Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle-Chapter 10: We Have To Kill That Maid.

"What do you mean the Beta Lord took her away?!"

The enraged voice of a woman rang through the dimly lit chamber, her fury vibrating through the walls. She stood in the center of the lavish room, her exquisite gown shimmering under the flickering candlelight. Gold stripes wove through the fabric, accentuating her noble status. But despite her elegant appearance, her face was etched with pure frustration as she paced back and forth.

Across from her, a young man dressed in a finely tailored purple tunic stood stiffly, his expression twisted with unease.

"I swear, Arata," he said, his voice laced with both anxiety and regret. "I was this close to grabbing her..just a second away only for Madam Melisa to appear out of nowhere!"

His fists clenched at his sides as he continued, his breathing uneven. "I couldn't just ask for a maid when I'm one myself, so I had no choice but to follow them in secret. Madam Melisa took that bitch straight to the servants' quarters. Turns out she had caused trouble there too, but I didn't care. I was willing to wait, I was ready to silence her for good once she finished receiving her punishment from the head maid. But then..."

Ramsey exhaled sharply, his eyes darkening. "The Beta Lord arrived."

The moment those words left his lips, Arata stopped pacing. Her entire body went rigid.

"Damn it," she hissed under her breath before whipping around to face him. "Do you realize we're screwed? Once Dimitri finds out you've been sleeping with his concubine, he'll..."

She swallowed hard, her face draining of color. "He'll cut off your dick, slice it up like raw meat, then behead you! And it won't stop there. He'll make sure your family meets the same fate!"

Ramsey remained silent, his fists tightening.

Arata's breathing grew heavier, panic creeping into her voice. "And what about me? I will die. My family will die. You know how Dimitri is. He hates it when people touch what's his." She collapsed onto the floor, her trembling hands gripping the hem of her dress. "We're dead meat, Ramsey. Dead."

Ramsey's jaw clenched. He stepped forward, kneeling beside her. For a long, tense moment, the room was silent, filled only with the sound of their unsteady breaths.

Then, at last, he spoke.

"Let's run away."

Arata's head snapped up, her wide eyes locking onto his.

"What?" she whispered, her voice barely audible."Have you finally lost it?!"

"Let's run away together Arata," he repeated, his voice steadier now. "Start a new life. Somewhere far from here. We can live quietly, have children... be free from all of this." His hands trembled slightly as he reached for hers. "We can finally have the peace we always wanted. Our long term wish can finally be fulfilled."

For a brief second, Arata allowed herself to imagine it, a world where Dimitri's shadow didn't loom over them, where she could breathe without fear of being punished for simply existing.

Then, reality came crashing down.

"Yeah," she murmured bitterly. "Thank goodness you said it out loud, because it really is just a wish." She let out a humorless laugh. "Run away? Where exactly do you plan to go where Dimitri doesn't have eyes watching? He'll find us before we even make it out of the city walls."

She shook her head, her lips curling into a grimace. "Every road leads to death, Ramsey. There's only one way out of this mess..."

Ramsey frowned. "What do you mean?"

Arata's expression darkened.

"We have to kill that maid."

Ramsey stiffened. "What?"

Arata's eyes gleamed with cold determination. "She's the only loose end. If she talks, we're dead. If she disappears, our secret dies with her."

Ramsey let out a sharp breath, rubbing his face in frustration. "And if we kill her, Dimitri will find out about that too! You don't understand, Arata, he claimed her." His voice dropped to a whisper, as if speaking the words too loudly would summon the Beta Lord himself. "I saw it with my own eyes. He said she belongs to him."

Arata flinched.

"We both know what that means," Ramsey continued grimly. "The moment she caught his interest, she was given a death sentence, she just doesn't know it yet. None of the humans who serve the Beta Lord last long. They all end up dead. And not just for mistakes, sometimes just because he felt like it."

He held her gaze. "So why not wait? Let him kill her himself. We don't have to do anything that will put us in trouble."

Arata bit her lip, her fingers twitching in her lap. "But what if she doesn't die right away? What if she decides to spill everything tonight?"

Ramsey exhaled heavily, understanding the weight of her fear.

"We have to think of a way to silence her," Arata said, her voice steadier now. "Even if we don't kill her, we need to make sure she never opens her mouth. Maybe a threat... something she can't ignore."

