Reclaimed By The Alpha King
Chapter 107

Chapter 107: Chapter 107

Alpha Derrick sat in the grand living room of his mansion, his fingers tapping restlessly against the arm of the chair.

The air was thick with tension, and his thoughts were consumed by Kimberly. Her resilience, her audacity to return, and the mystery surrounding her haunted him.

*She’s more than she seems,* he thought, his jaw tightening. *I should’ve dealt with her sooner.*

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heels clicking against the polished floor.

Mona walked in, her confidence radiating as always. She wore a sly smile, one that Derrick had come to associate with trouble.

"Is Kimberly the problem?" Mona asked, her voice smooth as silk. She sat beside him, her gaze piercing.

Derrick turned his face to her, letting out a faint, humorless smile. It was enough of an answer for Mona, who leaned back and crossed her legs with satisfaction.

"Don’t worry," she said, her tone smug. "I’ve taken care of her. Sooner than you think, she’ll be completely out of the picture."

Derrick’s brow furrowed, and his smile disappeared. He straightened in his seat, his full attention on her now. "What do you mean by that, Mona? What have you done?"

Mona shrugged casually, though her eyes gleamed with mischief. "Isn’t that what you wanted? Kimberly is a problem, Derrick, and problems like her don’t just go away on their own. You know that."

"I don’t want you to do anything rash," Derrick said sharply, his tone laced with irritation. "Leave it to me. I’ll handle Kimberly in my own way."

Mona laughed, a cold, mocking sound that echoed through the room. "Your way? Derrick, your way is too slow.

I’ve already set everything in motion." She stood, her smirk growing wider. "It’s too late to back out now. Soon, she’ll be gone for good."

Derrick shot up from his seat, grabbing her arm. "What have you done, Mona?" he demanded, his voice low but dangerous.

Mona pulled her arm free and stared at him with disdain. "Don’t pretend like you care how it’s done, Derrick.

You just want the result. And trust me, you’ll get it." She let out a loud, mischievous laugh as she walked away, her heels clicking against the floor once more.

Derrick stood frozen for a moment, his mind racing. He finally slumped back into the chair, running a hand through his hair.

*Though I want Kimberly gone, I don’t trust Mona’s methods. She’s too reckless, too impulsive.*

He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he muttered to himself, "I need to control this before it spirals out of hand. Mona could ruin everything."

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Elsewhere in the mansion, Mona made her way to her private study, where a hooded figure was waiting for her. The figure remained silent as Mona closed the door behind her and locked it.

"Well?" Mona asked, her voice impatient.

"It’s done," the hooded figure replied. "The physician has been instructed to carry out the plan. He won’t dare disobey."

Mona smirked, her confidence unwavering. "Good. Kimberly has been a thorn in my side for too long. She doesn’t belong here, and soon, she won’t be."

"But what if alpha Derrick finds out?" the figure asked cautiously.

Mona waved a dismissive hand. "Derrick won’t do anything. He talks big, but he won’t interfere once the deed is done. Trust me, Kimberly’s days are numbered."

The figure hesitated before nodding. "And what about her friends? They seem loyal to her. They might cause trouble."

Mona’s eyes narrowed. "Then we deal with them too. One problem at a time."

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Meanwhile, Alpha Derrick wasn’t the only one with thoughts of Kimberly weighing heavily on his mind.

Kimberly herself was pacing in her room, replaying the physician’s warning in her head. *Why would Mona and Derrick want me dead? What are they so afraid of?*

A soft knock at her door interrupted her thoughts. "Kimberly?" It was Lisa’s voice.

Kimberly quickly composed herself and opened the door. Lisa, Mohandria, and another friend stood there, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Can we come in?" Mohandria asked.

Kimberly nodded, stepping aside to let them enter.

Once inside, Lisa wasted no time. "You’ve been acting strange, Kimberly. What’s going on? Are you okay?"

Kimberly hesitated. She wanted to tell them everything, to unload the burden she was carrying, but the physician’s warning echoed in her mind. *Trust no one.*

"I’m fine," she said, forcing a smile. "Just tired. The checkup at the physician’s took longer than I expected."

Her friends exchanged glances, clearly unconvinced.

"Kimberly, you know you can talk to us," Mohandria said gently. "We’re here for you."

Kimberly’s smile faltered, but she nodded. "I know. Thank you."

Before they could press further, a loud commotion from outside the mansion caught their attention.

"What was that?" Lisa asked, her eyes wide.

