Reclaimed By The Alpha King
Chapter 180

Chapter 180: Chapter 180

The night was silent, the air heavy with tension as Alpha Derrick slipped out of his pack house alone, moving like a shadow beneath the moonlit sky.

His heart pounded against his chest, not out of fear but sheer determination.

Whoever had called him earlier had sparked a fire inside him, a fire that demanded answers, demanded power.

He would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.

On the other side of the territory, Mona was doing the same thing. She, too, had received a mysterious call.

Unlike Derrick, she masked her emotions well. She had always been a careful planner, calculating her steps like a game of chess.

But tonight, she felt an uneasy excitement coursing through her veins.

When she arrived at the secluded location, a hooded figure stood before her, extending a blindfold toward her.

"Put this on," the figure instructed in a low, emotionless voice.

Mona hesitated. She hated being vulnerable, but curiosity outweighed her caution.

Slowly, she tied the blindfold over her eyes, feeling her senses heighten in the darkness.

A firm hand grasped her arm, guiding her forward. Each step she took echoed eerily, the silence unsettling.

After a few minutes, she was stopped and the blindfold was removed. As her vision adjusted to the dimly lit room, her breath caught in her throat.

Standing before her, just as shocked, was Alpha Derrick.

Their eyes locked, a mixture of disbelief and suspicion flashing between them.

Neither spoke at first, their minds racing with a million unanswered questions.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Derrick finally broke the silence, his tone laced with suspicion.

Mona’s expression hardened. "I could ask you the same thing."

Before either could press further, a deep, husky voice filled the space, seemingly coming from nowhere.

"You both want power, yet neither of you trusts the other. Pathetic losers, I call you both."

Derrick clenched his fists. His patience was already running thin, and whoever was hiding behind the shadows was toying with him.

"Come out and face me like a real man instead of throwing words from the dark," Derrick challenged, his voice sharp with irritation.

A chuckle reverberated through the room, slow and deliberate, before the figure stepped into the light.

Derrick and Mona froze.

"Alpha Darwin?!" Mona gasped, disbelief evident in her wide eyes.

Derrick’s jaw tightened. His rage boiled to the surface. "You spineless old man," he spat, his voice dripping with venom.

"You think you can summon me like some pet? Do you have a death wish?"

Alpha Darwin merely smiled, the kind of smile that sent a shiver down one’s spine.

He took a step forward, his aged but commanding presence filling the room.

"Keep up with your arrogance, Derrick," he said smoothly, his eyes dark with warning. "Your end is near."

Derrick took a threatening step toward him.

"The next time you pull something like this, I will personally see to it that you are eliminated." His voice was low, but the danger in his tone was undeniable.

Alpha Darwin didn’t flinch. Instead, he turned his attention to Mona.

"And you," he said, his gaze piercing. "It is not too late for you. Stop your manipulation now before regret becomes your companion."

Mona narrowed her eyes, the weight of his words making her stomach tighten. But she wouldn’t let him see her falter. Instead, she let out a small, bitter laugh.

"You are not my biological father," she said coldly. "So I will advise you to watch your back now."

Derrick scoffed and turned away.

*I will put an end to this old fool soon. But why is Mona here?* The thought nagged at him, but his fury was greater than his curiosity.

Without another word, he stormed out of the house, his mind already plotting his next move.

Mona lingered for a moment, watching Alpha Darwin with an unreadable expression before she, too, turned and walked away.

As they disappeared into the night, Alpha Darwin stood still, watching their retreating figures. His face held no anger, only a quiet resolve.

He turned to the guards standing by the shadows and spoke firmly,

"It’s time to go with Plan B. Their minds are made up, and I will not sit back anymore."

His eyes burned with determination, a storm brewing beneath his calm demeanor. The night was far from over, and the real game had just begun.

★★★

Darkness surrounded Kimberly as she found herself standing in an unfamiliar place.

A thick fog clouded her vision, and a cold wind whispered eerie voices in her ears.

The air felt heavy, suffocating her as if she was trapped in an unseen force.

She took a hesitant step forward, her heart pounding with unease.

Suddenly, deep laughter echoed around her, sending chills down her spine.

The ground beneath her trembled, and she instinctively braced herself, eyes darting around in search of the source.

Then they appeared.

Shadowy figures with glowing red eyes emerged from the fog, surrounding her.

Their presence radiated pure malice. Kimberly clenched her fists, summoning her strength.

"Who are you?" she demanded, trying to steady her voice despite the growing fear clawing at her chest.

One of the figures stepped forward, its form shifting like smoke in the air. Its voice was deep, unnatural, and filled with venom.

