Reclaimed By The Alpha King
Chapter 96

Chapter 96: Chapter 96

The three girls froze in shock as Elena asked them to follow her without scolding or questioning them.

It was unlike her usual demeanor, and the unexpected act of compliance left them baffled.

As Elena walked a few steps ahead, she noticed they weren’t moving. She stopped, turned around, and raised an eyebrow.

"Don’t you want to see your friend, or are you here to waste my time?" she asked, her tone sharp, her gaze piercing.

Mohandia was the first to step forward, breaking the silence.

With determination etched on her face, she muttered, "For Kimberly, I’ll face anything." Liza and Kaitlyn exchanged nervous glances before following her lead.

Elena’s face betrayed no emotion as she walked briskly to the physician’s room, her thoughts churning. They think I’m cruel, but they don’t understand. I’m doing what’s necessary—what’s best.

Meanwhile, Liza’s mind raced with unease. Why is she being so calm? Something feels... off. What is she planning?

Mohandia clenched her fists, resolute. If Kimberly needs me, I’ll fight through fire to reach her. No one can stop me.

The group soon arrived at the physician’s room. The moment the physician saw the three girls trailing behind Elena, his face darkened. "What are they doing here?" he asked, his voice laced with irritation.

"They deserve to know how Kimberly is doing," Elena replied firmly, meeting his gaze. "She’s their friend—the closest thing to family she has here. Hiding the truth won’t help anyone."

The physician hesitated but eventually stepped aside, gesturing toward the door. "Fine. But don’t cause a scene," he muttered.

As the girls entered, their breaths caught in their throats. Kimberly lay on the bed, her face pale, her lips cracked, and her body eerily still. Her skin had taken on a faint reddish hue, almost as if her blood were boiling beneath her surface.

Liza gasped, tears streaming down her face. Kaitlyn covered her mouth to stifle a sob. Mohandia stepped closer to Kimberly, her voice trembling with urgency. "What’s wrong with her?"

The physician sighed, his expression grim. "We don’t know. Her temperature keeps rising uncontrollably. If it continues, her blood might literally boil. If that happens, her skin will burn from the inside out... and it could lead to her death."

The word death hit them like a thunderclap. Mohandia whirled around, her eyes blazing with anger. "So you’re just going to sit here and watch her die? What kind of doctor are you?"

"Watch your tone!" Elena snapped, stepping forward. "Do you think we’re doing nothing? The Alpha himself has gone to seek help. We’re all trying to save her!"

Mohandia glared but said nothing. The room fell into a tense silence, the air heavy with fear and desperation.

Finally, Mohandia spoke, her voice steady but filled with resolve. "I have an idea. In my homeland, we have chants—prayers that summon spirits to heal the sick. I can perform one for Kimberly."

Everyone turned to stare at her. Elena’s brow furrowed in suspicion. "Your homeland? Where exactly are you from?"

Mohandia took a deep breath. "I’m from Kenya. My father was the Kinzazu—the healer of our town. He taught me how to summon spirits to heal people when all hope seemed lost."

The physician crossed his arms, skeptical. "And yet, here you are as a maid. How did you end up in this pack?"

Tears glistened in Mohandia’s eyes, but her voice remained steady.

"My town was attacked by werewolves when I was eight. Most of my people were slaughtered, including my parents. I was bitten and left to die, but the Alpha of the White Oak Pack saw something in me—something... different. I survived the bite, and he took me in as his daughter."

Her voice grew softer, tinged with pain. "But when he died in battle against this pack, I was taken as a slave. That’s how I ended up here."

The room was silent as everyone processed her words. Even Elena seemed momentarily at a loss for words.

Finally, the physician broke the silence. "And these chants—do you actually know how to perform them? It’s been years, hasn’t it?"

Mohandia lifted her chin defiantly. "You can take me out of my home, but you can’t take my home out of me. This is who I am. I haven’t forgotten."

Elena studied her intently. "If that’s true, why haven’t you used this so-called gift before now?"

"Because it’s not something you just use," Mohandia replied. "It’s sacred. It’s meant for life-and-death situations—and that’s exactly what this is."

Elena crossed her arms. "The Alpha is bringing someone to help Kimberly. Until he arrives, we can’t make any decisions. But if his solution doesn’t work... we’ll try yours."

