Reclaimed By The Alpha King
Chapter 112

Chapter 112: Chapter 112

Mona paced her lavish room, her heels clicking against the marble floor as the glow from the chandelier cast her in an almost ethereal light.

Her phone was pressed tightly against her ear as she spoke with a cold and calculated tone.

"How far have you gone with the plans?" Mona demanded, her voice dripping with authority.

On the other end, the man’s voice was steady but cautious.

"We are progressing quickly, ma’am. As I speak, my men are stationed near the physician’s place, watching her every move.

Once she steps out, we’ll proceed to the next phase of the operation."

Mona’s lips curled into a sly smile. "Good. Make sure there’s no room for error. I want no traces, no loose ends.

This has to be clean." Her voice sharpened, leaving no room for argument.

"Yes, ma’am. I’ll personally oversee the operation and ensure everything goes as planned.

I assure you, success is guaranteed," the man replied confidently.

"See that it is," Mona snapped before ending the call. She set her phone down on the table, her fingers lingering over it for a moment as if to solidify her control over the situation.

Mona turned toward the full-length mirror that stood in the corner of her room.

It was adorned with ornate gold carvings, a testament to her obsession with power and status.

She stared at her reflection, a smug grin spreading across her face.

"This is it," she muttered, running her hands down the fabric of her silk robe. "It’s finally coming to an end.

Whatever foolish prophecy they think she embodies will be destroyed by me."

Her eyes sparkled with malice as she leaned closer to the mirror, almost as if she were speaking to her reflection.

"No one will take my place as Luna. I am the only queen in this pack, and I won’t let some weak little girl interfere with what I’ve built."

She stepped back from the mirror and laughed, a chilling sound that echoed throughout the room.

The thought of Kimberly being taken out of the equation filled her with a twisted sense of joy.

But as she turned to pour herself a glass of wine, a sharp knock interrupted her thoughts.

"Come in," Mona called out, her voice curt.

One of her trusted spies entered, his head bowed low. "Ma’am, there’s something you should know.

We spotted someone lingering near the physician’s cabin—one of Kimberly’s friends."

Mona’s eyes narrowed. "Which one?"

"The one called Mohandria," the spy replied.

Mona clenched her jaw, pacing the room. "That girl again.

Always meddling, always poking her nose where it doesn’t belong." She paused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "This could complicate things, but it won’t stop me."

The spy hesitated before speaking. "Shall we proceed as planned, or would you like us to make adjustments?"

Mona’s smirk returned. "No adjustments. If Mohandria gets in the way, deal with her. I don’t care how. Just make sure Kimberly is the focus."

"Yes, ma’am." The spy bowed deeply before retreating from the room.

As the door closed, Mona let out a sigh, her emotions a mix of satisfaction and lingering frustration.

She walked back to the mirror, her fingers tracing the golden frame.

"You think you have friends who can protect you, Kimberly," Mona sneered. "But they’ll fall like leaves in the wind once I’m done with them. No one can stop what’s coming."

She swirled the wine in her glass, taking a long sip before setting it down on her bedside table.

Her thoughts drifted to Derrick, and a flash of irritation crossed her face.

"Even you, Derrick, won’t see this coming. You may play the honorable alpha, but I know what you truly desire—control.

And I’ll be the one to give it to you, on my terms."

Mona moved to her massive wardrobe, pulling out a velvet box. Inside was a delicate silver necklace adorned with a single blood-red gemstone.

She held it up to the light, admiring its beauty.

"This will be my crown jewel, the symbol of my victory," she whispered, fastening it around her neck.

"When all this is over, I’ll be more than just Luna. I’ll be unstoppable."

The room seemed to grow colder, the air heavy with the weight of her ambitions.

Mona turned off the lights, leaving only the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains.

She climbed into her massive bed, sinking into the plush pillows with a satisfied sigh.

As she pulled the covers over herself, a wicked grin spread across her face.

"Sleep well, Kimberly," she murmured into the darkness. "Your days of being a threat are numbered."

With that, Mona closed her eyes, her mind swirling with visions of victory and power.

But in the back of her mind, a tiny flicker of unease lingered, a shadow she couldn’t quite shake.

Still, she dismissed it, focusing instead on the joy of her impending triumph.

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The old physician’s chamber was dimly lit, the warm glow of the lantern casting flickering shadows on the walls.