Kimberly moved to the window and peeked outside. A group of guards was rushing toward the front gates, shouting orders.

"It looks like someone’s trying to get in," she said, her voice laced with curiosity and unease.

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Meanwhile, in another part of the territory, Alpha Theo had finally returned to his mansion. The journey had been long, and the weight of everything happening with Kimberly and Derrick was pressing heavily on him.

As soon as he stepped inside, he called for his right-hand man. The loyal soldier appeared within moments, his expression attentive.

"I need you to make every necessary arrangements to keep an eye on Alpha Darwin in the hospital," Theo ordered, his tone firm. "Nothing must happen to him. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Alpha," the man replied without hesitation.

"Good. Go now," Theo said, dismissing him.

As the man left, Theo was left alone in his study. He leaned against his desk, staring at the maps and documents spread across it.

*Kimberly is in danger. That much is clear. But how do I protect her without putting her in even more danger?*

He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. "I need to act fast, but I can’t afford to be reckless."

His thoughts were interrupted by a faint sound outside the study—a rustling noise, as if someone was lingering by the door. Theo’s eyes narrowed.

"Who’s there?" he demanded, his voice sharp.

The rustling stopped, and silence followed. Theo strode to the door and flung it open, but the hallway was empty.

His jaw tightened. *Something’s not right. I can feel it.*

He returned to his desk, but the uneasy feeling lingered. Alone in his study, Theo’s mind churned with plans, doubts, and the growing sense that time was running out.

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Alpha Theo stood abruptly, the unease in his chest too heavy to ignore. His sharp gaze swept across the room before he exited his study, his footsteps echoing down the grand hallway.

His mind was resolute. If this man thinks he can defy me, he will learn otherwise.

He made his way to the underground chambers, where his men were holding the mysterious figure who had delivered the bloodied package.

The air in the dimly lit cell was heavy with tension, the faint scent of damp stone adding to the foreboding atmosphere.

The captive was seated on a wooden chair, his hands shackled and his face partially obscured by the low light.

Despite his restrained position, he sat tall and defiant, his expression unreadable. Theo entered the room, his imposing figure casting a long shadow.

"So," Theo began, his voice calm but dangerously sharp, "you’ve been silent since your capture.

I imagine you’re weighing your options, but I’ll make it simple for you. Speak now, and I might show mercy."

The man didn’t flinch. His lips curled into a faint smirk, his voice low and mocking. "Mercy? I don’t need it, Alpha Theo. Do what you must. You’ll get nothing from me."

Theo’s jaw tightened, but he maintained his composure. He took a slow step closer, his piercing eyes fixed on the man.

"Do you have any idea what you’re playing with? Do you understand the danger you’ve brought upon yourself by involving Kimberly in this?"

The man’s smirk didn’t falter. "Kimberly? I don’t know anything about her. And even if I did, you think I’d tell you? You’re wasting your time."

Theo’s hands clenched at his sides. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper.

"You’re loyal to someone, that much is clear. But loyalty doesn’t mean you have to die for them. Speak now, and I might let you leave here with your life."

The man laughed dryly, the sound echoing in the small chamber. "Death doesn’t scare me, Alpha. In fact, I welcome it. Kill me now if that’s your plan because you’ll never get a word from me."

Theo straightened, his eyes narrowing. The man’s stubbornness was infuriating, but Theo was not one to lose control. He turned to one of his men standing by the door. "Leave us."

The guard hesitated for a moment, then nodded and stepped out, leaving the two alone.

The silence in the room was deafening as Theo paced slowly around the captive, his boots clicking against the stone floor.

"You know," Theo began, his tone unnervingly calm, "there are worse things than death.

You speak of it as if it’s some great escape, some relief from pain. But pain has many faces, my friend. And if you continue this defiance, I promise, you’ll meet them all."

The man’s smirk faltered slightly, but he quickly recovered. "Empty threats. You alphas are all the same—big words, little action. Do what you must. I’m not afraid."

Theo stopped pacing and turned to face the man, his expression cold and calculating. He leaned in once more, his voice barely above a whisper but dripping with menace.

"There are other things more painful than death," he said, his words deliberate and chilling. "And I will take you on that journey. Get prepared."

Without waiting for a response, Theo straightened and walked toward the door, his steps steady and purposeful.

The man watched him go, but for the first time, a flicker of doubt crossed his face.

Theo didn’t look back as he exited the cell, the door slamming shut behind him with a resounding echo.

The captive’s resolve might not have cracked yet, but Theo knew patience and fear could do what brute force could not...