Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle-Chapter 6: Grab Them!

Sorayah's eyes followed Dimitri's retreating figure, her mind reeling from the implications of his words. A sinking feeling settled in her chest, she and Lily were far from safe.

"Follow me," the head eunuch ordered in a clipped tone before turning on his heel and striding out of the bathhouse.

Sorayah turned to Lily, concern deepening the furrow in her brow. "Can you walk?" she asked softly, reaching out to support her.

Lily hesitated for a moment before nodding. Though her limbs still trembled from exhaustion, there was strength in her gaze. "I... I think so," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm almost healed, thanks to you."

"I'll help you." Sorayah tightened her hold on Lily's waist, steadying her as they took tentative steps forward.

Outside, the eunuch mounted a sleek black horse, while Sorayah and Lily were forced to walk on foot, flanked by two guards in front and two behind, clearly meant to prevent any attempt at escape.

The journey from the palace to Dimitri Mansion was brief, lasting no more than five minutes, yet each step felt heavier than the last. When they arrived, the eunuch's horse neighed loudly before coming to a halt before an opulent mansion, its grand façade guarded by sentinels standing rigidly at the entrance.

The eunuch dismounted with a practiced ease. "Follow me," he commanded the moment his boots hit the ground.

Sorayah and Lily exchanged a wary glance before stepping through the mansion gates, trailing behind him.

The mansion's interior was breathtaking far more extravagant than the palace itself. The sprawling courtyard was alive with activity, servants dressed in rich purple skirts and matching blouses moving swiftly about their duties. Each one wore a delicate veil over their face, their hairs adorned with modest pearls that beautify the same style they all had. Yet, despite their diligence, they paused in unison to bow deeply to the head eunuch before resuming their tasks.

A middle-aged woman soon approached them. She was dressed in a regal crimson gown, its fabric embroidered with delicate silver thread. Streaks of white ran through her dark hair, which was styled with minimal adornments, save for a few decorative pins. Unlike the other maids, her face was unveiled, revealing sharp, calculating eyes that immediately swept over Sorayah and Lily with an expression of cool detachment.

She inclined her head slightly in greeting. "Welcome, Head Eunuch. What brings you here?" Her gaze flickered briefly toward Sorayah and Lily, her lips pressing into a thin line. "The Beta Lord, his wife, and the concubines are not present at the moment."

The eunuch waved a dismissive hand. "I am not here for them," he replied smoothly. "I have come to deliver a message." He gestured toward Sorayah and Lily. "These two are new maids, assigned to serve the Beta Lord."

At this, the woman's eyes narrowed slightly. However, before she could respond, the eunuch leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Make their lives a living hell," he murmured, his tone dripping with malice. "They dared to insult me, and I want them to beg for death before long. Do not worry, you will be handsomely rewarded."

A slow, wicked smile curled the woman's lips. Her laughter, rich and full of amusement, rang through the air.

"As you wish," she said, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

The eunuch stepped back, looking pleased with himself. Without another word, he spun on his heel and strode out of the mansion, his satisfied grin lingering even as he disappeared from sight.

The moment he was gone, the middle-aged woman's expression turned cold and authoritative.

"Come with me!" she barked, her voice sharp and commanding. Without waiting for a response, she turned and began walking toward the back of the mansion, her posture exuding authority.

Sorayah and Lily hesitated only briefly before following, their hearts heavy with dread.

"I am Head Maid Melisa. I am an Omega," the woman declared as they trailed after her. "You will address me with the respect I am due, or you will suffer the consequences." She cast a warning glance over her shoulder. "Disobedience will not be tolerated here. If you step out of line, punishment will follow swift and severe."

"Yes, ma'am." Sorayah and Lily replied in unison, their voices firm yet laced with caution. They knew all too well that people like Madam Melisa valued respect above all else. If they failed to acknowledge her orders, they would only be making an enemy of her.

Madam Melisa, now satisfied with their response, resumed walking, leading them through the back of the mansion. After a few minutes, she came to a halt before an enormous wooden door. With a simple nod from her, a guard stepped forward and pushed the door open.

As Sorayah and Lily stepped inside, they were immediately hit by a nauseating stench. The overwhelming smell of human waste and urine clung thickly to the air, making their stomachs churn. Rows of chamber pots lined the filthy ground, while several maids, dressed in dull brown skirts and blouses, worked tirelessly to clean them. Their faces were veiled, but the exhaustion in their sluggish movements spoke volumes.

Sorayah's stomach twisted at the sight, bile rising in her throat. She instinctively covered her mouth and nose, as did Lily, whose face had turned ghostly pale.

