Reclaimed By The Alpha King

Chapter 199: Chapter 199

Alpha Derrick sat alone in his luxurious hotel room, his mind racing with countless thoughts.

The dim lighting of the room cast long shadows against the walls, reflecting the turmoil within him.

He swirled the wine in his glass, watching the deep red liquid move in slow circles.

*Lucian... That boy has now grown bold enough to challenge me for my seat.*

He let out a slow exhale, his jaw tightening.

*Where did I miss it?*

His grip on the glass tightened slightly, but he quickly relaxed it. Losing control, even in moments like this, was a sign of weakness. And Derrick was not weak.

He stood up and began pacing the length of the room, each step measured, deliberate.

"I surely became soft," he muttered under his breath.

"I let them believe they could come for me, take what’s mine. Now, they will realize what a mistake that is."

His voice was calm, but underneath, a storm brewed.

He had spent years ruling with dominance, only to see it all questioned in his brief absence. He should have anticipated this.

A sharp knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He didn’t flinch. He had been expecting someone.

"Come in," Derrick said, his voice steady.

The door opened, and Murillo stepped in, a wide grin on his face.

The South American’s presence brought a rare sense of ease to Derrick, Murillo was one of the few people he trusted completely. noveldrama

"Derrick, my friend! How are you doing today?" Murillo greeted, his thick accent rolling off his tongue effortlessly.

Derrick returned the smile, though his mind was too occupied to truly enjoy the moment.

"Murillo," Derrick said, walking over to pour himself another glass of wine. "How did it go?"

Murillo chuckled and took a seat, crossing his legs comfortably.

"Relax, my friend. Everything is in motion," he assured.

"The preparations are going well, but we will need to take the first flight tomorrow."

Derrick paused, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"So, the voting is still happening tomorrow?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

Murillo nodded. "Yes. And from what I hear, Lucian won’t back down. More importantly, he may have the support of Theo and Kimberly."

Derrick’s jaw clenched. The mere thought of those two standing against him sent a surge of irritation through his veins.

"Very well," Derrick said, his voice carrying a dangerous edge.

"Then we’ll pay them a surprise visit. They need a reminder of who they’re dealing with."

Murillo grinned mischievously.

"Now, that’s the Derrick I know," he said with a laugh. "The ruthless Alpha Derrick. I was starting to think you had softened too much."

Derrick chuckled, but there was no humor in it.

"They forced my hand," he said simply. "Now, they’ll regret it."

Murillo stood, stretching his arms lazily.

"I should leave you to prepare. Tomorrow will be... eventful," he said, flashing Derrick a knowing smile before walking toward the door.

Derrick nodded as Murillo exited, leaving him alone once again.

The room fell into silence.

Derrick reached for his phone and dialed a number. Within seconds, a calm voice answered on the other end.

"Hello, boss."

Derrick’s eyes darkened.

"I will be in town tomorrow," he said, his voice cold. "Arrange all the machineries we have, i mean the best. We need to make an entrance they won’t forget."

"Yes, boss," the voice replied without hesitation. "Everything will be ready."

Derrick ended the call, a slow smirk forming on his lips.

*Let the dance of the strong and mighty begin... Let’s see who stands and who falls.*

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Meanwhile, in another part of the world, Lucian sat alone in his room, deep in thought.

Before him lay a list, names of alphas, decision-makers, those who held the power to decide tomorrow’s outcome.

He studied each name carefully.

*I have gained the trust of many strong alphas. I have convinced the key decision-makers.*

His eyes lingered on a particular name.

*If the Moon Goddess and the Alpha King stand with me, nothing will stop me tomorrow.*

But that was the question, wasn’t it? Would they?

He exhaled, rubbing his temple. He had prepared for this moment, but doubt had a way of creeping in at the last second.

His phone rang, pulling him from his thoughts.

Unknown caller.

Lucian hesitated. His instincts screamed at him to ignore it, but something made him answer.

"Hello, who’s this?" he demanded.

A deep, husky voice spoke on the other end, distorted slightly by a voice modulator.

"Possibly the last kind voice you’ll ever hear," the voice said smoothly.

"But if you are wise, you might stay alive."

Lucian’s fingers tightened around the phone. His jaw set.

*Another empty threat?.* Lucian thought.

He had lost count of how many had come his way since he declared his intent to take the Alpha seat.

But this? This was just another coward hiding behind a mask.

He scoffed.

"Empty threats again?" Lucian said, his voice filled with irritation.

"Are you scared that I will win? That I will take the Alpha’s seat?"

The voice on the other end remained silent.

Lucian’s lips curled into a smirk.

"I don’t care if this is Derrick or Mona behind this. Listen carefully," he said, his tone sharp. "I, Lucian, will never back down. Never."

And with that, he ended the call, not giving the caller another second of his time.

He tossed the phone onto the table, his reflection catching his eye in the mirror across the room.

For a moment, he stared at himself, seeing not just a man, but a warrior.

*They think I’m weak. They think I’ll fold under pressure.*

A slow fire burned in his chest.

*They have no idea what I’m capable of.*

Lucian stepped closer to the mirror, his own fierce eyes staring back at him.

"Let them come," he whispered, his voice laced with determination.

Then, louder.

"Let them come, and we will fight. Blood for blood. An eye for an eye!"

The air in the room felt heavy, thick with unspoken promises of war.

Tomorrow, everything would change.