Reclaimed By The Alpha King Chapter 48

I stood there, frozen, staring at the old man. "Have you gotten what you’ve longed for in the form of your friends?" he asked, his eyes locked on . I nodded slowly, still in disbelief.

How could everything happen so fast? Just a mont ago, I was thinking of them, and now here they were. Louis and Hannah stood before , smiling, but sothing felt off. I couldn’t shake the unease creeping up my spine.

"Are you really here?" I whispered, reaching out to touch them. But as soon as my hand moved forward, they vanished into thin air, like smoke being blown away. I gasped, stumbling back in shock.

"They... they were just here!" My voice trembled as I looked around, hoping they’d return. But there was nothing. Just empty space where they had been.

The old man stood quietly, watching with a knowing look. "What you saw were illusions," he said calmly.

I blinked, confused. "Illusions? Like... like my father?" The realization hit like a wave. I rembered how my father had appeared earlier, and how real it had felt. But now I wasn’t so sure.

"Yes," he confird, nodding. "Your father, Louis, Hannah... they were all created from your mind. Your desires brought them into existence."

I was stunned. "But why? Why would I create them? They seed so real!"

"Because your heart longs for them. When you’re in pain, you wish for the people you love most to be with you. It’s natural. But you must learn to control this power, or it will control you."

"Control?" I repeated, shaking my head. "I don’t understand. What are you saying? What power?"

The old man chuckled softly. "You have a power within you, Kimberly. A power you haven’t even begun to understand. But before you can control it, you must learn to see things as they truly are. Not as you wish them to be."

His words echoed in my mind, but I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. "This doesn’t make any sense," I muttered. "None of this does."

"You’re focusing too much on the obvious enemies," the old man continued. "You see Catherine and Mona as the root of all evil in your life. But there are greater dangers, more subtle ones, that you haven’t even noticed."

I frowned, still not fully comprehending what he was trying to say. "Catherine and Mona *are* evil. They’ve tornted , made my life hell. How can there be anything worse than them?"

He shook his head, smiling sadly. "Yes, they’ve hurt you. But true evil often cos from those who pretend to care for you, who smile while they plot against you. Those are the ones you need to watch for."

I felt a chill run down my spine as his words sunk in. "Are you saying there’s soone worse than Catherine and Mona?" I asked hesitantly.

The old man didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked at with pity. "There are always deeper layers to the truth, Kimberly. And so truths are more painful than others."

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. "What... what do you an?" My voice shook with fear.

"Do you want to hear a story? A story about your true father?" he asked suddenly, catching off guard.

"My true father?" I echoed, stunned. "What are you talking about? Alpha Darwin is my father."

The old man chuckled again, as if I’d said sothing amusing. "No, child. Alpha Darwin is not your real father."

I stared at him, shocked. "What... what do you an? He’s raised , he’s—"

"He is not your blood," the old man interrupted firmly. "Your true father is soone else. Soone your mother loved long before Darwin ever ca into her life."

I shook my head, disbelief washing over . "That... that can’t be true," I whispered. "I would have known. Soone would have told ."

"No one told you because they didn’t want you to know," the old man replied, his voice low. "Your mother had an affair with a man she t while traveling. You were born from that union, not from Darwin."

I felt like the ground had been pulled out from under . "But... why? Why didn’t anyone tell ?"

"Because the truth is dangerous," the old man said gravely. "If people knew who your real father was, it would put you in great danger."

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My whole life had been a lie. Everything I thought I knew about my family, about myself... it was all wrong.

"Who was he?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Who was my real father?"

The old man hesitated, his expression growing serious. "Your father was a powerful man. But he wasn’t perfect. He made mistakes, and your mother paid the price."

I frowned, trying to piece it all together. "What kind of mistakes? What did he do?"

"He loved your mother deeply, but his ambitions clouded his judgnt," the old man explained. "He was involved in dangerous things... things that cost him his life."

I felt my heart sink. "He’s dead?"

"Yes," the old man confird. "But his legacy lives on in you."

I couldn’t process everything fast enough. "What... what do you an?"

"Your father’s power is inside you," the old man said softly. "It’s what makes you special, Kimberly. But it’s also what makes you a target."

I took a step back, shaking my head. "I don’t want this. I don’t want any of it."

The old man smiled sadly. "I know. But you don’t have a choice. The power is yours, whether you like it or not."

Tears welled up in my eyes as the weight of his words settled on . "Why ? Why does it have to be ?"

"Because you are your father’s daughter," the old man said simply. "And you are destined for great things. You are the moon---"

I wanted to scream, to run away from everything he was telling . But deep down, I knew there was no escaping it. This was my life now.

Suddenly, I gasped and opened my eyes. I was back in my room, the old man’s voice fading away.