Reclaimed By The Alpha King
Chapter 118

Chapter 118: Chapter 118

Kimberly stared at Elena, her hands trembling even more now.

Her heart told her this was the moment she had been waiting for, but her fear whispered that she wasn’t ready.

The old physician sighed, his voice tinged with both caution and support. "My lady, are you sure about this?"

Elena glanced at him, her expression resolute. "There’s no turning back now. She needs to know the truth."

Kimberly felt a lump rise in her throat as she nodded slowly. "Okay. I’ll go with you."

Elena placed a reassuring hand on Kimberly’s shoulder. "Good. Then be ready. We leave at nightfall."

Kimberly sitting in stunned silence, her mind a whirl of anticipation, fear, and hope as Elena’s promise echoed in her ears: *"This journey will change everything."*

★★★★★★

Alpha Derrick sat in his study, the dim light casting shadows on his face.

His mind raced, filled with doubts, suspicions, and unanswered questions.

The recent events in the pack weighed heavily on him—Kimberly’s mysterious role, Mona’s peculiar behavior, and the shooting that no one could explain.

He clenched his fists on the desk, the veins in his hands visible under the strain.

"Enough," he whispered to himself, standing abruptly. If he wanted answers, he needed to start somewhere. And Mona was as good a place as any.

*I will have to play a game of mind and wisdom with Mona to get to the root of all these problems* he thought to himself.

Walking down the hall to Mona’s room, Derrick prepared himself for the confrontation.

He had been married to her long enough to know she wouldn’t give anything away easily. He pushed the door open without knocking.

Mona looked up from a book she had been reading, her perfectly composed face betraying a flicker of surprise before settling into a calm expression.

"Derrick," she said, her voice smooth, "what brings you here at this hour? Hope all is well?"

Derrick sat down beside her on the edge of the bed, his intense gaze never leaving her. He took a deep breath, his shoulders tense.

"Mona, you are my wife," he began, his voice measured but heavy. "I want to trust you. I want to believe in you completely. But right now... I need you to help me do that."

Mona tilted her head slightly, feigning confusion. "What do you mean? You’ve always trusted me, Derrick. Why are you questioning that now?"

"I need you to tell me everything you know," Derrick said, leaning closer. "About Kimberly. About what’s been happening in the pack. The shooting. All of it."

Mona’s heart raced, but she kept her face composed.

She paused, pretending to be deep in thought, while her mind scrambled for a response.

*What is he playing at? Is this a test? Or does he already suspect me?*

"Why would I know anything more than you do, Derrick?" Mona asked, her voice soft but defensive.

"You are the Alpha. If there’s anything significant, you would know first."

Derrick sighed and reached for her hands, holding them firmly. "Mona, this isn’t about rank or responsibility.

I’m asking you as my partner, my wife. Tell me what you know."

Mona hesitated. She realized that Derrick wasn’t going to drop this easily.

She decided to give him just enough to satisfy his curiosity without exposing herself.

"Hmm," she said, locking eyes with him. "I’ll tell you what I think, but promise me you’ll believe me."

"I’m listening," Derrick said, his tone steady.

"Something about Kimberly doesn’t sit right with me," Mona began, her voice low and deliberate.

"She’s always been different. I believe she’s involved with an external force, someone trying to weaken the pack from within.

I’ve been observing her, but I haven’t found concrete proof yet. It’s just... a feeling."

Derrick studied her face closely. She was good at this—mixing half-truths with lies, weaving a narrative that sounded plausible.

But he knew better than to take her words at face value.

"And the shooting?" he asked, his voice sharp.

Mona shook her head. "I don’t know who’s responsible. But if it’s connected to Kimberly, it wouldn’t surprise me. You know how outsiders can be."

Derrick leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing. He nodded slowly, pretending to accept her explanation.

"Thank you for telling me this," he said. "But if you learn anything else, anything at all, I need you to come to me immediately. We can’t afford secrets, Mona."

"Of course," she replied smoothly, offering a faint smile. "We’re in this together, Derrick."

Derrick stood up, glancing down at her. "I hope so," he said simply before turning to leave the room.

As the door closed behind him, Mona exhaled, letting her mask slip for a moment.

She thought she had managed to steer Derrick away from her true involvement, but his sudden questioning left her uneasy.

*He’s watching me more closely than I realized. I’ll need to tread carefully.*

Derrick walked down the corridor, his mind racing. Her words played in his head.

Kimberly? An outsider? He knew better than to trust Mona’s version of events. *She’s lying. She knows more than she’s letting on.*

Once he reached his room, he closed the door behind him and stood before the large mirror.

His reflection stared back at him, a mix of anger and resolve etched into his features.

"Mona is playing with fire," he muttered under his breath. "And I’ll let her know I’m the one in charge of the whole game she’s playing."

His words hung in the air, the room silent except for the faint sound of his steady breathing.

For now, he had let her believe she was in control. But Derrick was far from done.

★★★

Alpha Theo had been restless for days. Trust within his inner circle had been eroding, and it felt as if the walls were closing in on him.

For this reason, he had been driving alone, leaving his bodyguards behind, hoping to move unnoticed and uncover the truth faster.

On this particular day, he parked his black SUV in the corner lot of a busy shopping mall.

He stepped inside briefly to grab a few essentials.

With his senses heightened, he scanned every corner, every face. Paranoia had become his companion.

As he stepped out of the mall carrying a small paper bag, the sharp chirp of his phone cut through his thoughts.

The caller ID displayed "Unknown Number." His instincts told him to ignore it, and so he let it ring out.

Just as he placed the bag into the passenger seat, the phone began ringing again.

Same unknown number. His curiosity got the better of him this time, and he swiped to answer.

"Alpha Theo," a distorted voice greeted him, thick with mockery. The caller laughed, a chilling, mechanical sound.

"Don’t tell me you’re scared of a mere phone call from an unknown number."

Theo’s jaw tightened. His grip on the phone firmed as his body tensed.

But he replied coolly, "You’re the one who sounds scared. Hiding behind a voice changer and an untraceable number? Who’s the coward here?

Now, tell me, who are you, and why are you calling me?"

There was a brief silence on the other end, as if Theo’s words had struck a nerve.

"Scared?" the caller finally spat, his tone colder now.

"Hardly. I’m calling to give you a warning. Stay away from two people—Alpha Darwin and Kimberly.

They are not your concern. Poking into their affairs is dangerous, even for someone like you."

Theo’s lips curled into a faint smirk. "And if I don’t?" His tone grew sharper.

"What happens then? Are you going to bore me with more empty threats?"

The distorted voice chuckled darkly. "Empty threats, you say? Watch this."

Before Theo could react, a deafening *BANG* echoed through the air.

His car shook slightly as the passenger-side window cracked, the reinforced glass holding firm but showing a clear bullet mark.

Theo’s phone slipped from his hand in shock, but he quickly dove into his bulletproof car, slamming the door shut behind him.

His heart raced, but his face betrayed none of his inner turmoil.

"That," the caller hissed through the phone’s speaker, still active on the floor, "is how close I am to ending your life. The next time, I won’t be so kind."

Theo snatched the phone back up, his fury barely contained.

"Whoever you are, you just made the biggest mistake of your life."

But the line had already gone dead.

He sat there in silence for a moment, gripping the steering wheel tightly. His mind raced.

Whoever this was clearly had resources and precision. But what unsettled him more was the mention of Alpha Darwin and Kimberly.

Why were they being watched or followed by someone who was willing to go to such extremes?

His breathing steadied, but his anger boiled over. Slamming his fist against the dashboard, he yelled, "No one dares to do this to me! No one!"

His voice grew louder, reverberating through the car. "This is war, and I will gladly take it with both hands!"