Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 643

Chapter 643: Chapter 643 – The Lycans would avenge their own

Uri threw the first punch, his fist cutting through the air with brutal speed. Corvine dodged, the wind of the blow grazing his cheek. But the closeness made him catch a whiff of Uri’s scent, and his blood ran cold.

Liah was right. This man was not their kind. While werewolves carried the scent of earth, musk, or primal wildness around the pack, this man carried the dominant scent of smoke and spice, something foreign, ancient, and dangerous.

Uri threw a kick, and Corvine ducked backwards, avoiding contact by a hair’s breadth. Uri was getting frustrated, his movements growing more aggressive as he lunged forward. Corvine went on one knee and punched him in the groin, a cheap shot, but effective.

Except it did little to nothing to cause Uri pain.

His next kick landed with precision, sending Corvine flying through the air. His back hit the ground hard, the impact driving the breath from his lungs.

A groan escaped him as he caught the smirk curling at the corner of Jaron’s lips. Curt and Allan had knowing smiles on their faces, their eyes gleaming with cruel anticipation.

Corvine jumped to his feet before Uri could reach him, his body screaming in protest. Maddock had done a great job healing his pain so fast, but his wolf’s voice was urgent, strained. ’Don’t let him hit you again. I used a lot of energy just now.’

Corvine did not respond but took note of the warning. Uri began to hurl punches, his fists like hammers, but Corvine blocked each one with precision.

He found his rhythm, his movements flowing like water, and sent a punch to Uri’s face before the Lycan could realize it. Another punch followed, and another, each one landing with satisfying force.

But Uri was still standing, a smirk plastered across his face. "You werewolves are weak." The words were a snarl, dripping with contempt.

Even Jaron’s gaze dulled at the insult. He had long been aware that Lycans did not respect werewolves, but Corvine left him with no choice. "So you admit you aren’t our kind." Corvine’s voice rang out, sharp and accusatory.

The pack members began to murmur, confusion and suspicion rippling through the crowd.

Jaron panicked a little, his eyes darting between Corvine and Uri. But Corvine took advantage of the distraction and the brief exchange between Jaron and Uri.

He jumped and caught Uri by the neck, using his elbow to hit Uri on the head multiple times, each strike landing with brutal precision.

Uri tried to break free, his hands clawing at Corvine’s arms, but Corvine’s hold was like iron. It was as if this was his only chance to gain victory over his opponent, and he would not let it slip.

Uri finally tried to fall backwards, but before his back would hit the ground, Corvine let go of his hold. Uri gasped for breath, his chest heaving, but Corvine didn’t give Uri’s beast any chance to recover. He drove his fist multiples times over Uri’s face, each punch landing with savage force.

"You think werewolves are weak?" His voice was cold and furious, each word punctuated by another blow. Uri’s face began to bloody, his features becoming a mask of crimson. Then suddenly, he began to shift.

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