Louis's POV
"Louis, is there something you're keeping from us?" Levi asked, suspicion lacing his tone. His eyes were sharp, studying me like he could see right through my skin. Unease twisted in my gut, but I masked it with a scowl.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked, feigning anger, forcing my voice to sound steady.
Levi didn't flinch. If anything, his expression hardened. "I called Alpha Thor," he said calmly, "asked him what happened at his party. He apologized—told me someone drugged your drink." He paused, his gaze narrowing. "So tell me, Louis—who was the woman who detoxed you? Whose fingers were on you?"
His words hit like a whip. He wasn't asking. He already knew—or thought he did.
"I did," came a voice from behind us.
I turned, heart sinking as Anita stepped into the field, composed and unapologetic, dressed in silk like she owned the damn world.
Levi narrowed his eyes. "Anita," he said flatly.