Elena had barely finished speaking when the sound of approaching footsteps caught everyone’s attention. The steady rhythm of boots on the polished floor made their hearts race with curiosity and apprehension.

"Who could be coming here without Jefferson informing us?" the attending physician wondered aloud, his voice laced with suspicion.

Elena straightened her posture, her sharp eyes glinting with realization. "There’s only one person who can do this without warning... Alpha Derrick," she said firmly.

No sooner had she spoken than Alpha Derrick strode into the room, his imposing presence filling the space. Behind him, a figure followed—a sorcerer dressed in flowing robes, holding an intricately carved staff that radiated an aura of mystery.

The Alpha’s gaze fell upon Kimberly’s friends, still huddled near the bed. His face darkened instantly. "What are they doing here?" he demanded, his voice low but menacing.

Elena stepped forward, unflinching. "I allowed them in. Kimberly is their friend and the closest thing to family they have here. They deserved to know her condition," she explained, her tone calm but resolute.

Alpha Derrick’s piercing glare bore into her. "You disobeyed my orders," he growled. "They’ve seen enough. Leave!"

Kimberly’s friends exchanged worried glances, their courage faltering under the Alpha’s fierce demeanor. Without another word, they hurried out of the room, casting one last tearful glance at their unconscious friend.

The tension in the room was palpable as the Alpha turned to the sorcerer. "Heliandria, do what you must. I need answers," he ordered brusquely.

Heliandria nodded, his staff tapping rhythmically against the floor as he approached Kimberly’s bedside. The sorcerer began to chant, his voice a deep murmur, almost a vibration in the air.

His hands hovered over Kimberly’s body, and the temperature in the room seemed to shift, a chill settling over everyone present.

"What is he saying?" the physician whispered to Elena, his unease evident.

Elena shook her head. "I don’t know, but let’s wait and see," she replied, her eyes never leaving Heliandria.

The sorcerer suddenly stopped chanting, his hands resting lightly on Kimberly’s forehead. For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of everyone’s breathing. Then, Heliandria spoke.

"She holds the light of destiny," he said cryptically, his voice resonating with an otherworldly authority.

Elena frowned. "What does that mean? Can she be saved?"

Heliandria’s eyes flickered with a knowing glint. "Her path is beyond mortal understanding. She will awaken when the time is right. Until then, keep her fever down and ensure she stays hydrated. No more, no less," he declared.

Alpha Derrick’s patience snapped. "What kind of sorcery is this? You mean to say there’s nothing we can do to save her right now?" he barked, his voice echoing off the walls.

Heliandria met the Alpha’s fiery gaze with calm detachment. "Her fate is not yours to control, Alpha. She will rise when the stars align, not a moment before," he said, his tone unwavering.

"That’s unacceptable!" Alpha Derrick snarled. "I refuse to sit by and do nothing!"

The sorcerer smiled faintly, almost mockingly. "You may fight the tides, Alpha, but the ocean will still carry its course."

With a roar of frustration, Alpha Derrick stormed out of the room, his footsteps heavy with anger.

Heliandria chuckled softly, the sound unnerving in its calmness. "The light shines brightest when surrounded by darkness," he mused, more to himself than anyone else.

Elena stepped forward, her brows furrowed. "What do you mean? Is Kimberly the light you speak of?"

Heliandria turned to her, his gaze piercing. "She is the star that will guide the packs, but she is not alone. Others will rise with her, bound by destiny. Protect her, for the shadows are already stirring," he said before turning to leave.

"Wait!" Elena called out, but the sorcerer merely waved a hand dismissively, his laughter echoing down the corridor as he disappeared.

Elena stood frozen, her mind racing. "Could Kimberly truly be the one foretold in the Moon Goddess’s prophecy?" she wondered aloud.

The physician looked at her, his expression conflicted. "Do you really believe that? Prophecies are riddles, Elena. They can be interpreted in countless ways," he said cautiously.

Elena’s gaze hardened. "I don’t know what to believe anymore, but I know we can’t ignore this. There’s something extraordinary about Kimberly, and I intend to find out what it is," she said with determination.

The physician hesitated before nodding. "So, what do we do now?" he asked.

Elena sighed deeply. "We protect her, no matter what. But first, I need to think. Leave me alone for a moment," she said.

The physician nodded and exited the room, leaving Elena alone with Kimberly.

She stared at the unconscious girl, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. "Kimberly, who are you? What secret are you hiding?" she murmured...