Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle-Chapter 46: A New Rule.

"If you keep this up, I might just groom you myself. Right here, right now. But the question is, will you be able to handle all of that?"

Sorayah's world shattered.

Her chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths. Her vision swam, and her heart pounded, threatening to break through her ribs. She felt caged, helpless.

The loud scream of the young girl could still be heard in the background as well as the loud tears from the other sex slaves.

Dimitri watched her for a long, agonizing moment, his piercing gaze drinking in every flicker of emotion that crossed her face. Then, without warning, he shoved her back unti his lap with a force just strong enough to remind her who held the power.

"If you don't want to go through all of it right here, in front of these werewolf guards then sit back and enjoy the show." His voice dripped with amusement, a smirk plastered on his face.

A bloodcurdling scream tore through the grand hall.

The young girl lay trembling on the table, her wrists bound, her eyes wide with terror as she struggled against her restraints. The werewolf guards stood by, waiting, their bodies tense, their predatory gazes flickering toward their Beta Lord for the final command.

Sorayah's breath caught in her throat.

Her limbs felt weak, as if the very life had drained out of her. She could barely move, barely think.

Tears welled in her eyes, spilling onto her lap as the cries of the damned filled the air.

Then, Dimitri turned his head away from her and toward the guards.

"Go ahead and start." His voice carried effortlessly through the hall, cold and absolute. "Groom her."

The werewolves guards expression was filled with satisfaction immediately as they prepared to start hitting the girl with the whip after they already clipped her nipples with a iron clip promting the girl to scream but more torture were still coming as the guards were ready to brand her with the word 'sex slave.'

"Stop it!" Sorayah screamed.

Her hands shot up to cover her ears, desperate to block out the young girl's sobs. She couldn't bear it, couldn't let this happen. "Please, stop this! Your Highness, order your men to stop!"

The werewolf guards, mere seconds from carrying out their orders, froze in place.

Not because she had spoken.

But because Dimitri had raised his hand.

He hadn't even needed to utter a word, his silent command was enough. They obeyed without question.

Dimitri slowly turned back to face her, his dark eyes gleaming with something unreadable, curiosity, amusement, or perhaps something even more sinister.

"And why," he drawled, "should I?"

He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over her trembling lips. "Are you offering yourself in her place?" His smirk deepened. "Would you get on that table and allow me to groom you instead along with my guards?"

Sorayah's breath hitched. Her entire body went rigid. He had taken the words straight out of her mouth.

She had been about to offer herself.

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And she had her reasons.

"Yes!" she gasped, tears still spilling down her cheeks. "Please just spare her. All the teenage girls and boys. They're only children! They don't deserve this. They don't even understand what's happening to them." Her voice wavered, but she forced herself to continue. "It's not their fault. It's their king's fault. Their officials failed them. Their kingdom failed them. The humans were too weak to protect their own people, and now these girls are paying the price. But they are not to blame."

Dimitri tilted his head, watching her with a detached kind of interest.

"How noble." He let out a short chuckle. "Do you really believe yourself worthy enough to trade your life for theirs? To exchange yourself for this one pathetic maid? Or are you offering to take the place of every little human girl in this kingdom?"

Sorayah's shoulders shook as she sobbed.

She didn't care about whatever he regard her as. She just wanted him to accept.

"I know I have no worth." Her voice cracked. "But please, Your Highness, spare her. If nothing else, let this girl live... as a replacement for Lily my sister."

Dimitri's expression shifted ever so slightly.

"Lily?"

Sorayah swallowed hard.

"I know justice can never be served for my sister's death just as you said since she's just a maid," she whispered even though she doesn't mean the word she said as she knew she'll definitely avenge Lily no matter what. "But if I could at least save this girl, if I could keep her alive in Lily's place" She looked up at him, her eyes desperate, pleading. "You said I could ask you for anything. This is my request."

Dimitri smirked, amusement flickering in his dark eyes as he studied Sorayah's trembling form. He let the silence stretch, watching the way her chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, the way her fingers curled into fists at her sides. The fear, the helplessness, it was almost intoxicating.

