Reclaimed By The Alpha King-Chapter 216

The air inside the quiet room felt thick and heavy.

The woman who had claimed to be Kimberly’s mother sat motionless on the edge of the narrow bed, her eyes locked on the single window in the corner.

Outside, the wind rustled the dry leaves, and distant howls echoed into the night. But inside her mind, a storm was raging.

*I can’t just sit here doing nothing. I’ve been quiet long enough... it’s time I act. It’s time I do my part.* She thought to herself.

She reached beneath the bed and pulled out a small, worn bag. It had seen years of travel, perhaps a life far different from the one anyone now knew.

She stood up, checked the mirror once, composed, but troubled and stepped outside the room.

As she made her way toward the exit of the residence, Elijah stood near the entrance of the living room. His gaze sharpened the moment he saw her.

"Ma’am," he greeted, straightening up. "Where do you wish to go? I could ask one of the drivers to take you."

She smiled politely, but her tone was firm. "No, don’t trouble yourself. Where I need to go... I must go alone."

Elijah hesitated, slightly uneasy, but her expression didn’t invite questions.

With a courtesy nod, he stepped aside and watched her disappear through the front gate.

*Where is she going?* Elijah thought.

*I should have insisted... but something about her...* He shook his head and walked back inside.

It didn’t take long. She hailed a taxi by the roadside, gave directions in a low voice, and sat quietly during the entire ride.

Her fingers trembled slightly, but her eyes were steady. She knew where she was going. And who she was going to face.

Soon, the car pulled up to a heavily guarded estate, Alpha Derrick’s current base.

She stepped out without hesitation.

The guards standing at the perimeter noticed her instantly. Alvin, the one closest, approached first, his stance protective and suspicious.

"Who do you seek?" he asked sharply, scanning her from head to toe with unfriendly eyes.

"I want to speak with Alpha Derrick," she said, her voice calm and unwavering.

Alvin raised a brow. "Is the Alpha expecting you?"

"No," she replied simply. "Tell him... someone he must speak to. For his own good."

Her voice carried an odd weight, and Alvin glanced back toward the building. He was just about to retort when another voice cut in behind them.

"What is it that I must speak to you about... for my own good?" Alpha Derrick’s deep voice rang out as he stepped forward, a mix of irritation and curiosity etched into his expression.

He looked her over, his jaw tightening. "Who are you?"

She turned to face him directly. "Let Theo and Kimberly be," she said, locking eyes with him. "For your own good."

Derrick let out a bitter laugh. "Let them be? Are you here to beg on their behalf?"

"No. I don’t beg. I warn."

Derrick’s brow twitched at her audacity. "And who are you to warn me?" he growled.

"I am Kimberly’s mother," she said, her tone as firm as stone.

A chilling silence fell.

Derrick’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Alvin shifted, looking between them with growing confusion. One of the younger guards behind him muttered under his breath.

"Kimberly’s... what?" Derrick echoed with disbelief. "That’s impossible."

"Believe what you wish. But I know my daughter... and I know you." She stepped closer. "

And I’m telling you, walk away from this. Before it swallows you whole."

Derrick scoffed and took a threatening step toward her.

"Do you think your blood connection gives you the right to meddle in my affairs? To tell me what I can or cannot do?"

"You’re spiraling, Derrick," she said.

"You’ve allowed darkness to guide your steps. And if you continue, you will not only lose your throne... but yourself."

He leaned in closer, his voice a harsh whisper. "You think I’m afraid of fate? Of prophecies and bloodlines? I make my own destiny."

She didn’t flinch. "So did the ones before you who thought the same... and they all fell."

For a moment, something flickered in Derrick’s eyes. A crack in the armor. But it vanished almost instantly, replaced with cold resolve.

"You’ve made your point," he said, turning away. "Alvin, escort her out. Now."

Alvin hesitated, unsure whether to be gentle or rough. But Derrick didn’t wait to clarify. He stormed back into the house without another word.

As Alvin took a step toward her, the woman raised a hand. "No need. I’ll find my way out."

Alvin watched her turn and walk calmly away.

Inside, Derrick stormed into the inner chamber, slamming the door shut behind him.

*Kimberly’s mother...? Alive? And here?*

He poured himself a drink, hands trembling with restrained fury.

*Why now? Why show up after all these years? Is she bluffing? Or does she truly hold a piece of the puzzle I’m missing?*

He paced back and forth, his thoughts racing.

*If she’s telling the truth, and if she’s here to protect Kimberly... then this war won’t just be about power, it’ll be blood against blood.

Past against present. And that changes everything.*

Back outside, the woman, her name still unknown to Derrick and his men, clutched the strap of her bag tightly as she walked down the dimly lit street.

*He won’t listen,* she thought. *But I’ve planted the seed. He will remember my warning.*

She looked up at the night sky, where the moon was slowly rising.

*I hope you’re ready, Kimberly. Because the real war is only beginning.*

★★Africa★★

Meanwhile, in Africa, Kimberly suddenly sat up from where she had been meditating beside Theo.

He looked at her, concerned. "What is it?"

"I... I felt something," she whispered. "Like someone was watching... no, not watching. Protecting."

Mohandria stepped closer from where she stood with the elders. "What did you feel, moon goddess?"

Kimberly looked at her, her voice barely above a whisper. "My mother..."

Theo’s eyes widened slightly.

But before they could speak further, the fire in the center of the ritual circle flared unnaturally high, and the wind howled through the trees like a warning.

Mohandria turned to the fire with a deep frown. "Something has shifted... Something dark is gathering around Derrick."

Theo stood up slowly, his face tense. "We’re running out of time."

Kimberly held her chest, her heartbeat unsteady. "We need to finish this ritual... before it’s too late."

Meanwhile, far away, in the darkness of his room, Derrick stared into the fire.

"Kimberly’s mother... I underestimated this game," he muttered to himself.

"But no one plays against me and wins."

He smashed the glass in his hand, and the blood from his palm began to drip slowly onto the floor.

And the flames in his fireplace whispered back... as if answering him.

The night was far from over.