Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle-Chapter 37: Freedom..?

"I'll check on her every day, but I can assure you that she won't get pregnant," the doctor announced with a deep bow, his voice steady. "She's weak as well, so I'll prescribe some nutritional medicine to help balance her system. You have nothing to worry about, Your Highness."

Dimitri remained silent, his expression unreadable. Instead, he raised his hand in a silent command. The doctor understood immediately and exited the chamber now leaving Dimitri and Sorayah alone in the room.

A moment later, Liam entered, his sword resting at his waist. He bowed slightly. "My lord. What are your orders?"

"Fetch some maidservants to clean her up. Quickly," Dimitri ordered, his tone firm and unyielding.

Liam gave a swift bow before turning on his heel and leaving the chamber to carry out his orders.

Meanwhile, Sorayah remained seated on the bed, her body still and rigid. The tears had stopped flowing, perhaps because she had cried them all out. But though her face was dry, her heart bled inside her chest.

Dimitri pulled a chair toward her and sat down, his emerald eyes scrutinizing her face. "You'll stay in my quarters from now on," he stated, his voice calm but firm. "You won't have to attend to me, nor will I force you to do anything. The other maids will serve you." He exhaled, then added, "Once it's confirmed you're not carrying my child, I will grant you freedom. Or, if you choose, you may stay here. You belong to me now, but the choice is yours."

For the first time since the incident happened last night, Sorayah spoke, her voice laced with bitter amusement. "Freedom?" A smirk curled her lips, though anger flickered in her eyes.

"Yes," Dimitri confirmed, watching her reaction closely. "You'll be free to go anywhere you wish in this world." He leaned forward slightly, his gaze unreadable. "Or, if there is something else you desire, tell me. I might just grant it."

Sorayah's smirk widened into a humorless laugh. "Since when do humans experience this so-called freedom while your kind still walks the earth?" Her laughter grew darker, twisted with venom. "There is no freedom for humans as long as you animals.. " she spat the word like poison, "...continue to exist."

Dimitri let out a deep sigh. "I know you're angry about what happened, about your sister's death, and about... last night." His voice dropped lower, but it was void of emotion "But when I say freedom, I mean that I will grant you protection. No werewolf will have the right to harm you. You will be one of us, able to live freely here or in human territory without fear."

Sorayah scoffed. "Such a joke," she sneered. "You don't want to tell me that you're unaware we were drugged, do you? And the one who killed Lily?" She crossed her arms, her piercing gaze locking onto his. "How dare you talk about freedom with me when I will never have it not unless I slay the ones who wronged me!"

Dimitri held her gaze but said nothing.

"You're the Beta Lord," she continued, her tone sharp as a blade. "A general. Don't tell me you can't even distinguish right from wrong anymore. Or are you simply turning a blind eye to protect the culprit?"

"Oh yeah. You werewolves don't know anything than to purnish the weak ones anyways." Sorayah added with a wide smirk.

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For a long moment, there was silence. Then, Dimitri's expression darkened, his voice turning cold. "Every maid in this mansion, whether human or werewolf, belongs to me," he stated, his words like daggers to her heart. "What happened between us is not a crime. It is simply the way of things."

Sorayah's heart clenched painfully, but she masked her fury behind a calm, collected expression.

She inhaled deeply before speaking again, her voice laced with mockery. "What happened last night only proves that you're not responsible for my sister's death although I originally thought you were." She tilted her head, her lips curling into a smirk. "And since we were drugged, the one responsible for it has nothing to do with my sister's murder. Otherwise, they wouldn't have given me a sex drug, they would have poisoned me instead."

She leaned slightly closer, her voice lowering. "So tell me, general... is this what it is?

Dimitri's gaze remained steady, though his jaw tightened.

Sorayah let out a soft chuckle. "You already know who drugged me just as I do. Her smirk deepened. "That's why they haven't been punished. Because they aren't an ordinary human... nor an ordinary werewolf. If any of the mansion maid had pulled this trick, then they'll have been dead."

Before Dimitri could reply, two maids dressed in elegant purple attire stepped into the room. Their heads bowed low in submission.

"Greetings, Your Highness," they chorused in unison.

Dimitri turned to them briefly before shifting his gaze back to Sorayah. "You should get cleaned up and rest," he said, his voice firm with its usual coldness. Then, addressing the maids, he continued, "From now on, you are tasked with taking care of her every need. See that she lacks nothing."

