Reclaimed By The Alpha King
Chapter 113

Chapter 113: Chapter 113

Alpha Theo stepped out of his car, the moonlight reflecting off his sharp features.

The night air was cool, but a storm brewed inside him. As he approached the ancient temple, its tall, weathered pillars cast eerie shadows, adding to the heaviness in his chest.

He hesitated for a moment at the entrance, his instincts pulling him back, but he silenced them. This was no time for doubt.

The scent of incense wafted through the air as he pulled off his shoes and bowed his head low in respect before stepping inside.

The dimly lit temple was quiet, save for the rhythmic hum of an old man meditating on a simple mat.

His back was to Theo, but his presence was commanding.

"Alpha Theo," the old man spoke, his voice calm yet firm, "what brings you to my temple tonight, unannounced?"

Theo froze in his tracks. He hadn’t made a sound, yet the old man knew. "How did you know it was me?" Theo asked, astonished.

The old man chuckled softly. "You may hide your wolf from others, but you cannot hide from me. I raised you, Theo.

Your presence is as familiar as the sun rising in the east."

A faint smile flickered across Theo’s lips, but it was quickly replaced by a look of urgency.

"I need answers, old one," he began, stepping closer. "Answers about Kimberly... and how our destinies are tied together."

The old man remained still, his posture unwavering. "Life does not hand out answers on demand, Theo," he said.

"You will understand when the time is right, when the path unfolds before you."

Theo’s jaw tightened. "But she’s in danger," he pressed, his voice rising slightly.

"I can feel it, and I can’t just sit back and wait. Tell me what I need to do to protect her."

The old man let out a long sigh and finally turned his head slightly, though his eyes still didn’t meet Theo’s. "Protect her?" he echoed.

"You misunderstand, Theo. She is not the one in need of your protection. You are the one who will need her."

Theo’s brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean? She’s vulnerable. People are after her, and I can’t just stand by and let them—"

"Silence." The old man’s voice cut through Theo’s protest like a knife. "What lies within Kimberly is greater than any force you have ever known.

Greater than you, greater than me, greater than the pack wars and rivalries you cling to.

She is the key, Theo. And when the time comes, you will see it for yourself."

The weight of the old man’s words hung heavily in the air.

Theo felt a shiver run down his spine, but he couldn’t allow himself to falter. "Then what am I supposed to do?" he asked, his voice quieter now, almost pleading.

"You follow the path laid before you," the old man said simply. "Stop trying to control the flow of the universe. Trust it. Trust her."

Theo clenched his fists, frustration simmering beneath his calm exterior. "That’s not enough," he muttered.

"I need to act now. Waiting isn’t an option. She could be killed."

The old man finally turned to face Theo, his eyes piercing and wise. "Death is not the end, Theo.

And life is not always what it seems. Kimberly’s journey has already begun, and so has yours. But if you force the hand of fate, you will destroy everything, including her."

For a moment, the temple was silent except for the soft crackling of a nearby lantern.

Theo’s mind raced with questions, doubts, and fears. He wanted to demand more answers, to shake the old man until he got what he needed.

But something in the elder’s gaze stopped him.

"I’m supposed to trust a prophecy?" Theo asked bitterly. "One that could cost her life?"

"You’re supposed to trust her," the old man replied, his tone softer now. "And trust yourself.

You’ve always sought control, Theo. But some battles are won not by force, but by faith."

Theo’s shoulders slumped slightly. He hated feeling powerless, but deep down, he knew the old man was right.

"Then tell me this," Theo said, his voice low. "How do I know I’m not making the wrong choice by waiting?"

The old man gave a small, enigmatic smile. "You will know when the time comes. And when it does, you’ll understand why this moment was necessary."

Theo opened his mouth to argue, to push back, but before he could speak, the old man rose to his feet.

His movements were slow but deliberate, each step imbued with a sense of finality.

"No more questions tonight, Alpha Theo," the old man said, turning away. "Let the universe guide you. Goodnight."