"How interesting."

Then, without warning, his expression shifted. The warmth of mock amusement drained from his face, replaced by something far colder, far more commanding.

He turned to his guards.

"Let go of the girl," he ordered, his voice as sharp as a blade. "Let go of all the teenage girls."

The hall fell into a heavy silence.

The guards stiffened, their hands still gripping the terrified young maid. Uncertainty flickered in their expressions, their instincts warring against the absolute authority in his tone. But they knew better than to challenge him.

Dimitri's gaze darkened. "As of today, no teenage girls or boys will be taken as sex slaves. No exceptions. Instead, they will serve as household servants, either here or in noble werewolf estates. They will not be touched in any other way."

A tense stillness followed.

Then, as one, the guards dropped to their knees, bowing their heads in submission.

"Yes, Your Highness," they murmured in unison.

Only Ego hesitated. His expression tightened, displeasure flickering across his face before he schooled his features into something neutral. He did not bow as quickly as the others. But he did not protest, either not in front of Sorayah, not in front of the slaves and the other guards. He was no fool.

Sorayah, however, knew better.

This wasn't the end of it. She knew she'll have to protect the little girl even though she takes her to Dimitri Mansion or the girl might end up dead as Lily but she just had to take the girl with her.

She already thought that if Dimitri spared all teenage girls from being sex slaves, the guards would obey but the girl they had nearly claimed would be in grave danger. Their frustration wouldn't simply vanish. They would take it out on the young maid in the worst way possible. Maybe not here. Maybe not now. But once Dimitri's gaze was elsewhere, they would strike. And if he ever asked why, they would simply lie. Claim she had offended them. Claim it was a just punishment.

Dimitri had never forbidden them from disciplining disobedient maids.

Which meant Sorayah had to secure the girl's safety herself.

Swallowing hard, she lowered her head and forced herself to bow. "Thank you, Your Highness."

Dimitri let out a short, dry laugh. "There's no need to thank me. I did nothing." His voice was laced with quiet amusement, but his gaze was anything but warm. "I told you that you were free to ask anything of me. You made your request, and I granted it. That is all. You no longer have any request with me as I've fulfilled it."

Then, without missing a beat, his gaze sharpened, and his tone dropped to something far colder.

"You belong to me now, Sorayah."

A shiver ran down her spine.

"Even though there's a rule that teenagers are never to be sex slaves as from now on. The girl you plead for was a sex slave before and you said you agree to exchange yourself for her before I made a new rule which means you're now my sex slave. You were only spared from being groomed before my guards because I've already had you." His smirk returned, cruel and knowing. "That privilege belongs to me alone. Which means from now on, you will be groomed inside my chambers."

Sorayah clenched her jaw, her nails digging into her palms.

"You no longer have the freedom to leave my vicinity."

Tears burned at the corners of her eyes, but she forced herself to keep her expression blank. It didn't matter. None of this mattered. As long as she could get inside the palace, as long as she could serve under Dimitri and stay close to Lupien, then her revenge was already beginning to take shape.

She had vowed to endure this and she would survive.

"I understand, Your Highness," she whispered.

Dimitri's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he turned to Ego.

"Send the girl my sex slave requested for to the palace." His voice was sharp, clipped. "I'll be moving there today. Make sure she reports immediately. Nothing must happen to her. Not a single hair on her head is to be harmed."

Ego's lips thinned, his displeasure barely concealed, but he bowed his head in acknowledgment. "Yes, Your Highness."

Dimitri turned back to Sorayah. His gaze was unreadable, his expression one of quiet calculation. "And as for you, rise."

Sorayah obeyed immediately, though her legs shook beneath her.

"Your..."

Before she could finish, Dimitri moved.

In one swift motion, he lifted her off the ground, throwing her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing.

Gasps filled the hall.

The guards' eyes widened in shock, but none dared to react further. No one spoke. No one moved.

Ignoring them all, Dimitri strode toward the exit, carrying Sorayah out of the slave organization.