Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle-Chapter 50: You Will Accompany Me To War.

Mira's cheeks flushed, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk as she positioned herself beside Dimitri, fully aware of the power she now wielded over Sorayah.

Sorayah stood rigid, her breath caught in her throat as she watched Dimitri prepare the arrow. His emerald eyes were locked onto her, calculating and dangerous.

Her heart pounded violently.

If he struck any other part of her body, she could heal. But her heart, if the arrow pierced her heart, she would die. And that was something she could not allow. Dimitri's was unreadable and she couldn't tell whether he was being serious or simply trying to terrify her.

I will not die at the hands of my enemies. If I must, I will die on my own terms.

Sorayah's gaze remained fixed on the arrow, her entire body poised for flight. Every muscle was taut, prepared to propel her away the moment he released it.

Then, in one swift movement, Dimitri loosed the arrow.

Sorayah's eyes widened as the arrow soared through the air, not toward her, but upward. In the span of a heartbeat, it struck a bird in flight. The creature plummeted to the ground before her, its body darkening until it turned pitch black. Within seconds, its flesh shriveled, burned away by an unseen force, leaving only a pile of scorched bones resting in a pool of thick, inky blood.

The breath Sorayah had been holding came rushing out in a trembling exhale.

He was only trying to scare her afterall.

Relief warred with lingering fear, but she forced herself to remain still, to school her expression. A moment ago, she had been prepared to flee. If the arrow had come for her, she would have unleashed her magic and vanished away. She had already resigned herself to abandoning her current life and taking on a new identity if necessary. But now, those plans were no longer needed.

Mira turned to Dimitri, eyes wide with confusion. "Why did you aim for the bird instead of that maid, Your Highness?"

Dimitri didn't spare her a glance. His gaze remained locked onto Sorayah, his expression unreadable, save for the smirk playing at the edges of his lips. "I suddenly thought of something," he mused, his tone laced with amusement.

Mira furrowed her brows. "Something?" she echoed, skepticism creeping into her voice.

Dimitri's smirk widened. "Something fun."

Sorayah's stomach twisted uneasily. Everytime Dimitri mentioned the word interesting or fun, it only means one thing and that is he had come to a dangerous decision.

"Come here," Dimitri commanded, his voice carrying an air of authority that left no room for defiance bringing Sorayah out of her whirlpool of thoughts. "Don't waste my time. I have more pressing matters to attend to."

Sorayah swallowed hard, forcing herself to move. Her feet felt like lead, her body trembling despite her attempts to steady herself. Each step toward him felt like she was walking toward her own execution.

Meanwhile, the guards Mira's maids had summoned earlier arrived, silently gathering the corpses littering the Beta Lord's training grounds.

By the time Sorayah reached them, Mira's expression had darkened with barely contained fury. The sight of her dead maid being carried away only fueled her anger more, but she remained silent, waiting for Dimitri to speak.

Sorayah stood before him, barely able to keep herself upright. "I'm here, Your Highness," she said, her voice quieter than she would have liked.

Dimitri didn't respond immediately. Instead, he studied her, his gaze piercing, searching. The silence stretched uncomfortably, making Sorayah's pulse hammer against her ribs.

Mira, unable to stand it any longer, stepped forward. "What's going on, Your Highness?" she demanded, fists clenched at her sides.

Dimitri finally broke his silence, his smirk turning razor-sharp. "You're quite skilled in martial arts," he said casually, as if discussing the weather. "No doubt about that. You claimed to have learned only the basics, but that's a ridiculous lie."

Sorayah's blood ran cold.

"If you had only learned basic self-defense, then Mira's maid wouldn't be dead." He took a deliberate step closer, towering over her. "Do you really think I wouldn't see through such a poorly crafted deception? Do you truly believe I, the Beta lord, a general who had spent all his lives on the battlefield would be foolish enough to believe such nonsense?"

Sorayah's knees buckled beneath her. She dropped to the ground instinctively, her head bowed, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her mind raced, searching for a way to explain herself, to spin a believable lie.

Dimitri's voice hardened. "Now, tell me the truth. Where did you learn those skills?"

Sorayah clenched her fists against the dirt, her nails digging into her palms.

"You're not an amateur," Dimitri continued, his tone edged with dark amusement. "Anyone who can manipulate their opponent into making a fatal mistake is far from inexperienced. So tell me, Sorayah...." He crouched beside her, gripping her chin between his fingers, forcing her to meet his eyes. "Who trained you?"