Kimberly sat stiffly on a small stool, her hands tightly clasped in her lap as she focused on the old man.

His words were heavy, and they weighed down the room.

"I will tell you a brief story," the old physician began, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that sent a chill down her spine.

"And I want you to listen very carefully to all I’m about to say."

Kimberly nodded, swallowing nervously. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she forced herself to stay calm.

The physician leaned back slightly, folding his hands in his lap. "Long ago, a prophecy was foretold about a child—an extraordinary child.

She would be like two sides of a coin: one side representing light and unity, the other representing darkness and destruction."

Kimberly’s eyebrows furrowed. She leaned forward, her curiosity piqued despite her growing unease.

"The child," the physician continued, "was destined to either unite all the packs in harmony or destroy them entirely, plunging the world into chaos.

Her choice, her heart, would determine which path she would take. She could bring either salvation or ruin."

Kimberly blinked, struggling to process what she was hearing. "But... how could one person have that kind of power?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The old man smiled faintly, though it didn’t reach his eyes.

"The ancient forces are not bound by logic, child. The prophecy isn’t about strength of body, but strength of spirit.

That child carries something within her—something that can shape the world."

"Who was this child?" Kimberly asked, her voice trembling slightly.

The old man’s expression darkened. He looked at her with a mixture of pity and resolve. "It is you, Kimberly."

The words hit her like a blow to the chest. For a moment, she could barely breathe, her mind racing as if trying to reject what she’d just heard.

"Me?" she finally managed, her voice cracking.

The physician nodded solemnly. "You are the child from the prophecy. And the choices you make will determine the fate of all wolves."

Kimberly sat back in her chair, her hands trembling. "Why... why are you only telling me this now?"

"I needed you to be ready," the old man explained.

"You’ve lived your life without the burden of this knowledge, and that has allowed you to grow into who you are today.

But the time has come for you to know the truth."

"But I’m not ready!" Kimberly exclaimed, panic lacing her words. "I don’t even know who I am. How can I carry something so big, something so... dangerous?"

The physician leaned forward, his gaze softening. "You may not feel ready, but you are stronger than you know.

Trust your instincts, Kimberly. And be cautious. There are those who know what you are, and they do not wish to see you fulfill your destiny."

Kimberly stared at him, her mind a whirlwind of fear and confusion. "Who are they? Why do they want to stop me?"

The old man shook his head. "Some fear change. Others crave power.

And there are those who would rather see the world burn than let you bring it peace."

Kimberly let out a bitter chuckle, though tears welled in her eyes. "This is insane. I’m just... me. I don’t feel powerful. I don’t feel special. I feel lost."

The physician placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Patience is a virtue of the strong, Kimberly.

Give yourself time to understand who you are. You are more than you think."

Before Kimberly could respond, she heard a noise outside the chamber—a rustling sound, faint but distinct. Her body tensed as she glanced toward the door.

"Did you hear that?" she whispered.

The old man’s eyes narrowed, his senses alert. "It’s nothing. Continue."

Kimberly hesitated, her heart pounding. "You said people know about me. How do I protect myself? What if I make the wrong choice?"

"You must trust yourself," the old man said firmly. "Your heart knows the way, even when your mind is uncertain. But remember, Kimberly—be careful who you trust. Not everyone who smiles at you is a friend."

Kimberly swallowed hard, nodding slowly. "I’ll try."

The physician nodded, his expression grim. "That’s all anyone can do. But Kimberly, understand this—your journey will not be easy. You will face trials, betrayals, and loss. But through it all, you must remain true to yourself. Only then will you find your path."

Kimberly stared at him, her mind swimming with questions. "What if I don’t want this? What if I just want to live a normal life?"

The old man sighed, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Fate does not ask for permission, child. It simply is. Whether you like it or not, this is your destiny."

Before Kimberly could respond, a loud noise echoed through the air—a gunshot.

Both Kimberly and the physician froze, their eyes snapping toward the door.

"What was that?" Kimberly whispered, her voice shaking.

The old man’s face was grave as he rose to his feet. "Stay here, Kimberly," he ordered.

But Kimberly’s heart was already racing, her mind filled with dread. She gripped the edge of her chair, her thoughts spinning.

Who fired that shot? And were they coming for her?

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