"You are nothing, Kimberly. A child playing with power she does not understand."

Kimberly took a step back, her body tensing.

"I don’t fear you," she retorted, trying to suppress the unease creeping up her spine.

The laughter returned, louder this time. The figures lunged at her.

Kimberly raised her hands, summoning a bright blue light, but before she could release it, an unseen force slammed into her chest, knocking her off her feet.

She gasped as she hit the cold ground. Pain shot through her body as the shadows closed in.

Their whispering voices turned into a chant, the words foreign yet terrifying. Her body refused to move as if something was restraining her.

Then, through the swirling darkness, a voice cut through.

"Kimberly, you cannot run from your fate."

Kimberly struggled to lift her head, her breath coming in short gasps.

A tall figure appeared amidst the shadows, its features more defined than the others.

Long dark robes flowed around it, and when it stepped closer, Kimberly’s eyes widened in horror.

It was Katherina.

Her eyes gleamed with malice, and a wicked smile curved her lips. She extended a hand toward Kimberly.

"Bow before me, and I will spare you."

Kimberly clenched her jaw, her heart hammering. "Never."

Katherina’s expression darkened. "Then you will suffer and die."

Without warning, the shadows pounced, engulfing Kimberly in a suffocating darkness.

A sharp pain seared through her chest, making her scream in agony.

Then everything went black.

Kimberly jolted awake, gasping for breath. Her body was drenched in sweat, and her heart pounded violently against her ribcage.

Her hands trembled as she clutched the sheets, trying to ground herself.

*Just a dream. It was just a dream.* Kimberly thought... But the terror felt too real.

A cold shiver ran down her spine. Something felt...off. The air in her room was different, thick, suffocating, almost electric with dark energy.

She slowly turned her head and froze.

Katherina stood at the foot of her bed, a smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes gleamed with cruel amusement.

"You will definitely meet your doom."

Kimberly’s breath hitched, fear momentarily paralyzing her. Before she could react, Katherina’s form dissolved into thin air, vanishing like smoke.

Kimberly shot out of bed, her pulse racing wildly. She reached out, trying to sense any lingering presence, but there was nothing.

"Was it real? Or another trick of my mind?" Kimberly uttered with her voice barely above a whisper.

Her breathing was erratic, her thoughts jumbled.

She had to be sure. Without hesitation, she bolted out of her room, rushing down the hallway to find Theo.

Theo was in his study when the door burst open. He stood up instantly as Kimberly stormed in, her face pale and her hands shaking.

"Kim, what happened?" he asked, concern deep in his voice.

"I saw her," Kimberly said breathlessly. "She was here, in my room."

Theo’s expression darkened. "Katherina?"

Kimberly nodded. "I had a nightmare. It was terrifying, shadows attacking me, her voice haunting me.

But when I woke up...she was there. She spoke to me before vanishing."

Theo took a step closer, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Are you sure it wasn’t just part of the nightmare?"

Kimberly shook her head violently. "No, Theo. It was real. I could feel her presence. I could feel the dark energy. She’s getting stronger."

Theo’s jaw clenched. "This means she’s no longer just watching. She’s sending a message."

Kimberly swallowed hard, dread pooling in her stomach.

"What if she can reach me anywhere? What if she’s planning something even worse?"

Theo exhaled sharply, his eyes full of concern. "Then we have to be ready."

Elijah walked in at that moment, his brows furrowed as he took in their tense expressions. "What’s going on?"

"Katherina was in Kim’s room," Theo informed him.

Elijah’s eyes widened. "She broke through our defenses?"

Kimberly rubbed her arms, still feeling the lingering cold from Katherina’s presence.

"It wasn’t a physical attack. It was something else, something deeper."

Theo exchanged a look with Elijah before turning back to Kimberly.

"Then we have no time to waste. We need to strengthen our protection spells. We need to understand how she’s doing this."

Elijah nodded. "I’ll get the sorcerers and Zack. We’ll reinforce every barrier, every spell."

As Elijah hurried out, Kimberly clenched her fists. "I won’t let her get inside my head again."

Theo met her gaze, his eyes filled with determination. "We’ll make sure she doesn’t."

But as they stood there, steeling themselves for the battle ahead, one lingering question remained in Kimberly’s mind:

*Was this just a warning? Or had Katherina already begun her final strike?*

Meanwhile, far away, Katherina sat in the darkness of her lair, a triumphant smirk on her face.

She let out a slow, chilling laugh before whispering to herself, "Let their thoughts be consumed by worries and unknown fear, till I strike into them like a thunderbolt."