Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle-Chapter 51: The Mines.

With that, Dimitri turned on his heel and strode out of the training grounds, his broad shoulders disappearing into the distance. He left without a second glance, abandoning Sorayah to whatever fate awaited her in his absence.

The moment he was gone, a wicked smirk curled upon Mira's lips. Slowly, she turned to face Sorayah, who was still kneeling on the hard ground. The victorious gleam in her eyes was unmistakable.

At the subtle flick of Mira's wrist, the guards who had just returned from burying her slain maids stepped forward. Without hesitation, they seized Sorayah by her arms, hauling her roughly to her feet. Her body swayed slightly, but she steadied herself, refusing to show weakness.

"I hope you understand your place now," Mira sneered, crossing her arms over her chest as she assessed Sorayah with a look of pure disdain. "Even though you have risen to the rank of His Highness's personal plaything, you are still nothing more than a lowly slave. And unless you earn your master's favor, you will remain beneath the dirt where you belong."

Sorayah remained silent. She exhaled a deep, measured breath, her gaze fixed on the ground. She would not give Mira the satisfaction of a reaction.

Mira's smirk deepened. "Bring her with me. We're going to the mines."

At her command, the guards bowed their heads in obedience. Without wasting another moment, Mira turned on her heel and strode toward the exit, her flowing garments trailing behind her like a banner of triumph. The guards dragged Sorayah along, forcing her to keep pace.

Once outside the palace gates, Mira climbed into a waiting carriage, a lavish contraption drawn by two muscular black horses. The driver, a grim-faced werewolf, perched at the front, reins in hand. As Mira settled comfortably inside, she leaned her head against the plush interior and snapped her fingers.

"Tie her to the back," she ordered lazily.

The guards obeyed without hesitation, binding Sorayah's wrists with thick rope and securing her to the back of the carriage. She was expected to walk..no, run behind the moving carriage like a tethered beast.

"Hurry up! We need to reach the mines by nightfall," Mira called out, her voice laced with cruel amusement. "Pick up the pace, driver. I want us there as soon as possible."

Sorayah's eyes widened in shock. They expected her to keep up with the horses? Under the scorching sun?

Before she could protest, the horses neighed sharply, and the driver cracked the reins. The carriage lurched forward, forcing Sorayah into a stumbling run. Her bound hands made it nearly impossible to balance, and she knew that if she fell, she would be dragged mercilessly over the dirt road.

Mira's laughter rang from inside the carriage, filled with sadistic delight.

A normal human would have been doomed. But Sorayah was no ordinary human.

Summoning every ounce of her strength, she forced her legs to move, quickly matching the horses' brisk pace. Her muscles burned with exertion, her breath came in harsh pants, but she kept going.

Mira, who had been peeking out the carriage window to watch Sorayah's struggle, frowned in disbelief.

"Impossible..." she muttered, eyes narrowing. "She's actually keeping up?"

She then assumed that Sorayah's combat training had granted her some level of endurance, but this... this was beyond mere training. It was unnatural.

Gritting her teeth, Mira turned her attention to the driver. "Faster!" she barked. "Werewolf speed!"

The driver hesitated for a fraction of a second before obeying. A subtle pulse of energy passed through him, transferring his supernatural speed to the horses. Instantly, they surged forward, their hooves pounding against the dirt road with newfound intensity.

Sorayah barely had time to react before the force yanked her forward. Her knees hit the ground hard, scraping against the rough terrain. Pain flared up her legs, but she clenched her jaw, struggling to rise even as her body was dragged along the road.

Gasps and murmurs filled the streets as onlookers, werewolves and slaves alike watched in horror. The dirt clung to her torn clothes, her once-beautiful baby pink skirt now drenched in blood from her wounds. Still, she refused to scream.

Mira cackled from the carriage, enjoying the sight.

