Reclaimed By The Alpha King
Chapter 131

Chapter 131: Chapter 131

The cool evening breeze swept through the large pack garden as Alpha Derrick walked alone, his hands clasped behind his back.

It had been ages since he took such a walk, and the rare sight of their alpha strolling unaccompanied caught the guards off guard.

They bowed their heads deeply in respect as he passed, murmuring their greetings.

Derrick only nodded briefly in acknowledgment, his thoughts too heavy to engage further.

*Kimberly... She’s a puzzle, a stubborn one. She’s acting rigid, yes, but that’s expected after everything.

How do I make her drop her guard? How do I make her trust me just enough?

I need her. Not as she is now—but for what she is capable of bringing me.* Derrick’s face twisted with frustration as he pondered.

His steps, though unhurried, were purposeful, and before long, he found himself at the door of the old physician’s chamber.

The guards stationed there stiffened at the sight of him and quickly bowed low.

"Alpha," one of them greeted.

Derrick gave them a curt nod and stepped inside.

The room smelled of herbs and burning sage, and the old physician stood hunched over a wooden table, grinding dried leaves into powder.

The man didn’t turn around immediately, too engrossed in his work.

"I am not attending to anyone tonight. Come back in the morning," the old man said gruffly, still focused on his task.

Derrick’s boots thudded softly on the stone floor as he walked further into the room.

"Do you make it a habit of turning away your alpha?" Derrick’s voice was calm but carried an unmistakable edge.

The old physician froze mid-motion and spun around, his eyes widening in shock.

"Alpha Derrick... forgive my ignorance. I didn’t realize it was you." He quickly bowed his head, his voice softer now. "Are you unwell, my alpha?"

Derrick didn’t answer immediately. He let his sharp gaze wander over the cluttered room

—jars of herbs, scrolls of parchment, and ancient texts stacked haphazardly.

Finally, he moved to sit on a worn wooden stool near the table.

"I’m here for answers," Derrick said, his tone commanding. "I need your knowledge."

The old man’s brow furrowed slightly, but he quickly masked his unease.

"I am but a simple healer, my alpha. My knowledge is limited, but I will do my best to assist you."

Derrick leaned forward, his piercing eyes fixed on the old man. "Tell me what you know about Kimberly. Don’t waste my time with lies or half-truths."

The physician’s heart skipped a beat, though he kept his face neutral.

*So he knows something... but how much?*

"Kimberly," the old man began carefully, "is a remarkable young woman.

I’ve always sensed she’s different—special, even.

The threats she has endured, the strength she carries despite her circumstances—it’s uncommon.

But beyond that..." He paused, lowering his gaze. "I don’t know what makes her so important."

Derrick’s eyes narrowed as he studied the man.

*He’s holding something back. But what?*

"So, you claim to know nothing more about her?" Derrick pressed, his tone cold.

The physician straightened slightly, meeting Derrick’s gaze.

"I have not been able to figure her out completely. But I believe—no, I know—there’s something extraordinary about her. I just don’t know what it is yet."

The silence in the room grew thick. Derrick leaned back, his expression unreadable, but his mind was working furiously.

*He’s hiding something. The question is: how much does he know?*

After a moment, Derrick shifted his approach.

"Fine. If you can’t tell me about Kimberly, then tell me about the prophecy of the moon goddess. I know you’ve studied it."

The old man’s face faltered for a split second, but he quickly recovered, forcing a smile.

"The prophecy of the moon goddess is a tale of hope, Alpha. It speaks of balance, of a chosen one who will bring light to the packs.

But it is ancient—two centuries old. I doubt anyone alive today will see its fulfillment."

Derrick tilted his head, his gaze sharp. "Do you really believe that?"

The old man hesitated, choosing his words carefully.

"It’s not that I don’t believe, Alpha, but it has been so long... no signs, no proof. Perhaps the story has become just that—a story."

*Lies. He’s dodging my questions.* Derrick’s jaw tightened as he stood, his imposing figure casting a long shadow across the room.

He took a slow step toward the old man, who instinctively tensed.

"The moon goddess is alive," Derrick said, his voice low but charged with certainty.

The old physician’s eyes widened slightly, but he quickly bowed his head, his hands trembling slightly. "If you say so, Alpha."

Derrick smirked faintly, though it didn’t reach his eyes. He turned and began walking toward the door, pausing just before stepping out.

"And one more thing," Derrick said without turning back.

"If I find out you’ve been withholding anything from me, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Alpha," the old man replied quickly, his voice steady but his heart pounding.

With that, Derrick walked out, his mind racing.

*The moon goddess is alive, and Kimberly is the key. The old man knows more, but he’s too scared to speak.

