The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna - Chapter 390

Chapter 390: Chapter 390 Saving Levi’s Life
The warrior nearest him stepped forward and reported, voice careful. “Alpha Maxwell, Vice Captain Lance confirms his side is clear and the perimeter is secure. Alpha Hue says the rogues on their side have been cleared as well. We’ve defended the territory. Shall we pursue the two who escaped?”

Maxwell’s jaw tightened as he weighed the cost of the chase.

Maxwell shook his head. He couldn’t tell if those two still had tricks hidden up their sleeves, and a cornered dog was bound to bite. Sending his men after Chase might only get them killed.

Besides, as Zion had said, that man wasn’t weak; Chase could stand toe-to-toe with Maxwell himself. Yet, instead of fighting to the end or trying to turn the tide, Chase chose to flee. That alone spoke volumes.

It suggested that his objectives weren’t aligned with Greg’s or the others’. Perhaps he was waging a quiet war of his own against the very people who had sent him. If that was the case, then his actions might actually be helping Maxwell and the Golden Hue Pack.

Letting him go, then, might not be a loss at all; perhaps their paths would cross again someday, and when they did, Maxwell might finally learn the truth behind Chase’s double game.

“No need. Send those who can still walk to rebuild the border defenses and resume patrols. If there’s even a hint of the rogues returning, sound the alarm immediately. The rest should focus on putting out the fires and assessing the damage across the territory.”

“Tighten security, and have Alpha Hue assist with the coordination. I’ll check on Beta Levi’s condition.”

Before his voice even faded, Maxwell was already sprinting toward the packhouse, not caring that he was still drenched in blood. When he arrived, the sight that greeted him made his chest tighten. Levi lay motionless on the ground, surrounded by frantic medical staff calling for the healer and searching desperately for a blood donor.

「Back to the Present…」

“Hurry up and get the healer! Someone check the patient’s blood type, fast! We need a blood donor right now! He’s on the verge of cardiac arrest; his heart could stop any second! He’s lost too much blood!” the lead doctor shouted, his hands pressing firmly against Levi’s gaping wound in a desperate attempt to slow the bleeding.

But no matter how hard he tried, the blood wouldn’t stop flowing. The wound refused to close, and though panic clawed at his chest, he forced himself to stay composed. He couldn’t afford to lose control, not when the patient’s life hung by a thread. If even the doctor lost his cool in a crisis like this, then Levi’s fate would already be sealed.

“Nurses, prepare the operating room, now! We’ll have to manually close Beta Levi’s wounds with stitches. Some of his main veins have been severed! Get ready for a blood transfusion!” the lead doctor barked, his voice steady despite the sweat beading on his forehead.

His hands never left Levi’s wound, pressing down firmly to slow the relentless bleeding as he directed the team around him.

Maxwell, who had just arrived before dawn, stood frozen for a moment. Levi’s face was ghostly pale, his lips tinted purple, a chilling sign that his body was starving for oxygen. His once-white shirt was now soaked in deep red, and every passing second felt heavier.

Maxwell swallowed hard, dread twisting in his chest. If anything happened to Levi, how could he ever face Addison?

Only when the stretcher finally arrived did the lead doctor act, instructing the others to carefully slide a thick blanket beneath Levi’s body. The moment they had secured it, they lifted him in one swift, coordinated motion and placed him onto the gurney.

The doctor, still pressing down on Levi’s wound to stem the bleeding, climbed onto the stretcher as well, his legs straddling Levi’s waist so he could maintain pressure without losing balance as they rushed toward the operating room.

It was only then that Maxwell snapped back to his senses. His chest heaved, his voice breaking into a commanding roar that carried both desperation and authority.

“Please, save him! Do everything in your power to keep him alive!”

His growl lingered in the air, laced with helplessness. It was as if he wanted to fight death itself but could only stand and watch, powerless to do anything more.

The medical staff didn’t respond; there was no need to. It was a given that they would do everything in their power to save him. But in this era, where medical practice was still in its infancy and their equipment was barely out of the prototype stage, their chances were uncertain.

Everything they used had been designed and invented in the Royal Palace under the Royal Doctor’s supervision. Acquiring them had drained a considerable portion of the pack’s treasury.

Even the lead doctor’s medical knowledge came directly from the Royal Doctor himself, learned during his time as an intern in the palace.

However, because werewolves possessed naturally strong regenerative abilities, medical intervention was rarely necessary, only in cases as dire as this one. As a result, most of the staff lacked real, hands-on experience.

The procedures the lead doctor barked out now were mostly theories, lessons once memorized but never practiced.

So, when Maxwell commanded them to do everything in their power to keep Levi alive, they would; no one doubted their dedication. But whether that would be enough… was another question entirely.

But they didn’t have much of a choice; Levi would be their first real test subject in manually stitching torn veins shut to stop the bleeding. They would also need to close his wounds to prevent germs and bacteria from entering, which could lead to infection and put his life in even greater danger.

“Hurry up! We don’t have much time!” the lead doctor shouted, his voice sharp with urgency. Then, as if suddenly remembering something crucial, he barked again, “Don’t forget the healer! Yes — the healer!”

He muttered under his breath as he worked, sweat running down his temples. Because Levi’s wounds were inflicted by a silver dagger, his body couldn’t regenerate as it normally would.

They would have to treat him like a human — manually, carefully, and painfully. The wounds would heal, yes, but they would leave scars deep enough to tell the story of how close he had come to death.

Even after the surgery, they could still call the healer to aid in Levi’s recovery and minimize any post-operation complications. For the stitching, they planned to use a thin, dissolvable thread that would vanish over time, sparing Levi from having to endure the removal process once his body began to heal.

Fortunately, not long ago, the Royal Alchemist had made a breakthrough in collaboration with the Royal Doctor, creating that very dissolvable thread, which lasted about a month before it disintegrated.

With that thought, the lead doctor felt a spark of renewed confidence. As Levi was rushed toward the operating table, the doctor silently mapped out his plan, determined to use every bit of his training and the palace’s new invention to save the Beta’s life.

As soon as Levi was transferred onto the operating table, a male nurse immediately took over the lead doctor’s position, pressing firmly on the gaping wound to control the bleeding while the doctor prepared for surgery.