"Yes, Your Highness," the maids responded, their heads still bowed.

Sorayah let out a soft scoff, her fingers curling into the sheets beneath her. "I will never be free until I avenge Lily," she murmured, more to herself than anyone else. Her voice carried an eerie calm, but her eyes burned with a quiet, vengeful fire. "The Those who had caused me so much pain, I'll make them suffer ten times what I endured. No...a hundred times. It won't be quick. It won't be merciful. Only when they have begged for death and still been denied it will I finally be free."

Dimitri studied her for a moment longer, something unreadable flickering in his emerald eyes. Then, without another word, he turned and strode toward the door. Before leaving, he cast her one last glance.

"I'll see you soon, Sorayah."

With that, he disappeared through the doorway, leaving Sorayah in the hands of the two human maids.

~•~

Mira reclined lazily in her plush feathered chair, her eyes closed in sheer indulgence as the rhythmic breeze of two hand fans caressed her skin. It was a rare moment of peace, one she relished.

Until....

"Your Highness..."

A panicked voice shattered the tranquility, echoing through the chamber like a sharp crack of lightning.

Mira's eyes flew open. Her chest heaved from the sudden rush of fear, though she quickly masked it with irritation.

Her gaze snapped to the trembling maid before her. "What is wrong with you? Have you forgotten your manners?" she snapped, her tone laced with displeasure.

The maid immediately bowed lower, visibly shaken. "F-Forgive me, my lady. But I bring urgent news from the Beta Lord's quarters."

Mira arched a brow, a wicked smirk creeping onto her lips. "His highness personal maid is dead, right?" she asked, her voice almost purring with satisfaction. She let out a soft, amused chuckle. "Poor thing. She lost her sister, and now she's lost her life as well. How tragic."

The maid hesitated, her expression tight with unease. "She... isn't dead, Your Highness."

Mira's smirk froze. A sudden coldness slithered down her spine.

"What?" she asked sharply, her voice dangerously low. "What do you mean she's still alive?" She bolted upright, her previous composure evaporating. "Aren't the Beta Lord's personal maids supposed to die every full moon night?"

The maid swallowed, her hands twisting in front of her. "She wasn't killed, my lady... she was..." She hesitated before forcing the words out. "...defiled by the Beta Lord instead."

The room fell into a suffocating silence.

Mira's breath hitched. It took her a full moment to process the words, but when she did, rage surged through her veins like wildfire.

"That wench!" she snarled under her breath, her fists clenching. "How is that even possible?"

"I-I don't know, my lady," the maid stammered, though anger simmered in her own tone as well. "We... didn't need to kill her sister since someone else did it first. That worked in our favor and there was no need for you to take the risk of offending the Beta Lord by executing a mere maid yourself. But... this?" She shook her head in disbelief. "It makes no sense. Sorayah should be dead last night."

Mira exhaled sharply, her mind racing. "That wretched girl had plenty of enemies in the mansion, so it's no surprise someone took her sister's life. Probably one of those fools whose hands were severed because of her. Or perhaps she offended someone of higher status that we haven't uncovered yet."

Her nails dug into the fabric of her gown as she gritted her teeth. "I deliberately kept my hands clean from her sister's death, and fate conveniently took care of it for me. But. " her voice grew colder, "....she should have died last night. Why didn't she?"

The maid's expression darkened. "That's what troubles me as well, my lady. No other personal maid of the Beta Lord has ever escaped death on a full moon night. None. How did she survive? She must have pulled some sort of trick to make the Beta Lord... sleep with her instead."

Mira's eyes gleamed with malice. "She wants to be his woman, does she?" Her laughter was sharp and venomous. "How utterly foolish. No trick, no potion, no manipulation should have worked on the Beta Lord. Just what went wrong last night?"

She stood abruptly, pacing back and forth like a restless predator. Her mind churned, calculating.

"I need to see His Highness. Now."

The maid nodded. "He should be in his study by this hour."

"Then prepare some tea and biscuits," Mira ordered, her tone eerily calm despite the fury simmering beneath it. "I'll pay him a visit."

The maid gave a swift bow. "At once, Your Highness." She turned and hurried out of the chamber.

Mira stood still for a moment, her expression unreadable.

Then, ever so slightly, a wicked smile curled at the corners of her lips.

If that wench thought she had escaped her fate, she was gravely mistaken.