Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 661

Chapter 661: Chapter 661 - I’ll be waiting for you.

Voren did not refuse him. After all, Bloodfang had not interrupted his conversations and hadn’t let him lose control in front of his enemies. The wolf had been patient, waiting, watching. Now it was his turn.

His claws began to elongate as Jaron spoke through deep breaths, his voice trembling with desperation. "King Voren, what will you tell my daughter? I am still Alpha Corvine’s father-in-law."

Bloodfang threw him across the wall. The impact cracked the plaster, and Jaron fell hard on the floor, the breath driven from his lungs.

Battal needed Jaron alive, but right now, he could not interfere in issues among wolves. This was not his fight.

"Your daughter will understand because you almost killed the man she loves." Bloodfang growled, Voren’s gaze turning dark as the wolf took full control without shifting.

Jaron could see it in the way Voren’s eyes turned dark that his wolf was in control. Fear rippled through him, cold and suffocating.

"No, you can’t do this." Jaron’s voice cracked, desperate. "You would not have had the crown if it wasn’t for me."

"That’s why I gave you a second chance." Bloodfang snarled, his claws digging into Jaron’s arms. "But you threw it in my face."

A shrill scream tore from Jaron’s mouth. Blood sputtered from the wound as his arm fell to the floor, severed cleanly.

The Lycans, except Battal, had shocked expressions on their faces. They looked at their king, their eyes questioning. "Should we help?"

"Try it if you dare." Bloodfang growled, his voice a low rumble. "This is a matter between werewolves."

His clawed hand wrapped around Jaron’s leg, the grip unyielding. "This is what happens to anyone who tries to kidnap a white wolf." Though he spoke to Jaron, his words were directed at the Lycans as a warning.

It was the reason he allowed them to stay. "Not under my watch."

"No!" Another painful shriek tore from Jaron as his leg was disconnected from his body. He was a sobbing mess, tears streaming down his face, as his wolf tried desperately to heal his pain. But Bloodfang was not done.

"Traitor." The word was a curse. "You sell your own people to our enemies." His eyes burned with cold fury. "Let’s see how you continue to do that."

He lifted Jaron by the neck, his claws digging into his mouth as he removed his tongue.

Jaron’s screams were muffled, strangled, as Battal’s fingers balled into fists. This werewolf was more dangerous than any of the Alphas they’d ever met.

Yeah, Jaron wore the crown for decades, but he was never as powerful as this werewolf. It was clear that this man’s strength had nothing to do with the crown. it was innate, primal, terrifying.

Battal did not answer. He only looked through the window in time to see the outlanders bowing to King Voren, right before he shifted into his wolf form and dashed into the woods like he was never there in the first place, a black blur swallowed by the darkness. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

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