Reclaimed By The Alpha King
Chapter 108

Chapter 108: Chapter 108

Kimberly squinted against the overwhelming brightness surrounding her. The light was everywhere—above, below, around—and yet it didn’t burn.

It felt like it was pulling her toward something. As she stepped forward cautiously, her feet moved soundlessly against the invisible surface beneath her.

Voices echoed faintly in the distance, a melodic yet unsettling hum that resonated deep within her chest.

She strained to hear, her curiosity overpowering her confusion.

*What is this place? Why does it feel like... home and yet completely foreign?*

She kept walking, her movements hesitant but determined. Slowly, the sound became clearer.

It wasn’t just random noise—it was a rhythmic chant. Words she couldn’t quite make out seemed to rise and fall in harmony.

She followed the sound until she reached what seemed like the edge of the light, where it parted, revealing a circular gathering.

In the center of the gathering stood another version of herself, radiant and unshaken.

Kimberly froze in shock, her breath catching. The figure looked exactly like her but exuded a confidence and calmness she felt she lacked.

Beside this other version of herself stood an old woman dressed in pure white, her hair silver and flowing like a river of light.

"Come closer," the old woman beckoned without looking at Kimberly. Her voice was calm yet commanding, like the wind whispering through ancient trees.

Kimberly hesitated, but her feet moved on their own.

The old woman turned to the other Kimberly and held out three glowing candles, each flickering with a vibrant flame.

"These three candles," she began, her voice rising above the hum of the chanting, "represent those who will stand and fight with you and for you in the storm that approaches."

Kimberly watched in awe as the other version of herself nodded solemnly, accepting the candles with both hands.

"Who are they? Who will fight with me?" Kimberly finally found her voice, though it trembled.

The old woman turned her piercing gaze toward Kimberly, her smile cryptic.

"They are the pillars of your strength, bound to you by fate and choice. But beware, child. Trust is not given lightly."

Kimberly’s attention was drawn to another glowing candle, brighter than the others, standing alone on a pedestal behind the old woman.

Its flame was almost blinding, its light pulsing like a heartbeat.

"What about that candle?" Kimberly asked, pointing toward it.

The old woman’s smile widened, though it was tinged with caution. "Ah, that candle. It burns alone, doesn’t it?"

Kimberly nodded, her heart racing.

"That candle represents something even you cannot fully understand yet," the old woman continued. "It is your guide, your ally, and perhaps... your greatest challenge."

"But what does it mean? Who—"

"Caution, child," the old woman interrupted, her tone sharp yet kind. "You must discover these truths on your own.

That which is within you is powerful enough to lead you. Trust your light."

Before Kimberly could ask anything more, the scene shifted. The candles flickered violently, and the chanting turned to chaos.

The light began to dim, replaced by a thick, impenetrable darkness.

"What’s happening?" Kimberly cried out, looking around.

The old woman’s face was grave now. "The storm is closer than you think. Be vigilant. Not all who stand beside you are what they seem."

Suddenly, the darkness erupted with monstrous shadows, twisting and writhing as they lunged toward the circle.

Kimberly screamed as the shadows surrounded her, their cold, clawed hands reaching for her throat—

She jolted awake, her body drenched in sweat. Her breathing was erratic, her heart pounding so hard it echoed in her ears.

"It’s just a dream," she whispered, clutching her chest. "Just a dream..."

But as she looked around her room, the faint scent of candle wax lingered in the air, and the echo of the old woman’s voice whispered in her mind: *Trust your light.*

Kimberly swung her legs off the bed and rubbed her temples, trying to piece it all together.

"Why does it feel so real? Who are these people? And what storm is coming?"

She shook her head, trying to ground herself. But as she stood up, she noticed something strange.

Her hands were glowing faintly, the same light she had seen in her dream emanating from her palms.

She gasped, stumbling back. The glow vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

"What... what is happening to me?" she whispered.

A knock on her door startled her. She quickly wiped her face, trying to compose herself.

"Kimberly, are you awake?" It was Lisa’s voice.

