going to have fun smacking the sass out of this one.
My lips slanted into a smirk. "Is that so?" I took slow strides and stood in front of her, her 5ft 4 inches no match for my 6ft 4 inches. "We'll see about that."
With closer proximity to her, her scent dulled my senses, so fucking alluring. She smelled like roses and lavender. Wait a damn minute! Could she be my second chance mate?
'Fuck it, she is our second chance mate,' my wolf Black snarled.
'Who fucking cares?' I returned.
'Yeah, it's not as if we care about love or something,' Black scoffed, rolling his eyes.
'That's right,' I concurred.
We didn't care about "the one true mate" anymore, not after what happened to us. We just fuck whomever we want and I'm glad Black understands that.
Black, my wolf, was a gigantic, ferocious, and vicious predator. Once, he craved the mate bond, once he loved our mate, but after what happened, he despised the sound of the mate bond even more than I did.

He had zero tolerance for bullshit, craved to torture our enemies, and had a hot temper. If people thought I was cruel, they had yet to meet Black.
Well, it didn't matter if she was our second chance mate; we would still take her and claim her. She was still ours. I fucking bought her.
"Let her go," Dean obeyed instantly.
I placed my hands in my pockets, gazing down at her. "You're free to go."
Her brows knitted together in confusion, not registering what I just told her.
"Go!" I barked, startling her a bit.
She took off running, but before she got to the door, I halted her and said behind her shoulders, "Say hi to Nathan for me. Tell him Razor King said hi."
She turned back, facing me, her lashes fluttering nervously.
"Make sure to pack up all your belongings. I don't want to have to remind you. I'll see you soon, now go!"
She looked confused but still rushed out nonetheless. Poor thing thought I let her go – she was in for a shocker.
"But boss, are you just gonna let her go like that?" The host wanted to know.
I met his gaze, my eyes boring into his face, making him nervous. "And how's that your fucking business? You've been paid, right?"
"Yes, boss," he swallowed visibly.
"If I ever see you around that girl…." I left the threat hanging.
He got down on his knees instantly. "I won't, I promise you, sir."
I turned, and my men followed suit as we made our way towards the VIP lounge. I settled down on the couch while my men stood on alert, ever-ready for my instructions.
"Dean, Chris," I beckoned them to join me on the couch. Dean and Chris were my best friends and right-hand men.
Both were 26 years old, the same as me.
They both sat down away from me.
"Boss, I'm beginning to think the informant lied to us. Damon isn't here," Dean said, fisting his hands.
"I'm afraid he's right, boss," Chris concurred.
I picked up the glass of champagne on the table. "And whose fault is that?" I snarled at them, and they lowered their gazes instantly. "I've warned y'all several times to always run an extensive background check on these freaking informants."
Damon Rollins was the leader of the dead man mafia and a fucking human who despised werewolves. Rumor had it that he was developing a device that could wipe out all the wolves in Upper Ville. A stupid ass rumor.
That bastard has been asking for it. He recently bombed one of my clubs in Upper Ville. I went bat shit crazy searching for him, and I was told he was here at the club.
That's right - my main purpose for coming here was that bastard. He loved purchasing women for sex trafficking and the like. I swear when I get my hands on that fool, I'll rip him apart.
But my hatred for him went beyond just that. I swear, the Rollins family will pay forever messing with my family.
The sound of footsteps echoed throughout the VIP lounge, and my men went on full alert mode. They relaxed a bit when they saw the host making his way with three girls following closely behind him.
"Boss," he nodded with a bow. "I brought you gifts." He gestured at the girls.
My eyes went up, examining the girls. I nodded approvingly. They were all hot, but I pointed at the brunette one, and the rest were dismissed.
The brunette slid towards me and sat next to me. "Let me make you feel good, handsome," she placed her arm around my shoulder, but I yanked it off immediately, startling her.
I took a sip from my champagne, and without sparing her a glance, pointed in front of me. "On your fucking knees."
She froze beside me, surprised at my words.
"Are you deaf?" Chris yelled, "Kneel the fuck down."
She quickly knelt in front of me, her form trembling a bit. As if I cared!
"Now, make use of your damn mouth and pleasure me. Suck my dick."
******
The sun's rays hit my eyes as I awoke, stretching my hands. I noticed someone next to me, my senses on alert before drawing a sigh of relief. It was the bitch from the previous night, and she was still asleep.
I must admit, she was a good fuck, but my mind was a mess. All I could think of was Isabella – how I wanted her beneath me, screaming my name.
I got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, ready for a shower. I was already in the bathroom when I realized that I had forgotten my phone; I always took it everywhere with me.
I decided to get my phone before starting the shower. As I walked into the room, my eyes hardened at the sight before me – the bitch was holding my phone on the bed.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked.
She froze instantly, and the phone slipped from her hand, landing on the bed.
I hurried towards her and grabbed the phone from the bed. My lips slanted into a deep frown when I saw that she was about to install a tracking device on my phone.
"Who sent you?" I growled at her.
"Please," she was trembling, her hands raised in the air pleadingly. "Please don't hurt me."
But I did. I landed a backhand slap on her cheek, sending her crashing on the bed. She burst into tears.
"Please, please," she begged.
"Shut the fuck up and tell me who sent you, or you'll get more than a bloody lips," I barked at her. "Now!"
She held her bruised lips with her hand."It was Damon Rollins," she cried.
That damn bastard.
"And where is he?"
"I don't know...I didn't see him," she choked out in a sob. "One of his henchmen brought me and the other two girls here."
It was all becoming clear – this was all a trap. The bloody informant was working with Damon, and they wanted me here tonight. Did they think that I wouldn't know if they planted a tracking device on my phone? Jokers!
I called Chris's number, and he came immediately. He looked confused at the woman's bloodied lips.
"She was a freaking spy," I snarled at him before explaining how I caught her with my phone.
"Take her out!"
"What should I do with her, boss?" Chris asked, glaring at the woman.
"Break all her freaking bones before getting rid of her," I said over my shoulder, already walking back to the bathroom.
That's right, I was no angel. I was the devil – and no one dared to mess with me, especially not a mere human.
Ordinarily, I would have been angry about this situation, but not today. Today was special – today, I would have Isabella, my new obsession. Today, I would make her mine – with or without her consent.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone