Reclaimed By The Alpha King
Chapter 111

Chapter 111: Chapter 111

Alpha Theo stood by the large window of his study, staring out into the horizon as the sun cast its golden glow over his vast territory.

The weight of recent events pressed heavily on his shoulders, but his expression remained unreadable. A sharp knock on the door broke his reverie.

"Come in," he commanded, his voice calm but carrying the authority of a leader.

One of his trusted men entered the room, his head bowed respectfully. Theo turned to face him, his hands calmly slotted into his pants pockets.

"Speak on," Theo said, his sharp gaze fixed on the man.

"Sir, we’ve successfully identified a pathway into Alpha Derrick’s territory," the man began.

"It’s well-hidden and will allow us to move undetected. Getting in won’t be a problem."

Theo gave a small nod, acknowledging the progress, but his eyes didn’t waver. He sensed there was more to the report.

The man hesitated for a moment before continuing, his tone cautious. "However, there is one complication.

Kimberly is under constant surveillance. Many eyes are on her, and approaching her without being noticed will be nearly impossible."

Theo’s lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. "Don’t worry about that. Leave the rest to me. You’ve done well. Thank you for your efforts."

The man gave a slight bow and left the room. Theo remained where he stood, his thoughts racing even as his exterior remained composed.

"So, Derrick thinks he can keep Kimberly as his pawn," Theo murmured to himself, his voice low but laced with quiet determination.

"He’s playing a dangerous game, one he doesn’t fully understand."

Theo paced slowly across the room, his mind strategizing. Kimberly wasn’t just another ordinary person.

There was something about her—something that could tip the balance of power in ways Derrick couldn’t begin to grasp.

And Theo wasn’t going to let her potential go to waste.

He walked toward the door, his mind set on his next steps.

As he moved through the hallways of his mansion, his sharp ears caught snippets of conversation among his men, their voices hushed but filled with urgency.

It seemed the tension between the packs was beginning to ripple through his territory as well.

Reaching his private study, Theo closed the door behind him and locked it.

The room was his sanctuary, a place where he could think and plan without interruption.

The walls were lined with shelves filled with ancient books, maps, and files. In the center of the room was a large wooden desk, its surface meticulously organized.

Theo approached the desk and sat down, leaning back in his chair as he considered his next move.

His mind replayed the conversation he had just had. Kimberly’s situation was delicate, and one wrong move could expose his plans—or worse, put her in greater danger.

He reached for a drawer in the desk and pulled out a thick file. The cover was plain, but the contents were anything but ordinary.

Inside were documents, maps, and handwritten notes about Kimberly. Theo had been watching her for some time, long before Derrick had ever taken an interest in her.

As he opened the file, a particular note caught his eye. It was a page filled with symbols and markings that appeared ancient.

They were part of the same prophecy Derrick had likely stumbled upon, but Theo’s knowledge extended deeper. The markings hinted at something else—something even more powerful.

Theo traced his fingers over the symbols, his eyes narrowing. "If this is true," he muttered, "then Kimberly isn’t just important to this prophecy. She’s the key to everything."

The room grew quiet, save for the faint rustle of papers as Theo flipped through the file.

His concentration was broken only by the distant howl of wolves echoing through the night. It was a reminder of the fragile balance of power that could tip at any moment.

As he turned another page, Theo paused. There was a note scribbled hastily in the margins, written in his own handwriting.

It read: *Trust is the greatest weapon—and the greatest risk.*

He couldn’t afford to spook Kimberly or let Derrick suspect his involvement. But there was no time to waste. The prophecy was unfolding, and every moment counted.

Theo closed the file, his fingers lingering on the cover for a moment. His expression hardened, a mix of determination and calculation.

He carefully placed the file on the desk in front of him, leaning forward as his mind began to work through the details of his plan.

Outside the study, the mansion was alive with the subtle movements of Theo’s pack.

Alone in the study, Theo’s gaze remained fixed on the file.

The weight of his decisions pressed heavily on him, but he welcomed the challenge.