"Yes, I’m coming!" she called out, her voice shaking slightly. She opened the door to find Lisa, Mohandria, and Elena standing there, their faces lit with concern.

"You look like you’ve seen a ghost," Mohandria said, frowning.

"I—I’m fine," Kimberly lied, forcing a weak smile. "Just a bad dream."

"Bad dream or not, something’s wrong," Lisa said, crossing her arms. "We’re not leaving until you tell us."

Before Kimberly could respond, a sudden loud crash echoed from downstairs, followed by shouting.

The girls exchanged worried glances before running toward the commotion.

They reached the main hall to find two guards grappling with an intruder, a hooded figure who fought with surprising strength and agility.

"Who is that?" Mohandria whispered.

Kimberly’s eyes widened. She didn’t recognize the figure, but something about them felt... familiar.

"Stay back," Elena warned, pulling the girls behind her as more guards rushed in to subdue the intruder.

The figure suddenly stopped struggling, their hood falling back to reveal a face partially obscured by shadows.

But Kimberly caught a glimpse of something chilling—a mark on their forehead, glowing faintly like the light from her dream.

The figure’s eyes locked onto Kimberly’s, and they spoke just one word before being dragged away:

"Trust."

Kimberly’s blood ran cold. The word echoed in her mind, intertwining with the old woman’s warning.

"What’s going on?" Mona’s voice cut through the tension as she entered the hall, her expression livid. "Who let this happen?"

The guards froze, bowing their heads. "An intruder, my lady. We are handling it."

Mona’s eyes darted toward Kimberly, narrowing slightly. "See that you do," she snapped before turning to the girls.

"You should all be in your rooms. This isn’t a place for idle gossip."

Kimberly nodded mutely, letting Lisa and Mohandria drag her back upstairs. But her mind was racing.

Who was that intruder? Why did they look at her like that? And why did their words feel like they were meant for her alone?

As Kimberly returned to her room, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the dream, the light, and the warning were all connected. But to what end, she had no idea.

She sank onto her bed, her thoughts spiraling.

*The storm is coming. But how will I stand against it when I don’t even know who I am?*

★★★

Alpha Derrick was about to get into his car, when his phone rang and when he looked at the caller, it was an unknown caller, he hesitated a bit before answering the call.

He eventually picked up the call and he met up with words that sent chill down his spine.

Alpha Derrick’s fingers hovered over his phone as the call ended abruptly.

The husky voice echoed in his mind, each word laced with urgency and mystery. He clenched his jaw, his mind racing.

*"Help me? Kimberly? What game is this?"*

The mere suggestion that Kimberly could somehow be of benefit, rather than the thorn in his side that Mona constantly insisted she was, sent waves of confusion and frustration through him.

He needed answers, but the caller’s cryptic message only deepened the mystery.

He turned to his driver and guards who were waiting by the car. "Go back home," he said abruptly.

One of the guards frowned. "Sir, is everything all right? Where are you going?"

"I said go home," Derrick snapped, his voice firm. "I need to handle this alone."

The driver hesitated but nodded, stepping back. Derrick slid into the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel tightly as he started the engine.

His heart raced as he watched a message pop up on his phone—a location pin.

*"Thirty minutes... Who the hell is this?"*

He accelerated down the road, the streetlights casting fleeting shadows across his face. His thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions.

*What truth could this person possibly know? What if it’s a trap? Mona always says Kimberly is dangerous... but what if we’ve been wrong?*

He shook his head, trying to silence the doubts. The road stretched ahead, empty and silent except for the hum of his engine.

As he approached the location, the scenery changed. The bustling streets of the pack’s main town gave way to a quiet, desolate area on the outskirts.

Trees loomed tall and foreboding on either side of the road, their branches reaching like skeletal fingers toward the sky.

Derrick slowed the car as he reached the pin’s endpoint—a clearing surrounded by dense forest.

Two figures emerged from the shadows as his car came to a halt. Both were dressed in black, their faces obscured by masks.

He stepped out cautiously, his hand instinctively brushing the small blade strapped to his side.

"Alpha Derrick," one of the men said, his voice cold and impersonal...