Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle-Chapter 41: Getting Rid Of Him Will Be Simple.

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The moment Dimitri left, Lupien's personal eunuch entered the royal court. The alpha emperor was already seated on his grand throne, but the sight before him was both gruesome and telling.

A female maid, who had brought his meal earlier, lay sprawled across his royal table naked, lifeless, and pinned to the wooden surface by Lupien's sword, which had been embedded straight through her chest. The steel glistened with fresh blood, binding both the corpse and the table together.

There was no doubt that Lupien had just killed her. His hands were still stained with blood, which he casually wiped off with a silk handkerchief. His expression remained impassive, almost bored, as if murdering a servant was no more than an evening pastime. His trousers were still unbuckled, an obscene indication of what had transpired before her death.

The eunuch, long accustomed to such horrors, did not react. Without a word, he snapped his fingers, summoning two guards into the chamber. The men moved swiftly, gathering the lifeless body and removing it from sight, as if erasing evidence of the emperor's cruelty could make it any less real.

Lupien let out a heavy sigh, discarding the soiled handkerchief. His piercing gaze flickered toward the eunuch, who stood in respectful silence.

"Make sure you prepare my uncle's quarters properly," Lupien commanded, finally fastening his trousers. His throbbing, half-hard member was still visible through the fabric, but he made no effort to conceal it. "He's returning to the palace, and I don't want to hear any complaints from him."

The eunuch's body tensed at the statement. His brow lifted ever so slightly, though he was careful to keep his face devoid of emotion.

"The Beta Lord is coming back to the palace?" he asked, his voice laced with controlled surprise.

"Yes," Lupien confirmed, leaning back against his throne, a wicked smirk twisting his lips. "It's good, really. Now I'll get to watch his every move, just as I know he's planning to do with me." He let out a slow chuckle, dark and menacing. "All these years, I've acted timid before him, pretending to be beneath him only because he controls the entire military. An adopted son masquerading as royalty," he sneered. "I had to call a lowborn 'uncle' just because he was given command of the military."

The eunuch lowered his gaze before speaking, carefully choosing his words so as not to offend his emperor. "Your great-grandfather had to adopt him when he was just a boy," he reminded Lupien. "After all, his father was killed by your grandfather. That was a mistake your grandfather sought to mend by bringing the Beta Lord into the royal fold. He was raised among the wild, endured an unforgiving life, yet still rose to power. His hardships forged him into the man he is today."

Lupien scoffed, his fingers tapping against the armrest of his throne. "So they say. But no amount of suffering can outmatch pure ambition." He exhaled sharply, his expression darkening. "That bastard doesn't even know the truth, who truly killed his father, who destroyed his pack when he was still just a child. He doesn't even know his own family." Lupien grinned then, a slow, sinister curl of his lips. "And that ignorance is my greatest weapon against him."

The eunuch remained silent, listening intently as Lupien continued.

"Getting rid of him will be simple," the emperor mused. "All I have to do is accuse him of treason. It will be easier now that he's returning to the palace, placing himself right under my watchful eyes. Soon enough, he'll be executed, and I'll finally clear every last weed in my path."

He let out a low, triumphant laugh that echoed through the court.

"Congratulations on your success in advance, Your Highness," the eunuch murmured, bowing his head in deference.

"Oh, it's only a matter of time now," Lupien murmured, a gleam of satisfaction in his crimson eyes. "Killing my brothers wasn't enough. I still have one last enemy standing in my way, the Beta Lord. But his days are numbered. I will not be an emperor in name only. I will have complete and absolute power."

He stretched lazily before rolling his shoulders, then suddenly turned his attention back to the eunuch.

"Now," he drawled, his lips parting into a wicked grin, "bring me more maids. Sex slaves to be precise."

The eunuch lifted his head.

Lupien's eyes gleamed with cruel amusement. "I'm in the mood to celebrate," he said, his voice dropping to a low growl. "The empress is no tool for this, but the palace maids? They will do just fine."

The eunuch bowed again. "Right away, Your Highness." Without another word, he turned and left the royal court, hurrying to carry out his emperor's orders.

Behind him, Lupien reclined on his throne, a cruel smirk lingering on his lips, already imagining the night of indulgence that awaited him.

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The half-moon hung bright above the vast sky, surrounded by scattered stars, casting a faint glow over the world below.

Servants moved briskly through Dimitri's mansion corridors, tending to their tasks with quiet efficiency. But no matter their urgency, every single one of them bowed their heads in respect the moment Dimitri passed by. Liam, his ever-loyal second-in-command, walked beside him, silent as a shadow.

As they reached his quarters, he didn't bother to slow his steps, he kicked the door open with little effort and strode inside. Liam halted at the threshold, offering a slight bow before turning to take his leave, retreating to his own chambers.

Inside, Sorayah sat in a chair, her posture tense, her fingers absentmindedly gripping the fabric of her gown. The moment Dimitri entered, she shot up to her feet, standing rigidly like a soldier awaiting orders.

She wasn't allowed to leave his room. That much had been made clear.

Dimitri said nothing as he moved further inside, his fingers already working to undo the buttons of his shirt as he was ready to retire for the night after a long day. Sorayah, however, kept her head bowed, refusing to meet his gaze, her breath shallow.

With practiced ease, Dimitri shed his shirt, tossing it carelessly onto the bed before moving to unfasten his trousers. He continued stripping until he was completely bare, his skin glistening with a faint sheen of sweat from the day's exertion.