The room grew still as Theo leaned back in his chair, his thoughts swirling with possibilities and dangers.

The path ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear—Kimberly was at the center of it all.

And Theo would stop at nothing to ensure that he rescue Kimberly and set her free.

For now, though, he would wait. Timing was everything, and the next move had to be precise.

★★★

The night was quiet, with the soft rustle of leaves and distant howls of wolves breaking the silence.

Kimberly wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and prepared to leave her room for her regular checkup and medication with the old physician.

As she reached for the door, she was startled to find Mohandria standing right there, her arms crossed and a faint smile on her face.

"Mohandria, what are you doing here?" Kimberly asked, her voice a mix of surprise and curiosity.

Mohandria shrugged slightly, but her determined gaze didn’t waver. "I’ve noticed that you always sneak out around this time.

Whatever it is, I won’t let you walk alone anymore. Wherever you’re going, I’m coming with you."

Kimberly sighed, her shoulders dropping slightly. "Mohandria, I know you care about me, and I’m grateful for that, but you don’t need to—"

Mohandria raised a hand, cutting her off. "Save it. You’re my friend, Kimberly, and I’ll face whatever trouble comes because of you. I won’t change my mind."

Kimberly studied her friend’s face and knew there was no use arguing. Mohandria’s stubbornness was a force of its own.

"Fine," Kimberly relented, her tone soft but wary. "But you have to promise me you’ll keep your distance if I say so. Some things... aren’t meant for everyone."

Mohandria tilted her head, her expression curious but unyielding. "We’ll see about that. Let’s go."

The two ladies stepped into the chilly night, the moonlight illuminating their path.

The air was heavy with an unspoken tension, and Kimberly’s thoughts were restless as they walked side by side.

She couldn’t help but feel both comforted and nervous by Mohandria’s presence.

As they approached the small cabin that housed the physician, Mohandria suddenly grabbed Kimberly’s arm. "Wait," she whispered, her voice low.

"What is it?" Kimberly asked, her heart skipping a beat.

Mohandria scanned the surrounding area, her eyes narrowing. "I thought I saw someone move over there," she said, pointing toward the shadows near a tree.

Kimberly followed her gaze but saw nothing. She placed a reassuring hand on Mohandria’s shoulder.

"It’s probably just an animal. Let’s keep moving."

Reluctantly, Mohandria nodded, but her instincts kept her on high alert.

When they reached the physician’s door, Kimberly turned to Mohandria, her expression serious.

"You can’t come inside with me. There’s a reason for it, which I’ll explain later, but for now, please trust me. Just stay out here and watch my back."

Mohandria frowned but nodded after a moment of hesitation. "Alright. But call out if you need me. I’m not going far."

Kimberly offered a small smile of gratitude before stepping inside.

The room smelled of herbs and old wood. Candles flickered, casting long shadows on the walls.

The old physician sat behind a wooden table, his back hunched but his eyes sharp and alert.

"Welcome, Kimberly," he said, his voice raspier than usual. There was something in his tone that immediately put Kimberly on edge.

"Good evening," Kimberly replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

The physician gestured for her to sit. As she did, he leaned forward, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity she hadn’t seen before.

"Tonight is different," the physician said, his voice steady but grave. "Tonight, I need to tell you something important—something you must never forget."

Kimberly blinked, startled by his words. "What is it?" she asked, her voice tinged with both fear and curiosity.

The old man held up a hand, silencing her. "Before I speak, I need you to understand that what I’m about to tell you could change everything. You must listen carefully and take it to heart."

Kimberly nodded slowly, her mind already racing. Why tonight? Why this sudden urgency?

Outside, Mohandria stood guard, her eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched, but she stayed silent, her resolve firm.

Back inside, Kimberly’s heart pounded as the physician’s words replayed in her mind.

The gravity of the situation was unmistakable, and she couldn’t help but wonder what secrets he was about to reveal.

*What could he possibly have to say that’s so important?* she thought, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.

The old physician took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving hers. Kimberly swallowed hard, bracing herself for whatever was coming.

And then, the world seemed to hold its breath...