No matter. I’ll find out everything soon enough.*

As he disappeared into the night, the old physician slumped against the table, his hands gripping its edges tightly.

*Derrick knows too much. If he pushes further... if he discovers the truth... the entire pack and Kimberly’s life could be thrown into chaos.*

★★★

The morning sun streamed through the windows of the pack house, casting long shadows along the polished floors.

Mona sat in the spacious living room, sipping her tea. Her mind, however, was far from calm.

The moment her trusted informant walked in, bowing deeply, she set her cup down with a soft clink.

"Greetings to you, Luna," the man said, his head low, not daring to meet her gaze.

"Speak," Mona said, her voice sharp but controlled.

"It’s about Kimberly," he began, his words deliberate.

"It’s confirmed—she is the moon goddess. However, the good news for us is that she doesn’t yet understand herself or the powers she holds."

The color drained slightly from Mona’s face, though she masked her shock with a calm expression.

Still, her fingers tapped anxiously on the armrest of her chair.

"What do you think we can do now?" she asked, her tone quieter, but no less intense.

The man hesitated briefly before speaking.

"Killing her here in the pack house, or even around this area, would be almost impossible.

Alpha Derrick has begun to take an interest in her. He’s placed extra guards to keep watch over her."

Mona’s composure began to slip. At the mention of Derrick’s interest in Kimberly, her jaw tightened, and her eyes narrowed.

*Derrick? Showing interest in that girl? This cannot happen.

She’s not just a threat to me, but now to my marriage too.

Kimberly must die. I don’t care how.* Mona’s thoughts burned with resentment.

"I have a suggestion, ma’am," the informant continued, sensing her growing anger but maintaining his bowed posture.

"Speak," Mona ordered curtly.

"If it pleases you, we can orchestrate her death by using a few of our men as sacrifices. The end result would be worth it," the man said cautiously.

Mona frowned, displeased. "Sacrificing men for her? I do not find that idea appealing.

I will handle this myself. Stand by for further instructions," she said sharply, dismissing him with a flick of her hand.

The man bowed low and quickly left.

Mona stood up immediately, her mind racing. She couldn’t afford to waste time.

Grabbing her shawl, she marched out of the room with her guards flanking her.

On her way to the maids’ quarters, she suddenly stopped in her tracks when she saw Kimberly, accompanied by Mohandria, Kaitlyn, and Lisa.

They were just returning from Elena’s place, chatting softly among themselves.

The moment they saw Mona approaching, they froze, instinctively bowing their heads in respect.

"Good morning, Luna," they all said in unison, their voices subdued.

Mona’s cold gaze landed directly on Kimberly, and she stepped closer to her, ignoring the others.

Her guards moved swiftly, guiding Kimberly’s friends to stand at a distance.

Though they were out of earshot, they could still see the interaction, concern etched on their faces.

"I want a word with you, Kimberly," Mona said, her tone sharp yet oddly calm.

"Or let me put it this way—I have an offer for you."

Kimberly’s brow furrowed slightly in confusion, though she kept her composure.

"An offer?" she asked, her voice steady but cautious.

Mona nodded, taking a moment to study Kimberly’s face, as if searching for cracks in her confidence.

"I will be straightforward," Mona began, her voice low but deliberate.

"I am offering you a chance to leave this pack. You can go far away and live as a free person, with no one to bother you.

But..." She paused, her lips curling into a faint, humorless smile.

"You must never return here again. That is my only condition."

Kimberly blinked, startled. The words hung in the air like a heavy weight.

*What’s Mona playing at?* Kimberly thought, her mind racing.

"Why would you grant me such an offer?" Kimberly asked, her tone calm, but her heart pounded in her chest.

Mona raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on her lips.

"Let’s just say I’ve seen your struggles and thought it was time to help. Consider it... compassion."

Kimberly’s gaze narrowed slightly, searching Mona’s face for any sign of sincerity.

"Compassion? From you?"

Mona chuckled lightly, though there was no warmth in the sound.

"Believe it or not, I can be kind when I want to be. You have two days to decide. After that, the offer is off the table."

Kimberly opened her mouth to respond, but before she could say a word, Mona turned sharply on her heel.

"Think it through, Kimberly," Mona said over her shoulder, her voice carrying a faint edge of mockery.

Her guards fell into step behind her as she walked away, leaving Kimberly standing frozen in place, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

From a distance, Mohandria, Kaitlyn, and Lisa watched with anxious expressions, unsure of what had just transpired but sensing that it was far from good.

*What is she planning? Why offer me freedom now? This feels wrong. Too wrong.*

Kimberly’s fists clenched at her sides as she stared after Mona, who disappeared into the distance without so much as a backward glance...

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