Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle-Chapter 47: When Was The Last Time I Held My Favorite Weapon?

Before Dimitri and Sorayah arrived at the werewolf kingdom, Dimitri's entire household had already moved to the palace. Without delay, he made his way towards his new quarters, while Sorayah followed behind, dressed in a modest pink skirt and blouse. Her hair was lightly adorned with pearl hairpins, an innocent touch that did little to mask the cruel reality of her attire.

The moment she stepped into Dimitri quarters in the palace, the palace maids, who had been recently replaced by Dimitri's own servants, immediately took notice. Whispers rippled through the corridors.

"A sex slave," someone murmured under their breath.

Despite the muted chatter, Sorayah kept her expression neutral. She already knew what the outfit signified sex slaves, while given a few privileges, were still seen as little more than commodities, objects to be used and discarded at their owner's whim. A deep sense of humiliation burned beneath her skin, but she swallowed it down. Now wasn't the time to react.

And besides she doesn't understand why the maids are over reacting. It's not like this is the first time the beta lord will own a sex slave or is it? But then she doesn't have the time to dwell on that.

Dimitri sat motionless in his chair inside his private chamber s, exuding an air of cold detachment. Sorayah stood beside him, her head bowed, hands clasped in front of her. Liam, stood before him, flipping through a stack of documents, pointing out key details as Dimitri listened in silence.

After some time, Liam gathered the documents and took his leave, bowing slightly before exiting the chamber. The palace maids assigned to the room had also finished their tasks and quickly slipped out, leaving Sorayah alone with Dimitri.

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A heavy silence settled between them before Dimitri finally broke it.

"That little girl should arrive at the palace tonight," he said, his tone flat as he returned his gaze to the document in his hands. "She needs treatment, or she won't survive much longer."

Sorayah's head snapped up slightly, relief washing over her. "Thank you so much, Your Highness," she said, bowing deeply in gratitude.

Dimitri sighed, lowering the document at last to meet her gaze. His emerald eyes were as unreadable as ever. "I've already told you not to thank me," he said, his voice laced with irritation. "I simply kept my word. Nothing more."

Then, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "And just so we're clear, even though you are my sex slave now, you don't interest me in the slightest. I told you before, and I'll tell you again that your body does nothing for me. You're far too flat."

Sorayah remained calm, unfazed by his words. She had heard them countless times before. At this point, she was almost grateful for his indifference. If Dimitri had no interest in her body, then she didn't have to endure his touch, a thought that made her stomach churn. Everything about werewolves disgusted her. Their presence, their power, their arrogance, it all filled her with a deep, festering hatred.

"I understand, Your Highness," she said quietly, keeping her head bowed. "I will serve you in other ways, just as I did before. I can prepare your bath, lay out your clothes, tend to your quarters..."

Dimitri cut her off with a scoff. "There's no need for that," he said, amusement flickering in his eyes. "You may be my sex slave in name, but I have no use for you in that regard."

Sorayah barely had time to process the faint sense of relief before his next words sent a chill down her spine.

"However," Dimitri continued, tilting his head slightly, "even though you belong to me, don't forget His Imperial Highness, the Alpha Emperor, has the right to claim any sex slave in the kingdom."

Sorayah's heart dropped.

"What?" she whispered, lifting her gaze slightly. "What do you mean?"

Dimitri leaned back in his chair, his smirk widening at her reaction. "No matter who a sex slave belongs to, if the Alpha Emperor decides he wants them, he gets them. He is the emperor, the Alpha of Alphas. Everything in this kingdom belongs to him, including slaves."

Sorayah's hands clenched at her sides. Her stomach twisted violently, and for the first time in a long while, fear settled in her bones. "Are you saying... that the Alpha Emperor could take me as his sex slave?" she asked, barely able to keep the tremor out of her voice. "That I could be forced to...."

"Be groomed for him?" Dimitri finished mockingly. He let out a dark chuckle. "Of course. It wouldn't be the first time he's done it."

Sorayah felt lightheaded. The thought of falling into the Alpha Emperor's clutches was even worse than being bound to Dimitri.

"I control all the slaves outside the palace, sex slaves, labor slaves, all of them. But once they step inside the werewolf kingdom, both the Alpha Emperor and I have authority over them. If he commands it, his orders outweigh mine. If he asks for a new girl, he gets one. If I were you, I'll make sure I never cross path with the alpha emperor."