Yet, even as Sorayah was dragged, even though she couldn't openly activate her healing magic, her body healed on its own, albeit at a slower pace than if she had consciously wielded her abilities. Bruises faded, cuts sealed themselves, and even as fresh wounds opened, they were mended before they could fester.

By the time they left the capital behind, Mira gestured silently to the driver, signaling him to slow down.

The reason was clear: outside the kingdom, the roads were no longer smooth. Jagged rocks and uneven ground stretched as far as the eye could see. If the carriage continued at full speed, Sorayah's body would be torn apart before they even reached the mines and sfe couldn't afford that as Dimitri had warned her that Sorayah must not die.

The rest of the journey continued at a more controlled pace. Though Sorayah's body was filthy, her hair matted with dirt, her lips parched from thirst, her wounds had already closed. She remained standing, her posture tense yet unyielding.

As night fell, the sky darkened into an endless abyss, a half-moon hanging ominously above them. The wind carried the distant howls of werewolves on the hunt, their cries mixing with the occasional chirping of night birds.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the mine came into view.

The towering gates stood tall, their iron bars rusted with time. Just as the guards prepared to seal the entrance for the night, they spotted Mira's approaching carriage. Without question, they pulled the gates open, allowing them to pass.

Once inside the mines, Mira stepped out of the carriage while Sorayah hands were united from the carriage and dagger towards her. A burly werewolf guard with a bald head and a sword strapped to his waist approached Mira immediately and bowed deeply before her. His sharp eyes gleamed in the dim candle light.

The distant murmurs of slaves could be heard in the distant accompanied by the sounds of chains clanging.

"Greetings, my lady," he said, his voice deep and gruff. "What brings you to the mines at such a late hour?"

Mira smiled warmly, though there was a calculated sharpness to her gaze. "I've brought you a slave who will work here for three days," she announced smoothly. "His Highness, the Beta Lord, is set to leave for war in three days, and his personal sex slave will work during that time before accompanying him."

The guard, Adam, let out a low chuckle, his expression twisting with disdain as his gaze fell upon Sorayah. "Ah, I see. So she's not favored. A human," he spat, his tone filled with disgust.

"Yes, Adam," Mira confirmed with an air of amusement. "She is to be punished for her crimes. Make sure she suffers but do not let her die."

Mira then stepped closer, slipping a heavy sack into Adam's palm. The distinct jingle of gold coins echoed softly between them. Adam weighed the bag in his hand before smirking knowingly.

"Since she isn't favored, shouldn't we just let her die?" he suggested with a sinister laugh. "Accidents happen all the time at the mines, my lady. If a lowly sex slave perishes, no one would question it."

Mira's smirk widened. "His Highness gave a direct order. I can punish her, but she must not die or lose any of her limbs as he still has use for her." She then turned towards Sorayah, whose gaze remained fixed on the ground. Her hands, clenched tightly at her sides, trembled slightly, though whether from exhaustion or fury was unclear.

Adam exhaled through his nose, nodding. "Alright, my lady. She'll start work tomorrow then. The mines are closed for the night, and the other slaves have retired to their resting places."

"No!" Mira's voice rang out sharply, her eyes flashing with irritation. "She starts tonight. She is the daughter of a human guard, trained in martial arts, is she not? Hard labor will not kill her, it will only make her stronger. Assign her work immediately. I will remain here for the next three days to oversee her personally."

Only then did Sorayah finally raise her gaze which was burning with anger and hatred from the ground but Mira didn't even notice it. Despite the long journey, her body covered in blood and dirts, and if her wounds hasn't healed, and she's a normal weak human then there's no doubt she would have died.

Mira couldn't even let her rest for the night and start work tomorrow. What a cruel wench!

Adam hesitated for a brief moment before bowing deeply. "As you wish, my lady."

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His smirk returned as he turned on his heel. "I'll fetch her mining uniform," he added with a sneer, walking away without so much as a glance at Sorayah. To him, she was nothing, a piece of property, a worthless slave covered in dirt and blood.