Tears welled in her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away. "Dimitri doesn't want us concubines, but he won't let us go either. That monster enjoys watching us suffer. I refuse to die in his hands, Ramsey. I won't."

Ramsey inhaled deeply, his expression firming with resolve.

"Alright," he said at last, his voice low and serious. "I'll handle it."

Arata blinked. "What?"

He looked her in the eye. "I'll make sure she keeps her mouth shut."

His determination sent a chill down Arata's spine.

"I work in the servants' section. I'll have access to her no matter where she sleeps, even if she's been promoted to the Beta Lord's personal maid, she'll still stay in the maid quarters. That means she's within reach." He tightened his grip on her hands. "I will take care of this. I'll come up with something."

Arata stared at him for a long moment before finally nodding.

Ramsey pulled her into his arms, holding her close as she trembled against him.

No more words were spoken as there was nothing left to say.

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A golden-haired woman lay motionless on a plush bed, her body riddled with wounds, though already treated. Her chest pressed against the silk sheets while her swollen buttocks remained exposed to the cool air, every movement sending sharp stings through her aching body.

Slowly, Sorayah's eyes fluttered open. The dimly lit room came into focus, and the first thing she saw made her breath hitch.

Dimitri.

The Beta Lord sat in a chair near the bed, his broad frame relaxed, yet his presence felt suffocating. In his hand, he held a sword, meticulously wiping the blade with a cloth, his movements slow and deliberate.

Sorayah's heartbeat thundered in her ears. Instinctively, she shut her eyes again, feigning unconsciousness. She knew better than to let him see she was awake, not yet.

Where in the hell am I? she thought, her pulse quickening.

But before she could piece things together....

"If you're awake," Dimitri's deep voice cut through the silence, "then get off my bed."

A shiver ran down Sorayah's spine.

The sharp authority in his tone sent a jolt of fear through her, and she reacted on impulse. She sprang up too quickly, a gasp nearly escaping her lips as a searing pain shot through her backside. The abrupt movement aggravated her bruises, but she clenched her teeth, refusing to show any weakness.

Falling to her knees, she bowed her head low in submission. Yet, even as she did, her sharp gaze flickered around the room, drinking in the surroundings.

The luxurious chamber was adorned with expensive golden furniture, intricate tapestries draping the walls, and a grand chandelier casting an eerie glow. Everything about this place reeked of wealth, power, and danger.

The Beta Lord's room.

She swallowed hard, keeping her head down.

"Good," Dimitri finally spoke after a long pause. "You're fine now. I was starting to think the medicine was going to waste."

Sorayah dared to lift her eyes slightly, just enough to watch as he leaned back in his chair, his cold gaze assessing her like a predator studying wounded prey.

"Do you have any idea how precious those drugs are?" he mused, his tone laced with mockery. "But I suppose it's time for you to start earning your keep. You're fully healed now, so you can work to pay back what was used to save your life."

Sorayah's throat tightened.

"Thank you for saving my life, Beta Lord," she forced out, her voice barely above a whisper. Then, summoning the courage to ask, she added, "Where's Lily?"

Dimitri raised an eyebrow at the question, but Sorayah barely noticed.

It was only then that she realized her clothing had been changed.

Her old, tattered brown dress was gone, replaced by a silky purple gown. Her fingers clutched the fabric, her breath catching.

"W-Who changed my clothes?" she stammered, panic creeping into her voice.

But before Dimitri could answer, her mind quickly supplied a logical explanation. One of the maids must have done it. That was the only possibility.

Dimitri smirked, watching her struggle to process the situation.

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"Which question do you want me to answer first?" he asked, amusement evident in his tone. He finally set the sword aside, his fingers interlocking as he leaned forward, his predatory gaze locked onto hers.

Sorayah tensed.

"I'll answer in the order you asked," he continued lazily. "That little maid has been treated as well. She's resting in another room."

A wave of relief washed over Sorayah. Lily was safe. That was all that mattered.

But then Dimitri's next words sent her world spinning.

"And as for your second question..."

Sorayah's breath hitched. She didn't dare meet his eyes. Instead, she held onto her assumption, the maids must have changed me.

But then....

"I did," Dimitri said.