Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 642

Chapter 642: Chapter 642 - Fight

Alpha Curt let out a wry smile, his lips curving with false friendliness. "Won’t you let us in?"

Corvine looked around suspiciously, his gaze sweeping the empty hallway before shaking his head firmly. "No."

The eyes of the two Alphas dimmed, their expressions fluctuating to something more desperate. Allan spoke up, his voice placating. "We just want to talk." He spread his hands in a gesture of peace. "Besides, we aren’t enemies, are we?"

Corvine did not get out of the doorway, his intense gaze fixed on Curt as he asked, his voice cold and cutting. "Are we friends, Alpha Curt?"

He was referring to the incident in Paris, the sabotage, the threats, the humiliation. Curt caught on immediately, his jaw tightening. "Come on, Alpha King Corvine." His tone dripped with mockery. "Are you afraid we are going to kill you?"

He gestured at Corvine’s powerful frame. "Weren’t you the one who got some Alphas hospitalized? I don’t think the two of us are a match for you."

Corvine was annoyed, his patience wearing thin. But he needed his rest for tomorrow. After all, these Alphas did not have any other fight arranged. They were out of the competition, eliminated and bitter. "Five minutes." He stepped aside, moving out of the doorway.

The two Alphas entered, looking around with interest as Allan spoke up, his voice urgent. "Co-Alpha, we want you on our team."

Corvine frowned imperceptibly, his brow furrowing with confusion. "I’m lost here."

Allan gritted his teeth before saying, his words tumbling out in a rush. "We can help you defeat whoever the Alpha King is bringing. And in return, you join my pack."

Corvine laughed heartily for the first time since arriving at the Silver Moon pack. The sound was genuine, warm, utterly amused. "Why would I choose your pack over the Grimroot pack?"

"That’s because without winning tomorrow, you lose both the princess and the title." Allan leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with calculation. "We help you win, you join either of our packs. And I strongly recommend mine."

Corvine found the request amusing, shaking his head slowly. "So what does Alpha Curt stand to gain?"

"We are planning a merger if you agree." Curt said, his voice carrying a note of desperation. "You become the Alpha King at our merged pack, and Allan and I become co-Alphas."

"That’s absurd." Corvine laughed again, but this time there was no warmth in it. These were the same Alphas mocking him beforehand, insisting that a co-Alpha’s authority was limited and meaningless. And now, they were even ready to use that same position to further their own ambitions.

However, he deciphered something important. These Alphas wanted the crown. That was the only reason they’d settle for something like that. The promise of power, of control, of a throne they could never earn on their own.

"I won all matches without either of your help." Corvine’s voice was flat, dismissive. "So why would I need your help now?"

Both Alphas were rendered speechless, their carefully constructed arguments crumbling before them.

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