Reclaimed By The Alpha King
Chapter 75

Chapter 75: Chapter 75

"I would have preferred you had brought these things to my attention earlier, Kimberly," Ma’am Elena said, her tone both firm and understanding.

"But all the same, thank you. I’m sure we’ll get to the root of this and overcome it." Her face softened, the tension in her eyes giving way to a look of hope.

"I’m sorry, Ma’am," I replied, guilt tugging at my voice. "I wasn’t sure what was happening to me. It all felt... so unreal." My eyes dropped, reflecting the weight of my thoughts.

She sighed and shook her head gently. "Don’t feel bad about it. You’ve been through a lot. Just be careful out there, and remember, we will get through this." She offered me a small, reassuring smile, then turned away to walk out of her chamber. I followed her quickly, not wanting to be left behind.

Once we stepped outside, Ma’am Elena turned back to me with a calm smile on her face. "Kimberly, take this route back to your quarters. If anything happens, the chief maidservant will let you know." She gestured toward the path.

I nodded, forcing a smile in return, and made my way down the path. The conversation with her lingered in my mind, a mix of relief and anxiety swirling inside me. What could the Silent Beast possibly want? Why did it spare me? And why was it targeting everyone else?

’Why me?’ I thought, feeling the weight of the unknown pressing down on me. ’I have to figure this out.’

As I neared the open field, I saw that the bodies of the two maids had been taken away, and the area was now deserted. It seemed that everyone had been ordered back to their rooms. I hurried to my own, the silence of the empty corridors unsettling.

Once inside, I sat heavily on my bed, my thoughts racing. I wanted to shut everything out, to just sleep and let my mind rest. I lay down, closing my eyes, determined to block out the noise in my head.

Before I knew it, I was asleep, but my dreams took me somewhere strange.

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In the dream, I found myself in a place I couldn’t recognize. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before, a space that felt both vast and enclosed at the same time. There were voices—two of them—and I felt myself being drawn closer.

"Kimberly was born with the stars of the world in her hands, but she must fight many demons to stand tall," a deep masculine voice said. I couldn’t see who was speaking, but I could feel the weight of his words.

"Yes, the prophecy has always said that," replied another voice, this one soft and feminine. "But it never said whether she would win... or be consumed by the power she will possess."

I listened intently, realizing that they were talking about me. My heart raced, confusion clouding my mind. Who were they? And what were they talking about?

"The universe never gave us certainty," the man continued. "We do not know how her existence will play out. All we can do is hope... hope that she will make the right choices and save the werewolf race."

The woman sighed, her voice heavy with concern. "She has no one to guide her through the darkness. I only pray the spirits will lead her to the right path, and that she will have the strength to make the right decisions."

I wanted to see them, to ask them what they knew, but no matter how hard I tried to get closer, they seemed to move farther away. Before I could make sense of it all, everything shifted.

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Suddenly, I was in a brightly lit room, the light so intense it felt almost blinding. The voices had changed, but I recognized them. I was listening to Mona and Alpha Derrick.

"Each time I remember that Kimberly is still alive, it makes me uneasy," Mona’s voice was filled with anger. "Can’t we finally do something about her?"

"Calm down," Alpha Derrick replied, sounding confident and dismissive. "She’s no threat to you where she is now. She can’t harm us or speak against the Alpha and his house."

Their words filled me with a deep, burning anger. I didn’t understand why they hated me so much. What had I ever done to them?

’Why does he hate me?’ I thought bitterly. ’He wants to keep me as a slave... but why? Is there something about me that I don’t know?’

"I just want her gone," Mona growled, her voice filled with malice. "I want her dead so I won’t have to worry about her anymore."

Alpha Derrick chuckled darkly. "Don’t worry. Her end is near. Soon, she’ll be out of our way, and everything will be settled."

Their words echoed in my head, stoking my anger and confusion. Why was I so hated? Why did it seem like no one was on my side? The weight of their hatred felt unbearable.

I woke up with a jolt, my heart pounding in my chest. Sweat clung to my skin, and I could still feel the anger from the dream lingering inside me. I sat up in bed, trying to calm myself, but my mind was spinning.

"What’s happening to me?" I whispered into the dark room. "And what kind of dream was that?"

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*Flashback*

I remembered that night, how I had stood in the empty hallway, looking around for anyone who might be speaking to me. But there had been no one. I had convinced myself that it was all in my head.

’Maybe I’m just overthinking,’ I had told myself. ’I should go back to my room.’

But the voice had returned, louder this time. "That’s the best thing you can do... remember, you have no value here. You’re just a slave." The words had echoed in my head, followed by a mocking, malicious laugh.

I had run back to my room that night, fear gripping my heart. But even now, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something deeper, something darker, was lurking beneath the surface.

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Sitting on my bed now, I muttered to myself, "Could all these bad things really be happening because of me? What does this all mean?"

I buried my face in my hands, feeling overwhelmed. The lines between reality and my dreams were blurring, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep it all together.