NovelUSAChapter 698
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go...
you bas...tard!" Arthur struggled like a cornered tiger.
His torso twisted, desperately trying to shake off the vermin that had leaped onto his back.
Alvaros hands trembled more and more as he tightened the rope between his wrists.
His veins bulged, protruding beneath his skin, while his wounds seeped streaks of blood.
He clenched his teeth, his vision going dark, on the verge of losing consciousness, but his thirst for revenge kept
his fury burning.
But it wasnt enough.
He loosened his grip for just a secondjust oneand his entire body twisted, crashing onto the hard ground.
His head hit the earth, and he groaned in pain, his throat raw and scraped.
In the distance, the roars of battle; nearby, the choked coughing of his enemy.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAlvaro tried to get up, but this time, his body refused to obey.
The rush of adrenaline was wearing off.
"You bastard! You're about to find out what happens when you ---- mess with me!" The furious scream was
followed by a crushing weight on his waist.
Alvaro couldnt fight back, even if he wanted to.
Inside, he screamed at himself: React! Move! Defend yourself! But his body was beyond miracles completely
drained.
A brutal punch added to his collection of injuries.
Arthur, tired of playing, pulled a knife from inside his boot, flipping it open to expose the sharp blade.
"You're going to regret the day you touched what was mine," he growled at the dazed man beneath him.
He even had the audacity to lean over his face.
"T'm going to fuck her every night while you rot with the worms." Arthur let out a sinister laughnothing
compared to the satisfaction of eliminating a rival.
He raised his arm and swung the knife down, fast and precise.
Just inches from Alvaros bruised neck, he stopped, his fingers trembling on the hilt.
Something warm splattered across Alvaros face.
He managed to focus just enough to see the sheer terror frozen on Arthur's features.
A crimson river poured down, staining every inch of his face.
Lodged deep in his forehead, piercing into his brain, was a short- handled axe.
---- His erratic pupils dimmed, the glint of hatred fading into nothingness.
Arthurs body collapsed heavily on top of Alvaro, forcing a strangled groan from his lips.
The air reeked of thick, metallic bloodsuffocating.
But before he could process it, firm hands yanked the corpse off him, tossing it aside.
"Alvaro!" The deep voice of Tomas shattered the tension, shaking him roughly.
His face was tight, smeared with dirt and sweat.
"Dont fucking die onhere!" Ugh...
You're gonna...
end up...
kill..ing me..." Alvaro groaned under the rough shaking.
"T thought you were done for this time! You only made it because | have damn good aim with an axe!" Tomas
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmgrumbled from above him Alvaro flashed a smile so awful it was worse than crying.
He didnt even get the chance to thank Tomas before completely blacking out.
The werewolf looked down at the gravely wounded soldier in his hands.
Better to get him somewhere safe, far from this madness.
He dragged him toward the trees, hiding him deep within the surrounding forest.
He hesitated, debating whether to give him his blood.
Alvaro was a good man, but was it worth the risk? What if he woke up too soon?
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