The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67: Chapter 67 One Honest Voice

His voice cracked slightly as he looked up at Levi.

"When I woke up, I was locked inside the storage room. I tried to break down the door, but I was too weak—I could barely stand. I shouted for help, over and over, but no one came. I don’t know how long I was in there."

He looked dejected now, ashamed and frustrated, the weight of his helplessness written all over his face as his eyes met Levi’s.

But deep down, he knew this wasn’t his fault. At first, he’d assumed he had simply passed out from exhaustion—the long hours, the stress, the nonstop work—but the symptoms didn’t add up. The dizziness had hit too suddenly, too sharply. His body hadn’t just given out—it had been forced to.

That’s when the realization struck him: he had been drugged.

And not with something mild. Whatever had been used was potent—strong enough to knock out a full-grown wolf, maybe even an elephant, until morning. The only reason he’d woken up earlier was thanks to his wolf’s natural resistance kicking in.

On top of that, his work as the old doctor’s assistant had exposed him to all kinds of medicines, sedatives, and herbs over the years. Unintentionally, he’d built up a tolerance to several common substances—especially knockout drops. If not for that, he might still be lying unconscious, completely unaware that something far more dangerous had been set in motion.

"So, you’re saying someone drugged you—and you suspect Claire’s attendant?" Levi cut straight to the point, his tone sharp and laced with thinly veiled disdain. There was no special treatment in his voice when he spoke Claire’s name—only a cold indifference that bordered on contempt.

"T-That’s not what I’m trying to say..." the assistant stammered, his voice faltering as the weight of his words settled in the air. He was telling the truth—but at the same time, fear gripped him.

He hesitated, eyes darting nervously, as if afraid the shadows might be listening.

Claire’s name was already whispered too often within the pack—alongside the murmurs of her being the Alpha’s future Luna. Crossing her, even indirectly, could mean trouble. And Levi knew it too.

If Claire took offense, if she thought he was stirring up trouble... he could be removed from the clinic. Reassigned. Banished to the borders—the most dangerous post a non-warrior like him could be sent to. Out there, survival was uncertain. And worse, everything he’d worked for—years under the old doctor’s mentorship, all his training, all his sacrifice—would be reduced to nothing.

So he tread carefully, his voice lower now, almost pleading. "I’m just saying... something wasn’t right. And I can’t ignore that she was the last person I saw before I blacked out."

Levi watched the assistant closely, reading every flicker of hesitation in his eyes, every nervous twitch of his fingers. He could see the internal struggle—the fear, the calculation, the weight of consequences pressing down on him.

But Levi didn’t rush him. He remained calm and still, silently giving the man space to choose. Whether the assistant chose to admit the truth openly or retreat behind denial, it didn’t matter. Levi already had his answer.

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