Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle-Chapter 16: A Hybrid Child? Unthinkable!

In an exclusive chamber, adorned with golden furniture and extravagant decor, sunlight poured through the large windows, casting a warm glow on the fair face of a young woman. Her black curly hair shimmered under the daylight, adorned with golden hairpins, each crafted with delicate precision. She was dressed in an opulent red gown embroidered with intricate gold patterns, her posture exuding both grace and silent authority.

Sitting before her was Concubine Arata, clad in a deep blue attire also embroidered with golden patterns, her own hair styled just as elegantly. Despite her poised appearance, her eyes betrayed an emotion she carefully masked concern.

Arata hesitated for a moment before speaking, then leaned forward slightly. "Your Highness... the Beta Lord already has another personal maid." Her voice was soft, but the weight of her words lingered in the air.

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Mira, Dimitri's official wife and a Gamma, remained composed, though the subtle tightening of her jaw showed she was listening intently.

Arata sighed, shaking her head. "Which means he won't even spare us a glance anymore."

Mira's lips twitched, but she said nothing, waiting for her to continue.

"We all know how it is every time he takes a personal maid," Arata went on, voice laced with subtle resentment. "A sex slave, all in one. But we also know how it always ends for them." She paused meaningfully before adding in a hushed whisper, "Death."

A tense silence followed.

At that moment, Mira's personal maid stepped forward, her expression cautious. She bent slightly and presented a delicate white garment, its fabric stained with blood.

Mira's fingers twitched as she took in the sight. Her breath remained steady, but beneath the surface, something inside her snapped.

"Another failed pregnancy?" Arata murmured, carefully keeping her gaze averted, afraid to meet Mira's eyes despite voicing the painful truth.

Mira said nothing, simply exhaling softly.

Arata, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, straightened her back before continuing. "But, Your Highness... I believe you may need to start worrying about the new personal maid."

Mira's sharp gaze snapped toward her. "And why would I worry about a mere human maid?"

Arata's personal maid stepped forward confidently.

"My lady is pregnant with His Highness' child," she announced with a formal bow. "She missed her cycle this month, and the physician has confirmed it, His Highness will finally have an heir."

The room fell into a stunned silence.

Mira's fingers clenched subtly against the armrest of her chair, but her expression remained unreadable.

Arata's eyes gleamed with triumph as she turned to Mira, placing a gentle hand over her stomach. "It's a miracle, Your Highness. The Moon Goddess has finally granted me a child... granted His Highness an heir." She sighed softly, feigning modesty. "And yet, I can't help but wonder... If I can conceive, what's stopping you, the other concubine and his personal maid from doing the same?"

Mira's lips barely parted, but no words came.

Arata continued, her tone taking on a contemplative air. "Now that a miracle has happened and the Moon Goddess has shown mercy upon this household... I can't shake the thought that more women might be blessed the same way." Her gaze flickered knowingly. "His personal maid, for instance. He'll bed her over and over again, as he always does." She paused, then added darkly, "But what if this time... he fails to kill her?"

Mira inhaled sharply but didn't speak.

Arata leaned in, whispering as if sharing a dangerous secret. "What if she conceives his child... and he decides to keep it?"

Mira's hands tightened into fists beneath the table, nails digging into her palms.

Arata exhaled, shaking her head. "That could be dangerous. After all, humans and werewolves have never coexisted. It could bring him harm."

Then, after a pause, she smiled slyly. "Though, knowing His Highness... perhaps not. The Emperor respects him. If he acknowledges a half-human child as his own, it could set a precedent. It could change everything."

Mira finally let out a short, sharp laugh. "You joke too much, Arata."

Arata's smirk deepened, but she didn't interrupt.

Mira leaned back, lifting her chin as she forced out a serene smile. "His Highness isn't a fool. He enjoys his personal maids for what they are, nothing more. Even if one were to conceive now, there are... ways to deal with it."

A knowing silence passed between them.

"As you said, His Highness despises humans. A hybrid child? Unthinkable."

Arata hummed as if considering her words. "Yes... I suppose you're right." Then, she slowly stood from her chair. "I simply thought it was best to inform you, Your Highness."

She smoothed out her gown, her expression poised yet unreadable. "And I do hope the Moon Goddess continues to bless this household... just as she has blessed me."

A veiled challenge.

Mira, ever composed, rose from her seat as well, forcing her lips into a warm, gracious smile.

"Congratulations on your pregnancy, Arata," she said smoothly.

Arata turned, flicking her gaze back briefly before offering a slight bow. "Thank you, Your Highness."

With that, she exited the chamber, her blue robes trailing behind her like a shadow.

Mira stood motionless for a long moment.

The second the door shut behind Arata, her carefully crafted expression shattered.

Her fingers trembled at her sides, her nails biting into her skin.

Another failed pregnancy.

And now, Arata... pregnant with Dimitri's supposed heir.

A miracle they called it but why wasn't that miracle granted to her.

Her breathing turned shallow as her maid stepped closer, whispering cautiously. "My lady..."

Mira's eyes darkened, her voice cold and sharp.

"Find out everything you can about the new personal maid. I want to meet her and also keep an eye on Arata. Make sure to report everything to me."

Her maid hesitated before bowing. "Yes, Your Highness."

As the door clicked shut behind her, Mira closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling in controlled breaths

If the Moon Goddess had truly decided to grant mercy upon the household...

She would not be cast aside and will be the one to control that mercy.