Sorayah felt sick.

She lowered her gaze, her heart still pounding. Even though Dimitri's protection felt like a small mercy, she knew better than to trust it. In this kingdom, she was nothing more than property. And property could be claimed, traded, or discarded at any moment.

"Thank you for the information, Your Highness. I'll make sure not to cross His Highness, the Alpha Emperor," Sorayah said, lowering herself to her knees and offering a deep bow.

"I didn't tell you this because I care about that life of yours but then just as I've said before, only I have the right to end your life. If the alpha emperor decides to kill you because I know you're trouble yourself, you're filled with trouble and could get into trouble with that mouth of yours and actions. I might end up killing you in death if that happens so be careful," Dimitri said, his voice laced with indifference. "I told you because it's what I would tell any sex slave who follows me to the palace."

He rose from his chair, picking up his sword and turning it in his hands, admiring the gleaming blade. The afternoon light caught the metal, making it shimmer with an ominous glow.

"You can leave now. Tell Liam to come in," he added without sparing her another glance.

"Yes, Your Highness," Sorayah murmured, offering another bow before rising from the floor and making her way out of Dimitri's quarters.

Once outside, the warm afternoon sun cast a golden glow across her face, but it did nothing to soothe the turmoil within her. Her gaze traveled over Dimitri's new mansion, an impressive structure that loomed over her like a silent reminder of her captivity.

So I can't leave his mansion just so to avoid the alpha emperor? she wondered, heaving a heavy sigh. The thought of being confined, unable to move freely, only tightened the knot in her chest.

Lost in thought, she continued walking until she stumbled upon a spacious yard. Her steps slowed as her eyes swept over the scene before her, rows of statues, baskets filled with bows and arrows, swords, spears, and various other weapons arranged in perfect order.

Dimitri's new training ground.

He'll definitely be visiting here often, she mused, stepping forward.

Her fingers traced the polished wood of a bow resting in one of the baskets. Slowly, she picked it up, feeling the familiar weight in her hands.

When was the last time I held my favorite weapon?

A lump formed in her throat as memories flooded her mind. Tears pricked her eyes as she turned her gaze to one of the statues, staring at it as though it were Lupien himself.

She could almost see his face in the cold stone, mocking her.

Her mind drifted back to a time long gone, back when the human kingdom still flourished. She recalled the countless hours spent training under her father's watchful gaze, his firm voice guiding her as she learned the art of combat. He had taught her that weapons were meant to protect those she loved.

But in the end, her bow had failed her.

It couldn't save her father, protect her people as well as stop the fall of her kingdom.

Her grip on the bow tightened, her hands trembling as she pulled an arrow from the basket and nocked it. She lifted the bow, aiming directly at the statue's heart.

I'm already inside the palace but then I need to get closer to Lupien too. Be a normal servant but I refuse to be a sex slave.

Her lips trembled as silent tears slipped down her cheeks. The reality of her situation weighed heavily on her.

He'll recognize my face and that's one weapon I can use against him as I already have a plan hence I believe he wouldn't want me as an ordinary sex slave.

Doubt crept into her mind as she thought about Dimitri's words.

Should I just take Dimitri's advice and remain in his mansion for now? Could I really start my revenge from here? Of course, the person who killed Lily is in this mansion anyways. Could it be those maids? I really don't want to accuse anyone yet until I'm sure if it.

Her thoughts shifted to the night of the Alpha Gala, the night assassins infiltrated the palace.

Someone else wants Lupien dead too... but who?

A strange mix of frustration and curiosity filled her. She couldn't allow another to take what was rightfully hers. I can't let them kill him before I do, can I?

She need to observe. To watch from the shadows and learn. Whoever had orchestrated that attack was someone from within the palace. She is certain of it. Palace conspiracies were nothing new, and now that she was here, she had a chance to uncover the truth.

If I can succeed in masking my scent so as to start using my powers, then blending in will be easy. It's only a matter of time before I find out who was behind it. But for now...

She lowered the bow slightly, exhaling shakily.

For now, I think I need to stick with Dimitri. Stick with him till I mask my magical scent I guess. The revenge plan can only start by staying at his side.

Just as she was about to release her grip on the weapon, a voice shattered the silence.

"What are you doing there?"

Sorayah's heart lurched in her chest.