Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle-Chapter 49: Soul Splitting Arrow.

"I'll ask one more time. What the hell happened here?"

Mira's breath hitched as she walked up to him and threw herself into his arms, her fake tears soaking into his tunic.

"Your Highness!" she wailed, clutching at his chest. "That lowlife maid, she caused the death of my maids! My childhood maids!"

Dimitri's expression remained unreadable as his eyes flicked to the lifeless bodies sprawled on the ground whose blood had been soaked by the ground. He then shifted his attention to the two surviving servants who had accompanied Mira, their body shaking with fear as their heads remained bowed.

"Go outside and bring some guards. Have them remove these bodies from my training ground at once," he ordered, his voice devoid of emotion and laced with irritation.

"Yes, Your Highness!" the servants responded in unison before dashing off, leaving only Dimitri, Mira, and Sorayah.

Mira straightened, anger flashing in her eyes as she turned on Sorayah.

"She dared to step into your training ground," Mira spat. "And not only that, she touched your weapons with those filthy hands of hers! I only intended to discipline her, to teach her a lesson by cutting those hands off, but somehow, my maids ended up dead instead." Her voice trembled with barely suppressed rage. "She must have done something!"

Dimitri let out a slow exhale, his sharp features impassive. "Oh, I see."

Mira stiffened. That wasn't the reaction she had expected. Shouldn't he be furious? Shouldn't he be demanding Sorayah's immediate punishment? Instead, he turned his piercing gaze on the kneeling maid, his tone unreadable.

"You should explain yourself," he commanded.

Sorayah lowered herself further, pressing her forehead to the sand. Her voice, though soft, carried unwavering resolve.

"I beg your pardon, Your Highness, but I was never informed of this rule," she said. "I stumbled upon your training ground by accident and noticed the weapons were covered in dust. I thought it would be disrespectful to leave them that way, so I began cleaning them. That was when Lady Mira arrived. I tried to explain myself, but she refused to listen. She was intent on cutting off my hands. I had no choice but to defend myself." She paused, tilting her head upward ever so slightly. "And if I had lost my hands, Your Highness, how would I be able to satisfy your needs as your sex slave?"

Mira's body tensed with fury.

"Shut the hell up, you wretched girl!" she shrieked. "You don't need your hands to please him! You need your private parts, you filthy bitch!" Her voice was venomous, her face twisted in anger. "And even if you keep them, you will never satisfy him! You'll be dead before you even get the chance!"

Dimitri chuckled, the sound deep and amused.

"Ah, I see..." he murmured, stepping closer, his smirk widening. His emerald eyes gleamed with interest. "So, you used the skills you claimed to have learned in the human kingdom to defend yourself?" He tilted his head slightly. "Fascinating. Maids trained in martial arts were no match for you? Just how strong are you then?"

Sorayah's fingers curled into fists against the ground. There was something about the way he was looking at her, like a predator intrigued by unexpected prey, that sent a chill down her spine.

Mira scoffed, refusing to back down.

"I don't care if she's your sex slave, Your Highness. You must punish her!" she insisted. "You can always replace her with someone else. Not only did she dare to disrespect me, but she also caused the death of my maids!" She took a deep breath, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "And perhaps... you should look into her background more closely. I'm quite curious about what kind of 'martial arts' she's mastered."

Dimitri studied Sorayah for a long moment before stepping away from them both. He walked toward an array of weapons arranged neatly on a nearby rack, his fingers trailing over the polished handles of the swords, the edges of the blades gleaming under the moonlight. Finally, his hand settled on a particular bow, one adorned with the werewolf symbol, its arrowhead forged into the shape of a three-pronged star.

He lifted it, his voice low and deliberate.

"The Soul-Splitting Arrow," he mused.

Mira's breath hitched as he turned back toward them, the bow still in his hand.

Dimitri strode toward her and grasped her wrist firmly, leading her to a designated shooting platform. His grip was firm yet controlled, his movements deliberate.

"Only I and the Alpha Emperor know how to shoot this arrow. The past emperor taught only the both of us. Those taught this skill never know how to teach other people except that person has a deep knowledge and somehow connected to the arrow." he said, positioning the weapon in her hand. "Do you know why?"