Even Madam Melisa recoiled slightly, her own hand flying to her nose. Yet, despite her apparent disgust, she quickly lowered her hand, clearing her throat as if to mask her reaction.

"You'll work here," she announced coldly before swiftly turning on her heel and striding out of the chamber, desperate to escape the unbearable stench.

Sorayah and Lily practically stumbled after her, gulping in the fresh air the moment they were outside. Lily coughed, her eyes watering, while Sorayah clenched her fists, her pulse pounding in her ears.

Madam Melisa barely spared them a glance. "Come with me to get your uniform."

Sorayah gritted her teeth, barely restraining herself. "But ma'am, how could we possibly work in a place like that? How could anyone even survive there?" Anger laced her voice despite her efforts to remain composed.

The words had barely left her lips when a sharp slap struck her cheek. The force of it stung, snapping her head to the side.

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Lily gasped, her eyes wide with shock and outrage. Every muscle in her body tensed with the urge to retaliate, but she held herself back, knowing the consequences would be severe. Instead, she rushed to Sorayah's side, gripping her arm protectively.

Madam Melisa's eyes darkened with fury. "How dare you, bitch? How dare you speak when I am speaking?" Her voice was venomous, crackling with authority. "You do as you're told. No questions. No complaints."

Sorayah swallowed her rage, her cheek burning. She bowed her head slightly. "I'm sorry, ma'am."

Madam Melisa scoffed, clearly unimpressed. With a final glare, she turned and continued walking.

Sorayah and Lily followed her in silence, their steps heavier than before. The further they walked, the more Sorayah's thoughts raced. She had been raised in luxury, a princess untouched by labor, yet now she was expected to scrub chamber pots like a common servant. A bitter understanding settled in her chest, this was what the lowest maids in the human palace endured daily. For the first time, she truly grasped the depths of their suffering.

After a short walk, they arrived at another courtyard bustling with maids dressed in either brown or purple outfits. Those in purple seemed to hold a higher status, their movements more refined, while the brown-clad maids hurried about with lowered heads.

The moment Madam Melisa stepped into the compound, all work momentarily ceased. Every maid bowed their heads in greeting before hastily resuming their tasks.

Madam Melisa led them to a small building, one of many surrounding the courtyard. She pushed the door open and strode inside, revealing a modest room where six other maids sat on thin, tattered bedding. Each wore the same brown uniform, their faces veiled, but their tired postures spoke of a harsh existence.

At the sight of Madam Melisa, they scrambled to their feet and bowed.

"Are you slacking off?" she snapped, her sharp gaze scanning the room.

A young woman with long raven-black hair stepped forward, keeping her head respectfully bowed. "No, ma'am. We are on shift rotation."

Madam Melisa studied her for a moment before clicking her tongue. "Good."

She walked over to a woven basket in the corner of the room, rummaging through it before pulling out two sets of brown skirts and blouses, along with matching veils and minimal accessories. She thrust them into Sorayah and Lily's hands.

"These are your uniforms," she said curtly. "Work hard, or be punished. Now hurry up and get to the latrine house. No slacking off."

"Yes, ma'am." Sorayah and Lily replied in unison, heads bowed.

The moment Madam Melisa exited the room, the atmosphere shifted.

The raven-haired woman smirked and sauntered back to her bed, stretching out like a queen upon a throne. The other maids quickly gathered around her, kneeling beside her to massage her arms and legs.

Her sharp eyes flicked toward Sorayah and Lily. "Hey, welcome to hell," she said with a lazy smirk. "You better learn your place fast."

She jabbed a finger toward two narrow, uncomfortable-looking beds at the far end of the room. "That's where you'll sleep."

Sorayah gave a slight bow in acknowledgment before moving toward the beds with Lily. But before they could sit down, the woman's voice rang out again.

"Hey! You, new girl." She pointed directly at Sorayah. "Come wash my feet. Let's call that your first task in this room."

Sorayah froze, her jaw tightening.

The woman's smirk widened at her hesitation. She then turned to Lily. "And you, join them in massaging me."

Sorayah's hands curled into fists. Her patience was already wearing thin, but this? This was beyond humiliating. She despised people who abused power, and this woman, a mere maid like herself had the audacity to act like she was above them?

Her expression darkened.

The raven-haired woman noticed and let out a scoff. "Are you deaf?" she snapped. "It seems you don't understand where you are yet and need to be taught some manners."

Her gaze shifted to the other maids, her smirk turning cruel. "Grab them!"

At her command, the five maids surrounding her rose to their feet, their once passive expressions now filled with hostility.

Sorayah and Lily barely had time to react before they were surrounded.