Reclaimed By The Alpha King
Chapter 95

Chapter 95: Chapter 95

The maids stood gathered in the clearing, awaiting the start of the evening run. Alpha Derrick sat at a table with the pack’s elders, observing as the head maidservant conducted a final headcount.

However, her gaze shifted in concern when she noticed Kimberly’s absence.

"She’s not here," the head maidservant muttered to herself, hesitating before deciding to bring it to Elena’s attention. Moving quickly, she approached Elena, who sat beside Alpha Derrick, and leaned in to whisper, "Kimberly is missing, ma’am."

Elena’s calm demeanor turned sharp. "Missing? Why didn’t you check earlier?" she snapped under her breath, rising from her seat abruptly.

"I only realized just now," the maidservant replied, her tone low and apologetic.

Elena waved her hand dismissively. "Follow me."

The two women headed straight for the maids’ quarters. Upon reaching Kimberly’s door, Elena knocked firmly. No response.

Elena’s patience wore thin. "Why is the door locked?" she muttered, knocking again, louder this time. Still no response. Turning to the maidservant, she added sharply, "You should’ve told me sooner!"

"I came as soon as I noticed," the maidservant replied, keeping her voice steady despite Elena’s growing irritation.

Elena grabbed the handle and tested the door. "It’s not locked. Why isn’t she answering?" Without hesitation, she pushed it open.

The sight before them was alarming. Kimberly lay on the bed, shivering uncontrollably, her skin pale, and her breathing labored.

"What in the world—?" Elena exclaimed, rushing to Kimberly’s side. "Kimberly! What’s wrong with you?"

Kimberly barely stirred, her eyes fluttering weakly. Her body radiated an intense heat.

"She’s burning up," Elena said, her voice tinged with panic. Turning to the maidservant, she barked, "Go! Get the physician immediately!"

The head maidservant nodded and sprinted out of the room, weaving through the clearing to avoid drawing unnecessary attention. When she reached the elders’ table, she leaned down and whispered to the physician. "You’re needed urgently in the maids’ quarters. Elena sent me."

The physician frowned, sensing the urgency in her tone. Rising, he followed her without hesitation, but not before Alpha Derrick’s watchful gaze fell on him.

"What’s going on?" Alpha Derrick called out.

"It’s Kimberly," the maidservant said reluctantly. "She’s unwell."

Alpha Derrick’s brow furrowed in concern, but he said nothing further, opting to let the physician handle the matter.

As the physician hurried to the maids’ quarters, the maidservant quickly briefed him on Kimberly’s condition. "Her fever is extraordinarily high, and she’s shaking uncontrollably," she explained, her tone filled with worry.

When they entered Kimberly’s room, the physician immediately moved to her side. Placing a hand on her forehead, he flinched at the heat radiating from her. "This isn’t normal," he muttered.

"What do you mean, ’not normal’?" Elena demanded.

The physician didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned to the maidservant. "I need assistance to transport her to my office. I can’t treat her properly here."

The maidservant nodded and hurried out to find help. Within minutes, Kimberly was carefully carried to the physician’s office, her condition drawing murmurs from those who caught sight of her along the way.

Alpha Derrick, now visibly concerned, excused himself from the gathering and made his way to the physician’s office. Entering the room, he found Elena and the maidservant standing near Kimberly’s bed.

"What happened?" Derrick asked, his voice firm but laced with worry.

The physician, busy examining Kimberly, straightened and faced him. "Her fever is unlike anything I’ve seen. This isn’t a natural illness. Something inside her is causing this reaction."

Derrick’s eyes narrowed. "What do you mean, ’something inside her’?"

The physician hesitated before explaining. "There are rare instances when a werewolf harbors an exceptionally powerful entity within them.

In such cases, the body may react with extreme fevers or other unusual symptoms. I suspect Kimberly may be one such case."

Elena, who had been silent, suddenly spoke. "Are you saying Kimberly might have... some extraordinary power within her?"

The physician nodded. "It’s possible, but I can’t confirm anything yet. To be certain, we need to consult someone with knowledge beyond my expertise."

Derrick folded his arms. "Who do you suggest?"

"The sorceress Heliandria," the physician said without hesitation. "She has dealt with cases like this in the past. She’ll know how to determine what’s happening to Kimberly."

Derrick nodded thoughtfully. "I’ll send for her at first light."

As the discussion continued, Elena’s mind raced. If Kimberly truly possesses such power... this could change everything. She glanced at Derrick, masking her thoughts with a neutral expression.

Meanwhile, Kimberly stirred faintly, her fever still raging.

"Keep her stable until the sorceress arrives," Derrick ordered the physician.

The physician nodded. "I’ll do everything I can."

As the room fell into a tense silence, Derrick turned to leave, but not before glancing at Kimberly one last time. What secrets are you hiding, girl?

***

Far away, in a secluded chamber illuminated by flickering candlelight, an elderly man clad in white robes gazed into a shimmering crystal.

His eyes widened as a vision unfolded before him.

"The light has arrived," he murmured, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and urgency.

The sorcerer, seated across from him, leaned forward. "What do you see, old one?"

"A union of strength... a force that will unite the scattered packs and crush all opposition," he said, his tone heavy with significance.

The sorcerer frowned. "Who is this force you speak of?"