Theo watched as the old man disappeared into the shadows of the temple, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

The weight of their conversation pressed down on him, as he feels helpless at that present moment.

★★★

The silence after the gunshot was deafening. Kimberly’s heart raced as she crouched behind the wooden cabinet with the old physician.

Her breathing was shallow, her mind running wild with panic and fear.

Suddenly, a horrifying thought struck her. **Mohandria was outside.**

Without thinking, Kimberly jumped to her feet, ignoring the physician’s frantic attempt to pull her back.

"I need to find her!" she cried, dashing toward the door.

"Kimberly, stop!" the old physician called, but his warning fell on deaf ears.

Before Kimberly could reach the door, three pack guards barged into the chamber, their heavy boots thudding against the floor.

"What’s going on out there?" the old physician demanded, his voice steady despite the tension in the air.

One of the guards, his uniform slightly disheveled, replied quickly. "We heard the shot, but we don’t know who fired. It came from the forest."

"There are bloodstains on the ground," added another guard, his sharp eyes scanning the room. "Do you know if anyone was out there?"

At the mention of blood, Kimberly’s stomach twisted. Her voice cracked as she yelled,

"Mohandria! What happened to her?" Without waiting for a response, she shoved past the guards and bolted out the door.

The chilly night air hit her face, but Kimberly barely noticed. Her eyes darted around the dark clearing, searching desperately.

Then, from behind a large tree, Mohandria emerged.

Kimberly’s knees almost gave out. She sprinted toward her friend and threw her arms around her, squeezing tightly.

"I thought... I thought you—" Kimberly stammered, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I’m fine," Mohandria interrupted softly, her voice calm yet urgent. She leaned closer, whispering into Kimberly’s ear,

"But I saw everything. I’ll tell you when we’re alone."

Kimberly pulled back, staring into Mohandria’s eyes. There was something in her expression—something grave and unsettling.

The old physician and the guards stepped out of the chamber, their eyes narrowing as they spotted the two girls.

"You’re safe," the lead guard said, addressing Mohandria. "But where were you when we arrived?"

Mohandria pointed toward the thick bushes where she had been hiding. "I was over there," she replied, her voice steady but laced with tension.

"Did you see anything? Anyone?" The guard’s tone was probing, his gaze sharp.

"No," Mohandria said, shaking her head. "I didn’t see anything. I was waiting for Kimberly when I heard the gunshot."

The guards exchanged suspicious glances. One of them pointed to a faint trail of blood leading toward the forest.

"That blood didn’t come from nowhere. Are you sure you didn’t see anything?"

Kimberly stepped forward, placing herself between Mohandria and the guards.

Her face was a mix of anger and defiance. "Enough with the questions! Can’t you see she’s terrified? If she knew anything, she would’ve said so already. Leave her alone!"

The guards hesitated, clearly unsure whether to press further.

Kimberly turned to the old physician, her expression softening slightly.

"Goodnight, sir. I’ll see you tomorrow." Without waiting for a response, she grabbed Mohandria’s hand and began walking away.

As they moved further from the group, Kimberly’s grip on Mohandria’s hand tightened. Her mind was spinning with questions, but she didn’t dare ask until they were completely alone.

When they were far enough from prying ears, Kimberly glanced at her friend. "Mohandria, what’s going on? What did you see?"

Mohandria looked around nervously, her voice barely above a whisper. "Kimberly, there is trouble."

The words sent a chill down Kimberly’s spine. She stopped walking, her eyes wide with fear. "What kind of trouble?"

Mohandria hesitated, glancing back toward the physician’s chamber.

Her lips trembled as she opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say another word, a distant howl pierced the night.

Both girls froze, their hearts pounding. The sound wasn’t just any howl—it was a signal.

Mohandria clutched Kimberly’s arm. "We need to get back to the others. Now."

Kimberly nodded, her mind racing as they quickened their pace.

Despite the chaos brewing around them, one thought remained clear in her mind: **Whatever this trouble was, it was coming for her.**...