Reclaimed By The Alpha King
Chapter 79

Chapter 79: Chapter 79

I found myself standing on the edge of a massive battlefield, watching as werewolves fought savagely, their claws tearing through fur and flesh.

The ground beneath me was soaked with blood, and I couldn’t understand why they were fighting or what they hoped to gain.

It wasn’t just a fight between two packs—it was a war involving every pack, each turning against the other in a frenzy of violence.

As I stared at the chaos, more werewolves joined the battle, charging into the fray, snarling and tearing each other apart as if the bloodshed was a game to them.

I felt sick to my stomach watching the slaughter, but I couldn’t move. Something inside me stirred, a presence I couldn’t ignore.

"Move towards them!" a voice inside me commanded, loud and firm.

My feet began to move, even though I knew walking into that massacre meant certain death. I wanted to resist, but the voice was too strong. I stepped forward, and with each step, the fighting became clearer, the screams more intense.

Soon, there was nowhere to step but on the bodies of the fallen, the once-living carpet beneath me.

I glanced around, terrified that any moment, one of the beasts would turn on me. But no one noticed me. They were too focused on tearing each other apart. For a moment, I felt relief wash over me. At least I wouldn’t die in their crossfire.

Ahead of me stood a raised platform, almost like an altar, overlooking the entire battle. The sight of it filled me with dread and curiosity.

"Go to the altar. You have work to do," the voice urged again, even stronger this time.

Unable to resist, I began climbing the steps toward the altar. As soon as my foot touched the first step, my gown transformed into a dazzling white dress, covered in glittering stones that sparkled like stars.

Lights shone down on me from all directions, as if I had suddenly become the center of the universe.

I reached the top of the altar and looked down at the battle below, the bloodshed still raging.

"Please, stop fighting," I whispered, but no one could hear me.

"You can stop them," the voice said again, ringing in my ears. "Raise your hands and command them. They will listen."

With trembling hands, I lifted my arms. I felt something heavy settle on my head, like a crown. The power inside me surged. I didn’t know where it had come from, but it was overwhelming.

"Let peace reign. No more bloodshed, no more war!" I shouted, my voice echoing over the battlefield.

Blinding light shot from my hands, flooding the space below. The light touched the werewolves, and one by one, they stopped fighting. The growls and screams ceased, replaced by a deep silence. They shifted back to their human forms and knelt before me, their heads bowed in submission.

"She is the one," I heard voices murmuring. Seven elderly men stepped forward from the crowd, their hair silver and their faces lined with age. They knelt before me, their voices filled with reverence.

"Hail the savior of our kind, the one who shines brightest among us. Stay with us and let your peace be our guide," one of the elders said, his voice trembling with emotion.

I opened my mouth to respond, but suddenly, I was pulled out of the dream. Loud knocks echoed in my ears.

"Kimberly! Wake up, it’s time for the morning chores!" Kaitlyn’s voice broke through the remnants of the dream.

I sat up in bed, dazed and groggy. My heart was still racing from the vivid images of war and peace, and it took a moment for me to realize I was no longer in that strange, violent world.

"I’m coming!" I called out weakly, dragging myself out of bed.

I stumbled to the door, and as I opened it, Kaitlyn and Liza burst into the room, both of them looking impatient.

"Kimberly, are you seriously thinking of going back to sleep?" Liza scolded me, shaking her head.

"I feel awful," I muttered, rubbing my temples.

"Are you sick?" Kaitlyn asked, concern flickering in her eyes. She reached up to feel my forehead, checking for a fever.

"I just feel really tired, that’s all," I said, trying to push their hands away, but they were relentless.

"Come on, we’re taking you to the physician!" Liza said firmly, tugging at my arm.

"No, no, I’m fine. I promise!" I protested, pulling myself out of their grip. "Let me wash my face, and I’ll meet you outside."

"Fine," Kaitlyn sighed, rolling her eyes. "But don’t take too long. You know how the chief maidservant hates it when we’re late."

I nodded and hurried to the washroom. As I splashed water on my face, the images from my dream flashed before me—the battlefield, the altar, the werewolves bowing at my feet. What was that dream? Was it a vision? Why did it feel so real?

"Kimberly, hurry up!" Kaitlyn called from the other side of the door, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"I’m coming!" I shouted back, quickly drying my face.

We rushed out to the open field, where the other maids were already gathering. As usual, I began assigning chores, making sure everyone had their tasks for the day. Kaitlyn, Liza, and I worked side by side, pulling weeds and trimming plants in our designated area.

After a while, Mohandia joined us, her face pale with worry.

"Kimberly, I had a terrible dream last night," she whispered, her voice shaky.

"What happened?" I asked, glancing at her.

"I dreamt that someone from our group was going to die. It felt so real, like I could feel the sorrow in my bones. But you weren’t there, Kimberly. You were... missing."

Her words sent a shiver down my spine. I forced a smile and patted her shoulder.

"Don’t worry, Mohandia. We’ll get through this. Whatever happens, we’ll be okay."

I said the words with confidence, but inside, I wasn’t so sure. The dreams, the sacrifice... everything seemed to be pointing toward something terrible. But I couldn’t let them know. Not yet.

"We’ll be free soon," I whispered to myself, hoping it was true.