Reclaimed By The Alpha King
Chapter 110

Chapter 110: Chapter 110

Alpha Derrick stepped into his home, the weight of the night’s events pressing down on him like an iron shackle.

The grand living room, usually a place of peace and luxury, felt suffocating tonight.

Mona was seated on her favorite velvet chair, her posture poised but her gaze sharp.

Her lips curled into a faint smile that did not reach her eyes as she watched her husband enter.

"Derrick," she began, her voice sweet but laced with mockery, "back so soon? Or are you just avoiding me altogether now?"

He stopped midway into the room and offered a brief, cold nod. "Good evening, Mona." His tone was distant, devoid of its usual warmth.

Mona’s eyes narrowed. "O’ great Alpha Derrick," she mocked, her voice rising, "has it become too much trouble for you to spend even a few minutes with your wife?

Or is there something more pressing on your mind than your own household?"

He stood frozen, his jaw clenched. For a moment, he contemplated saying something to placate her, but the storm in his mind drowned out any attempt at diplomacy.

"I need to be alone," he said coldly, and without another glance, he turned and made his way toward his room.

"Alone?" Mona called after him, her voice tinged with fury. "Is that your answer to everything now? Fine! Be alone, Derrick, but don’t expect me to sit here like a fool forever!"

Derrick ignored her, his footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway.

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Once inside his room, Derrick locked the door and leaned against it, exhaling heavily.

The cryptic meeting he’d just attended replayed in his mind. The book he carried felt heavier than it should in his hand, as though it pulsed with an unseen energy.

He walked to his study table and placed the book down carefully, as though afraid it might shatter or explode.

For a long moment, he stared at it, debating whether to open it.

*What if it’s a trap? What if the information inside isn’t meant for me?*

But curiosity, sharper and more persistent than fear, won out. He finally flipped the cover open, revealing ancient, weathered pages inscribed with silver ink.

The first words sent a chill down his spine:

**"This is the eternal book of prophecy about the final birth of the moon goddess."**

He read the line aloud, his voice shaky. As he spoke, the temperature in the room seemed to drop.

A faint breeze stirred, though the windows were tightly shut. Goosebumps prickled his skin, and a strange sensation crawled up his spine, as if the room itself was listening.

Derrick hesitated but continued reading, each word pulling him deeper into the mystery:

**"The moon goddess will be reborn in mortal form, bearing power beyond imagination.

Whosoever stands with her shall inherit strength to rule the world. But woe unto those who betray her, for their fall shall be eternal and without mercy."**

He sat back, his heart pounding like a drum. The words felt alive, echoing in his mind long after he had read them.

"Kimberly," he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible. Was she the moon goddess this book spoke of?

He flipped to another page, his hands trembling. The next passage chilled him even further:

**"She will be surrounded by three candles—guiding lights who will stand in her darkest hour. Yet a fourth candle burns alone, shrouded in mystery, its light both a beacon and a curse."**

The image of Kimberly’s friends—Mohandria, Lisa, and Kaitlyn—flashed through his mind.

They had always been loyal to her. But who was the lone candle? Was it him?

Suddenly, the room grew colder. A strange wind began swirling around him, lifting the edges of the book’s pages.

Derrick stumbled back, fear clutching at his chest. The words on the page seemed to glow faintly, and he felt an overwhelming urge to close the book.

"Enough," he muttered, slamming the cover shut. The wind stopped instantly, leaving the room eerily silent.

Derrick sat back down, his thoughts racing. *Whoever has the moon goddess around them will rule the world and become unstoppable.* Those words repeated in his mind like a mantra.

He looked at the book, now closed but still radiating an unsettling energy.

His instincts screamed at him to hide it, to ensure no one else would see it.

He rose quickly, moving to the small hidden compartment in his closet.

After checking to make sure no one was outside his room, he slid the book into the compartment and locked it securely.

As he turned away, Derrick felt a pang of unease. Hiding the book didn’t erase what he had read.

*If Kimberly truly is the moon goddess... what does that mean for me? For Mona? For our pack?*

He sank into the chair by his window, staring out at the night sky. The moon hung high, its pale light casting an otherworldly glow across the landscape.

*What if the prophecy is true? What if Kimberly really is the key to ultimate power?*

The thought was tempting but terrifying. If Mona found out, she would stop at nothing to destroy Kimberly, prophecy or not.

But Derrick wasn’t sure he wanted to let Mona continue down her reckless path.

