Razor X Bennett Novels & Stories

Bennett’s fists clenched at his sides, the air between them thick with the scent of ozone and static. Harrison’s milky eyes narrowed, and he let out a dry, hacking cough before speaking with sharp irritation. “Bennett, rein in your wolf! Avery speaks a harsh truth. Do not let your pride blind you to our vulnerabilities. Antagonizing her serves no purpose.” Bennett’s pupils flared with a flash of heat. Catching Harrison’s growing disapproval, he forced a shallow, fake smile onto his face. “You are correct, High Alpha. I was being impulsive.”

Bella's POV The sun was just beginning to set as I stood nervously in front of the grand entrance of the luxurious Bennett mansion. The opulent surroundings seemed alien to me, a stark contrast to the dilapidated neighborhood I grew up in. My heart raced with a mix of excitement and trepidation, unsure of what awaited me inside. As the large wooden doors swung open, I found myself face to face with Victoria Bennett, Xander's formidable mother. Her piercing gaze seemed to size me up, examining every inch of my humble attire and worn-out shoes. I squared my shoulders, determined to hold my ground.

“I suppose I should introduce myself properly. I'm Henry Bennett.” I freeze, my hand stopping halfway to my glass. Henry Bennett. The legendary founder of Zenovar. The titan who had built the empire from the ground up before stepping back from the limelight. As if he knows I don't believe him, he takes off his face cap and glasses. I haven't seen him personally, but I recognize his face instantly. “Mr. Bennett,” I quiver, recovering my composure as I shake his hand firmly. “I... I didn't realize.”

I hope being this nice doesn’t come back to bite her in the ass. “What about this f*cker? He ordered your capture and most likely planned to kill you when he captured Ryker.” Bennet is vibrating with anger, his fists are balled at his sides, focus switching from me to Kennedy. Even that movement is twitchy, like he and his wolf can’t agree where to look. His dark red hair is not helping his menacing look in the slightest. He and I will have to fight this out eventually. I will pay this price and then hopefully we can move forward, if he doesn’t kill me.

Chapter 140 Lora sat in her car across the street from Bennett Tower, watching through rain-streaked windows as people in expensive suits walked in and out of the building that should have been hers. Her hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles had turned white, and her breathing came in short, sharp bursts. "That should be me," she whispered to herself, staring at the golden letters spelling "BENNETT CORPORATION" above the entrance. "I'm a Bennett. I was born to run that company."

“The board needs results, not spectacle.” “This ain’t about the board, boy. It’s about you.” He jabbed a finger at me, the gesture as sharp as his words. “Gettin’ to know someone might do you some good.” “Who?” My voice was sharp, each syllable clipped as my patience began to unravel. “Who did you set me up with this time?” “Riley Bennett.” His tone was smug, as if he’d just revealed a winning hand. “Daughter of Kenneth Bennett—you know, Adams Cosmetics. The families go way back.”

Carter sends it long. Bennett takes possession like the puck belongs to him like it was handed down, inherited, untouchable. Like no one else has the right to breathe near it. I sprint to keep pace, but at the speed he’s moving, I’m not sure he even knows I exist. His focus is singular. Predatory. The net. The defense smells blood. Eyes flare wide, then sharpen. The first man lunges. Bennett slips past him. The arena falls into a stunned silence.

“So that’s it? You’re making Angela into your little arrangement? Tell me, Carter… are you trying to make her into your mother? A rich man’s toy?” I froze mid-step. Fists clenched. Slowly, I turned back. Bennett was on the ground, heavy breathing, one hand pressing his ribs. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but that smug grin was still there. “How’s your mother?” he asked, grinning wide. “Sleeping with rich men must be the fast track up, huh? No wonder you made it this far.” That got under my skin. I moved before thinking, grabbing his collar. His head slammed into the iron fence post along the ranch driveway, metal clanging through the silence.

“Refuse, and I will hand you over to the Council of Elders to be executed. With Hudson already exiled and scentless, the Silver Ridge will inevitably fall to me. Choose, Bennett. Your life is literally in your own claws now.” Bennett’s fists clenched, his muscles bunching as the weight of the trap pressed down on him. A wave of bone-deep humiliation washed over him as he offered a reluctant, submissive nod. He was acutely aware of Stan’s ruthless nature; he had watched as Stan methodically tore down Hudson’s legendary defenses. If a warrior like Hudson, with all his raw power and cunning, had fallen to this man, what hope did a spoiled pup like Bennett have? A toxic mix of regret and rage si

Behind me, Victor was still on the phone with Noah giving names, calmly. And somewhere deep inside the bond, I felt Raze change his opinion of Victor Bennett very slightly. Only slightly. But for Raze, that was practically a miracle.