Mira swallowed hard but shook her head.

Dimitri smirked. "Because only one percent of werewolves survive its strike."

The tension in the air thickened. Even Sorayah felt a strange sense of foreboding.

"This arrow is forged with iron and imbued with water from the Full Moon Spring, a sacred place within the palace," he continued, his tone darkening. "If you are struck in a non-lethal area, you may survive... but you will be paralyzed. If you are struck in the heart, however..." He trailed off, watching Mira's expression carefully. "Not even the gods can save you."

Mira's breathing quickened.

"But the best part?" Dimitri added, his smirk widening. "Even those who do survive won't last long. The poison will rot their bodies from the inside out, ensuring a slow and painful death within weeks."

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Sorayah's heart skipped a beat. A cold shiver ran down her spine as she stared at Dimitri, trying to anticipate his next move.

What is he going to do now?

Dimitri's expression remained unreadable as he took a step closer. His deep voice, laced with authority, cut through the tense silence.

"I said it before, only I have the right to kill you," he stated. "But I never forbade anyone from hurting you. That means Lady Mira did nothing wrong in reprimanding you."

Sorayah clenched her fists against the floor, her jaw tightening.

"Touching my weapons is punishable by death," Dimitri continued, his eyes glinting with something dark. "Only Mira may touch them, for she is my mate. And yet, despite having that right, she has always respected me enough not to. But you? You forced her hand today."

His gaze darkened further.

"Sex slaves and palace servants touching my weapons with their filthy hands is an insult to me," he declared. "An insult that cannot be tolerated."

Sorayah's breath hitched.

What?! Has he lost his mind?

Her anger flared like a wildfire, burning through the forced restraint she had tried so hard to maintain.

How was I supposed to know when no one told me?!

She swallowed her fury, forcing herself to remain still. She couldn't afford to lose her composure, not now, not in front of Dimitri but her mind kept racing.

Her thoughts came to a halt as Dimitri let out a low chuckle, his smirk widening.

"But I can pardon you for this, since you were unaware of the rule," he said.

Sorayah barely had time to process his words before his expression hardened once more.

"But you disrespected my lady," he added coldly. "And for that, you must be punished."

Even though Dimitri doesn't love Mira, he still held her in high regards. And he could only reprimand her privately when they're alone but will always favour her in front of others to respect her even if her actions doesn't make sense.

Sorayah clenched her jaw, swallowing back the sharp retort that threatened to slip past her lips.

What did I expect from this fool? He may be a Beta Lord, but he's the biggest idiot I've ever come across.

Dimitri suddenly lifted his hand, pointing towards a statue positioned at the far end of the training ground.

"Stand there," he ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

Sorayah's eyes widened in horror.

Is he seriously about to shoot me with that arrow?!

Panic coiled in her stomach, tightening like a vice. She had powers but even that wouldn't save her. If she were struck in the heart by the Soul-Splitting Arrow, she wouldn't die immediately, but she would be paralyzed, and within weeks, she would succumb to an agonizing death just as Dimitri had described.

Sorayah's breath grew shallow, her pulse hammering in her ears.

Dimitri's voice cut through her thoughts.

"I don't like repeating myself," he said, his eyes burning with impatience.

There was no doubt in her mind now, this wasn't just about punishing her for insulting Mira. There was something more.

Is this because I asked him to free the teenagers at the sex slave organization? she wondered. Or... is it because I stabbed him during the full moon?

She had expected retribution for that night, but Dimitri had never once brought it up. And yet, a man like him, one who despised being challenged would never let such an offense go unpunished.

This was about control. Power.

He wouldn't really kill me over this... would he?

Sorayah inhaled sharply, her hands trembling slightly as she stepped toward the statue. Every muscle in her body screamed at her to run, to fight, to do something. But she forced herself to move, each step heavier than the last.

Without wasting any time, Dimitri turned back to Mira, lifting her delicate hand and placing it on the bow. His fingers covered hers, guiding her movements with an ease that made her blush.

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"This can be considered a fitting punishment for the maid who offended you in front of your servants," Dimitri said, his voice low, almost teasing.