Reclaimed By The Alpha King
Chapter 117

Chapter 117: Chapter 117

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silver glow over the pack’s territory.

Kimberly sat on the edge of her bed, her mind still spinning from the events of the previous day.

Mohandria sat cross-legged on the rug near the window, scribbling notes in her journal.

"You’ve been awfully quiet," Mohandria said, not looking up from her notebook. "What’s on your mind, Kim?"

Kimberly sighed, running her fingers through her hair. "Everything. The shooting, the secrets... I feel like I’m trapped in a puzzle where every piece is missing."

Mohandria closed her journal and stood. "Well, that’s not entirely true. We know someone’s after you.

We know there are people watching us. And we know you’re... special."

"Special," Kimberly repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Special enough to attract danger wherever I go." She sighed again, lying back on her bed.

"I just wish I knew why all of this is happening."

Before Mohandria could reply, the door creaked open, and Lisa, their other friend, poked her head in. "You two still awake? I thought I heard voices."

"Come in," Mohandria said, waving her over.

"Where is Kaitlyn ?" Kimberly asked.

"She has already slept off when I checked up on her" Lisa replied calmly.

Lisa entered, closing the door behind her. She looked uneasy. "I have something to tell you both, but I don’t know if it’s even worth mentioning."

"Anything is worth mentioning right now," Kimberly said, sitting up. "Spill."

Lisa hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. "I overheard some guards talking earlier.

They said the person who got shot last night wasn’t from our pack. And there was something strange about the blood trail.

It disappeared halfway through the forest, like the person just vanished into thin air."

Kimberly and Mohandria exchanged a glance.

"That doesn’t make any sense," Mohandria said. "How can a blood trail just vanish?"

"Exactly," Lisa said. "And get this—they think it might’ve been a rogue, but... I don’t know. Something about it felt off. Like they were holding back information."

Kimberly’s stomach churned. "Why would they do that? If there’s a threat, shouldn’t we all know about it?"

Lisa shrugged. "Maybe they don’t want to start a panic. Or maybe... maybe it’s something bigger than we realize."

Mohandria crossed her arms. "Bigger than we realize? Great. Just what we needed."

Kimberly rubbed her temples. "I need to sleep. My head is spinning. Let’s talk more in the morning, okay?"

Mohandria nodded, and Lisa gave her a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. "We’re in this together, Kim. Don’t forget that."

As her friends left the room, Kimberly lay back on her bed, staring at the ceiling.

Her mind was a whirlwind of questions with no answers. Eventually, exhaustion claimed her, and she drifted into a restless sleep.

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Kimberly found herself standing in the middle of a vast, barren field.

The sky was a strange shade of purple, and a chilling wind whipped around her, carrying whispers she couldn’t quite make out.

"Hello?" she called out, her voice echoing eerily. "Is anyone there?"

The whispers grew louder, forming words that sent shivers down her spine. *"You are the key. You are the curse."*

"What does that mean?" she shouted, turning in circles to find the source of the voice. "Who’s there?"

Suddenly, the ground beneath her feet cracked, and she stumbled backward.

From the fissure, a blinding light emerged, revealing two figures standing opposite each other.

One was cloaked in darkness, its face hidden, and the other radiated a golden glow, its features soft and kind.

"Choose," the glowing figure said, its voice calm yet commanding.

"Choose what?" Kimberly asked, panic creeping into her voice.

"Your path," the dark figure replied, its voice a haunting whisper.

Kimberly looked between them, her heart pounding. "I don’t understand. What path? What am I supposed to do?"

The glowing figure stepped forward, extending a hand toward her. "You can unite them. Bring peace."

The dark figure mirrored the gesture, its hand cloaked in shadow. "Or you can destroy them all. Bring freedom."

Kimberly shook her head, stepping back. "I don’t want to destroy anyone!"

"Every choice has a cost," the glowing figure said.

"And every cost has a reward," the dark figure added.

Kimberly’s breath quickened as the ground began to shake violently.

The light and dark figures started to merge, their forms blurring until they became a single entity with shifting features.

"You cannot escape your destiny," the entity said, its voice a blend of the two.

"I don’t even know what my destiny is!" Kimberly screamed.