Sorayah bit her lip, forcing herself to remain calm, but the heat of his gaze seared through her composure. She had been so careful. So meticulous but then somehow she had to showcase a defence skill an amateur would never have known.

Sorayah kept her head bowed as she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I learned it from my father."

Dimitri's smirk faded, replaced by a cold, calculating gaze. "And who is your father?"

"He's a low-level guard in the human capital," she replied, forcing herself to swallow the lump forming in her throat. "A prison guard. To better control the prisoners and reprimand them if they became difficult, learning these skills was necessary. That's why he taught me."

Dimitri tilted his head slightly. "Oh, I see. A guard's daughter. Interesting." His voice was unreadable, but there was something in his tone that made Sorayah uneasy. "I was under the impression that guards only passed down their martial skills to their sons, while their daughters were expected to stay in the kitchen, be courteous, elegant, and obedient. That's certainly common in human kingdoms. Werewolves, however, expect both genders to learn combat if they are from influential families. It's a must, unless the individual chooses otherwise. That choice, of course, is respected."

Sorayah swallowed again, her throat dry. "I am an only child. That's why I was taught."

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Mira scoffed, folding her arms as she glared at Sorayah. "Whatever though. You might have been a match for my maids because they're not that experienced as they're maids and can't be taught too much skills but then if you dare showcase this skill of yours in front of other werewolves skilled than you, you'll be dead but then that day wouldn't come as you'll die how. She then turned her gaze towards Dimitri. "Your Highness? I can't wait for you to punish this lowlife."

Dimitri turned to face Mira, placing his hands on her shoulders in a calming gesture. "Patience, Mira. Tell me, how would it feel for a guard's daughter to be given the chance to fight for her life on the battlefield?"

Mira blinked, confusion and curiosity flickering across her face. "What do you mean, Your Highness?"

Dimitri shifted his gaze back to Sorayah, his expression darkening. "I will be leaving the palace soon to go to war, a war not only between human kingdoms but also between werewolf packs. It's going to be a tough war."

Sorayah's stomach twisted with dread. And what does that have to do with me? she thought, swallowing hard.

Dimitri's voice was sharp and unwavering. "As the daughter of a guard, I will give you the opportunity to fight for your life on the battlefield. You have committed many offenses, many of which I have overlooked. But now, I believe this is a fitting punishment."

Sorayah's heart dropped. Her body tensed as she listened to his next words.

"You will accompany me to war," he declared. "Whether you live or die will depend entirely on your strength and whatever skills your father has taught you."

Sorayah felt the blood drain from her face. How could he expect her to fight in a werewolf war? She had fought battles before against humans who sought to claim her land but never against werewolves.

Mira let out a delighted laugh. "She's definitely going to die!" she exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement. "Ordinary prison guards don't fight wars. Sending her to war means death as I know she had never gone to war before."

Dimitri's lips curled into a smirk as he turned to Mira. "Now do you understand why I'm not willing to kill her outright? Or cripple her?" He arched a brow, his expression smug. "She will need to be in perfect condition if she wants to fight for her life."

He then shifted his attention back to Sorayah, his gaze filled with something unreadable. "As my sex slave, it is only natural that you follow your master wherever he goes," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "After all, your primary role is to satisfy me whenever I desire. But now, we have discovered another talent of yours, one that could prove useful. A guard's daughter? That could be an advantage. Of course, only time will tell if I'll actually benefit from it. If you survive, that is. If not..." He shrugged carelessly. "Well, that would be unfortunate."

With that, Dimitri turned toward the exit, ready to leave.

"Your Highness, wait!" Mira called out, halting him mid-step. "How about I punish her first? I promise I won't harm her limbs." Her lips curled into a wicked smile. "Since she's a guard's daughter, perhaps working in the mines or at sea would be suitable. It will strengthen her muscles before she follows you to war."

Though Mira had already accepted Dimitri's words, her anger had not subsided. The only way she could ease her frustration, at least for now was by watching Sorayah suffer before she was eventually sent to battle.

Dimitri considered this for a moment before nodding. "Very well. Do what you must but ensure she does not die."

With that, he turned and strode out of the training grounds, leaving Sorayah to her fate.