The old man’s gaze remained fixed on the crystal. "A girl... a light unlike any other. She will bring unity... or destruction."

The sorcerer’s eyes narrowed.

"Then we must act quickly. If this light is rising, we must ensure it serves the greater good."

The old man nodded solemnly. "Indeed. Prepare yourself. The time for action is near."

As his words hung in the air, Heliandria rose, determination gleaming in her eyes.

"I will find her. And when I do, we’ll see if she truly is the light... or the storm that follows."

As soon as the sorcerer opened his eyes, he realized he’d been dreaming for hours. He sat upright, breathing heavily, clutching his staff tightly.

"What kind of dream was that?" he muttered to himself, confusion etched across his face.

He rose from his bed, still lost in thought about the vivid images of his dream. With his staff in hand, he walked toward the main temple of his compound. His steps were steady but carried a sense of urgency.

As he approached the temple, one of his students, Jamal, came sprinting toward him, a broad grin plastered on his face.

"Jamal, why are you running toward me so early in the morning?" the sorcerer asked, fixing his sharp gaze on the boy.

"Master, a noble guest is waiting for you outside!" Jamal replied, his voice tinged with excitement.

The sorcerer frowned, puzzled. He had not scheduled anyone to visit him that day. "Who could it be?" he murmured to himself.

Without another word, he nodded for Jamal to follow him as he entered the temple. Once inside, he settled onto his meditation mat, placing his staff upright in front of him.

Moments later, he heard soft footsteps approaching. Without opening his eyes, he raised his staff and chanted, "Let there be no shoes on this sacred ground, for the purity of this place must remain unbroken!" His voice boomed across the temple.

Jamal quickly turned to the guest, Alpha Derrick, and whispered politely, "Please, sir, remove your shoes before entering."

Alpha Derrick complied, slipping off his shoes and waiting respectfully at the temple entrance.

"Alpha Derrick," the sorcerer called out without looking up, "what brings you to my temple unannounced?"

Derrick stepped forward cautiously, bowing his head slightly. "Sorcerer Heliandria, forgive my intrusion. Kimberly... she’s fallen ill again. Her fever is unnatural, the doctor says. We believe it’s something beyond our understanding. That’s why I’ve come to you."

At the mention of Kimberly’s name, the sorcerer’s eyes snapped open. He stood abruptly, his staff clutched tightly.

"Kimberly? What exactly is wrong with her?" he demanded, his piercing gaze fixed on the Alpha.

"The doctor suspects... it might be related to the quiet beast. Or worse, something living inside her," Derrick said hesitantly, his voice low but firm.

Heliandria’s eyes narrowed. "I don’t believe that to be true, but I must see her to be certain. This is serious."

"Then will you come with me now?" Derrick asked, trying to hide the urgency in his tone.

"Yes, we cannot delay. Lead the way," the sorcerer commanded, his voice resolute.

As they stepped out of the temple and began their journey back to the pack, Heliandria muttered under his breath, "I must know... who Kimberly truly is."

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**In the Maids’ Quarters**

Liza, Kaitlyn, and Mohandia sat together in a small room, their faces filled with worry.

"What exactly is wrong with Kimberly this time? How could we have gone to the wide field without checking on her first?" Liza asked, her voice heavy with guilt.

"I feel awful," Mohandia said, her fists clenched. "Kimberly would’ve checked on us if it were the other way around. What kind of friends are we?"

Kaitlyn sighed, her eyes downcast. "And now we can’t even see her. Ma’am Elena and the doctor have forbidden anyone from visiting."

"Who told you that?" Mohandia asked sharply, leaning forward.

"Jefferson mentioned it earlier. I wanted to see her first thing this morning, but he stopped me and told me about the order," Kaitlyn explained, her voice trembling.

Mohandia shot to her feet, determination blazing in her eyes. "I don’t care about their rules. Kimberly is our friend, and I’m going to see her now. You can stay here if you want, but I’m not waiting any longer!"

Before she could storm out, Liza grabbed her arm. "Mohandia, wait! We need to stay calm. They’re trying to help her in their own way. Let’s not make things worse."

Mohandia pulled her arm free, her voice rising. "Stay calm? After everything Kimberly’s been through? We all know how the head maid treated her yesterday, and now this? If you two want to sit around, fine. But I’m going!"

She stormed out, slamming the door behind her. Liza and Kaitlyn exchanged uneasy glances before getting up and following her.

At the doctor’s office, two guards stood watch at the entrance. Mohandia approached them, her voice firm. "Let us in. Kimberly needs us!"

The guards didn’t budge, their expressions stoic.

Kaitlyn whispered, "Mohandia, this isn’t going to work. Maybe we should—"

Before she could finish, Jefferson appeared from behind the door, his face stern. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, his gaze fixed on Kaitlyn. "Didn’t I tell you earlier that no one is allowed to see Kimberly?"

Mohandia stepped forward, her anger boiling over. "We’re her friends! We just want to know how she’s doing. Is that too much to ask?"

Jefferson opened his mouth to reply but stopped when a hand touched his shoulder. He turned to see Elena standing behind him, her expression unreadable.

"Do you all want to see Kimberly?" Elena asked softly, her voice almost a whisper.

Mohandia nodded fiercely. "Yes, we do."

"Then I dare you to follow me," Elena said, a faint smile playing on her lips.