The entity reached out, placing a hand on her chest. A surge of energy shot through her, and she fell to her knees.

Images flooded her mind—faces she didn’t recognize, battles she couldn’t comprehend, and a symbol glowing brightly on her palm.

The whispers returned, louder this time. *"You are the key. You are the curse. The choice is yours."*

Kimberly gasped as the ground gave way beneath her, and she fell into a void of darkness.

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She woke with a start, sitting upright in bed. Her heart was racing, her body drenched in sweat.

She looked down at her hands, half-expecting to see the glowing symbol, but there was nothing.

"What... what was that?" she whispered to herself, her voice trembling.

Her mind replayed the dream over and over, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t make sense of it.

All she knew was that it wasn’t just a dream. It felt too real, too vivid.

"Am I the key? Or the curse?" she muttered, staring at her trembling hands.

The questions lingered, unanswered, as the first rays of dawn began to creep through her window.

★★★

The next day, Kimberly made her way to the old physician’s place to talk to him about everything she’s been going through.

The old physician carefully put down the blood sample he was examining and folded his arms, his gaze fixed on Kimberly.

"Kimberly," he said softly, "I’ve always felt there’s more to your story than you know. Maybe it’s time we uncover it together."

Before Kimberly could respond, Elena interrupted, her voice steady yet layered with an undercurrent of urgency.

"You’ve been carrying too much weight for someone so young. I can see it in your eyes, Kimberly. The questions, the doubts, the fear."

Kimberly clenched her hands together. "I don’t even know what I’m afraid of anymore.

Every time I think I’m close to understanding, something new happens, and I’m back where I started."

Elena placed a hand on Kimberly’s shoulder, her grip firm but reassuring. "Do you trust me?"

Kimberly hesitated, glancing at the physician, whose expression offered no hints. Finally, she nodded. "I... I think I do."

Elena leaned back, her gaze momentarily drifting to the physician before settling on Kimberly again.

"Do you remember the night you arrived here? You were just that angry girl, scared and clinging to that old pendant around your neck."

Kimberly instinctively reached for the pendant hanging beneath her shirt.

"Yes. My mother told me to never take it off. She said it would protect me."

Elena’s lips pressed into a thin line. "She wasn’t wrong, but shw didn’t tell you the whole truth, did she?"

Kimberly’s breath hitched. "What truth? What are you talking about?"

The physician finally broke his silence. "Kimberly, we’ve all suspected there’s something extraordinary about you.

Your resilience, your instincts—they’re not just natural gifts. They’re inherited."

"Inherited?" Kimberly echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Elena nodded. "Yes, and the answers you seek are tied to your past.

A past that was hidden from you for your own protection. But hiding it has only made things worse, hasn’t it?"

Kimberly’s eyes darted between the two of them. "You’re saying my mother lied to me? That my whole life has been some... some secret?"

"Not a lie," Elena corrected. "A shield. A necessary one. But now, that shield is crumbling, and you’re exposed."

Kimberly’s hands began to tremble. "Then why didn’t you tell me any of this before? Why now?"

Elena took a deep breath, her tone softening. "Because until now, I wasn’t sure if you were ready.

But the events of the past few days... they’ve forced my hand. It’s time you see the truth for yourself."

The physician spoke again, his voice low and measured.

"What ma’am Elena is suggesting is dangerous, Kimberly. Are you certain you’re ready to face whatever lies ahead?"

Kimberly’s heart pounded in her chest. She wanted answers, but the idea of stepping into the unknown filled her with dread.

"I don’t know if I’m ready," she admitted, her voice trembling. "But I’m tired of being in the dark."

Elena’s expression softened. "Then it’s decided. Tonight, I will take you to a place that might hold the answers you’ve been searching for."

Kimberly swallowed hard, her nerves threatening to overwhelm her. "What kind of place?"

Elena stood, her gaze unwavering. "A place where the past meets the present. A place that holds the key to your destiny."

The room fell silent, the weight of Elena’s words settling heavily in the air.

Kimberly’s mind raced with questions, but before she could voice any of them, Elena added,

"Prepare yourself, Kimberly. This journey will change everything..."