As the night deepened, Derrick remained lost in thought, his mind a battlefield of conflicting emotions.

The words from the book echoed in his ears, refusing to let him rest.

For the first time in years, the mighty Alpha Derrick felt truly powerless.

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The morning sun was just beginning to climb into the sky, casting a soft, golden light over the pack grounds.

Kimberly rubbed her eyes as she stepped out of her small room, tying her hair back as she prepared to join the others for the day’s work.

The crisp air carried a sense of normalcy, but her heart was heavy with the strange dreams and events that had been haunting her.

As she walked toward the pack grounds, she saw Mohandria, Lisa, and Kaitlyn approaching from the opposite direction.

Their faces lit up when they spotted her, but there was an underlying tension in their expressions.

"Good morning," Kimberly greeted with a small smile, hoping to push away her worries for now.

"Morning," the three replied in unison, though their tones lacked their usual cheerfulness.

Mohandria stepped forward, her gaze steady and intense. "Kimberly, we need to talk."

The seriousness in her voice sent a chill down Kimberly’s spine. Mohandria was rarely this solemn, especially not so early in the day.

"Okay, but... is everything alright?" Kimberly asked, scanning their faces for clues.

Instead of answering, Mohandria exchanged a silent look with the others.

Without another word, they each took one of Kimberly’s hands and guided her toward a secluded spot near the edge of the forest.

Kimberly felt her heartbeat quicken. "You’re scaring me. What’s going on?"

Once they were sure no one was around, Kaitlyn broke the silence. "Kimberly, we’re worried about you." Her voice was calm but carried a weight of concern.

"We’ve noticed things... strange things. And we think someone has been watching you."

Kimberly’s eyes widened slightly, but she quickly tried to brush it off. "Watching me? That’s... no, you’re imagining things. Why would anyone—"

"Kimberly," Liza interrupted, stepping closer. "We’ve seen the way you’ve been acting lately. You’re distracted, nervous. You’re not yourself."

"I’m fine. Really, I’m—"

"No, you’re not," Mohandria interjected firmly. "We don’t need you to explain or pretend with us. We’re your friends. We’re not blind to the fact that something is wrong."

Kimberly opened her mouth to protest again, but Mohandria held up a hand, stopping her.

"We just want you to know something, Kimberly. Whatever it is, whatever you’re dealing with, you’re not alone.

We may not understand it fully, but we will stand by you. We’ll fight with you and for you, no matter what."

The words hit Kimberly harder than she expected.

Tears welled up in her eyes before she could stop them, spilling down her cheeks as she looked at her friends. Their faces were filled with nothing but sincerity and concern.

"I..." Kimberly’s voice broke, and she quickly wiped her tears. "I don’t know what to say. I... I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear that."

Kaitlyn placed a hand on her shoulder. "You don’t have to say anything. Just know that we’re here for you. Always."

The three of them moved closer, wrapping Kimberly in a tight group hug.

She stood in the middle of their embrace, her tears soaking into their shoulders. For the first time in weeks, she felt a small flicker of hope.

After a few moments, they pulled back. Lisa smiled warmly. "Whatever’s going on, we’ll figure it out together."

Kimberly sniffled and nodded, finally allowing a small smile to tug at her lips.

"Thank you. You guys... you’re more than friends. You’re family."

The words seemed to solidify something between them, a bond that felt unbreakable.

As they began walking back toward the pack grounds, their light conversation helped to ease the tension.

But just as Kimberly started to feel a sense of normalcy, something caught her eye. Across the clearing, a shadowy figure lingered near the edge of the trees.

It was too far to make out details, but the figure was clearly watching them.

Kimberly’s steps faltered, her heart skipping a beat. She blinked, and the figure was gone.

"What’s wrong?" Mohandria asked, noticing Kimberly’s hesitation.

"It’s... nothing," Kimberly lied, forcing herself to keep walking.

She couldn’t tell them about the figure. Not yet. Not until she understood it herself.

They reached the pack grounds where the other maids were already busy with their morning tasks. As they prepared to join in, Kimberly turned to her friends one last time.

"I promise to always tell you guys everything," she said, her voice steady but filled with emotion. "You are my family, and I now know I can’t do this without you."

A small smile crossed her lips, but deep down, a storm of uncertainty still brewed.

She had made a promise, but how much could she truly share?

For now, she would hold on to their support, even as the shadows of her secrets loomed larger than ever...