Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 645

Chapter 645: Chapter 645 – The Buff wolf

Chapter 645 – The Buff wolf

King Jaron went to meet the Lycan King Battal Legend with a few pack warriors and Uri’s corpse at the outlands. The journey was tense, the silence in the car heavy with dread.

Battal, a middle-aged man with striking handsome features and silver and black hair, stood expressionless as the vehicles pulled up. His presence was imposing, radiating power that made the air around him feel thick and difficult to breathe.

"Let me see." His voice was flat, devoid of emotion. Jaron opened the door to the back seat, his hands trembling slightly.

Battal’s bodyguards, who seemed to have similar features as him, though younger, carried Uri’s corpse out of the car with practiced efficiency. Now that Jaron looked at it, even Uri looked slightly like Battal, the same sharp jawline, the same cold eyes. However, there was no time to dwell on that.

Battal’s voice was like ice, cutting through the silence after he accessed Uri’s corpse. "I’ve changed my mind." He turned his gaze to Jaron, his eyes burning with cold fire. "I won’t destroy your pack, but you have to give me the warrior who did this and the white wolf."

Jaron’s head lowered to the amazement of his warriors. They had never expected their Alpha King to kowtow to anyone. And strangely, it was to the Lycans, creatures they had been taught to fear and respect in equal measure.

"He’s already unconscious," Jaron said, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I told you, the white wolf is at the Grimroot pack. Their Alpha is dangerous."

Battal did not care for his words. His expression remained unchanged, cold and unyielding. "Take me to the warrior who did this first. We shall talk about the white wolf after."

Jaron’s shoulders sagged with resignation as he drove them to the Silver Moon pack. But reaching there, a strange man in an all-brown attire was waiting for them. He was middle-aged and not too good looking, his face was weathered, his eyes sharp and calculating.

Before Jaron could speak, one of Battal’s bodyguards stepped out of the car. "That’s Jamal, one of our protectors." The guard’s voice was flat, carrying a note of warning. "King Battal says you should let him in."

Jaron’s blood ran cold. He knew the protectors of the Lycans were wizards, men and women who wielded powers far beyond the comprehension of ordinary wolves. He feared allowing any of them into the pack, but now, he didn’t have a choice. He was so bent on getting back at Voren that once again, he had gotten into a deal with the devil.

After telling the warriors to let the wizard in, they drove to the pack hospital. However, before they reached there in their cars, Jamal had already gotten ahead of them, moving with unnatural speed, his brown robes billowing behind him.

Jaron knew this wasn’t right. Voren would come after him if anything happened to Corvine. The thought sent a chill down his spine. To his dismay, the beta informed him, his voice urgent and panicked. "Alpha Voren is here, and he seems very upset."

Somehow, Jaron feared Voren more than Battal. Reason being that the Lycans would not attack his pack because of the crown but Voren would break every law where his family was concerned.

He still owed Voren an arm and leg, which was why he was afraid of the crown going to the Grimroot pack because that would rob Jaron of all his authority. Though Liah would be there, he knew already that Liah would not support his shady dealings.

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