Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle-Chapter 19: You Stay.

"How dare you, you lowly maid?!"

The furious voice cut through the thick, steamy air, shattering the moment like glass struck by a hammer.

It was Mira. Dimitri's official wife.

She strode into his bathhouse, her fury tangible, radiating from her very being like a raging fire. The once-gracious woman, whom everyone believed to be as calm as a dove, now burned with unrestrained anger, her eyes glowing red like those of a dragon.

As she approached the large stone bathtub, Sorayah remained frozen, standing in the warm water, her mind still catching up to the situation. Meanwhile, Dimitri, lounging in the tub with his eyes shut, exuded an infuriating indifference, as if nothing unusual was happening.

Without warning, the sharp crack of a slap echoed through the bathhouse. The force of Mira's palm colliding with Sorayah's cheek sent a jolt of pain searing through her face.

Sorayah staggered, her vision blurring momentarily. She barely had time to react before Mira grabbed her by the arm and yanked her out of the tub, sending her crashing onto the cold, wet floor. Water splashed everywhere.

Rage flared in Sorayah's chest, her hands twitching with the urge to retaliate, to strike the woman back with equal force. But she clenched her fists, forcing herself to stay still. Hitting Mira would only bring severe punishment as she recognized her attire which means she's not just any werewolf but a powerful one. Instead, she turned to Dimitri, expecting him to explain himself, to tell his madwoman of a wife the truth.

But he remained silent. Not a single word. He didn't even open his damn eyes, as if this entire spectacle had nothing to do with him.

"How dare you bathe in the same tub as my husband?! You must have a thousand lives to be this bold!" Mira shrieked, her voice laced with venom. She snapped her fingers, signaling two maids she had brought along. One of them obediently stepped forward, presenting a whip to her mistress.

A hush fell over the bathhouse. The other maids lowered their gazes, their bodies tense with fear. None of them dared to intervene. They all knew that Mira had never cared about Dimitri keeping personal maids. Everyone in the mansion understood that his "personal maids" were nothing more than disposable playthings, there for his pleasure.

But for her to storm in like this, wielding a whip, simply because Dimitri had been found bathing with Sorayah? That was...unexpected.

Mira gripped the whip tightly, her knuckles white with fury. "You think you can seduce my husband with that pretty little face of yours? Let me show you what happens to ambitious little whores!"

She raised the whip high, poised to strike only to be stopped mid-swing.

Dimitri caught the leather strap in one swift motion, his grip firm and unyielding.

"Don't dirty your hands punishing a mere slave, Mira," he murmured, his voice laced with amusement as he pulled the whip from her grasp.

For a moment, Mira's expression softened, as if pleased by his words. But then, her gaze flickered downward and her eyes widened in shock.

The other maids, too, quickly averted their gazes.

Sorayah, confused by the sudden shift in atmosphere, followed Mira's line of sight.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Dimitri, still lounging in the water was completely bare and unmistakably aroused as his seven...no eight dragon stood in-between his legs like a rod pointing forward.

Had he completely lost his mind?!

Sorayah's face burned as she jerked her gaze away, biting the inside of her cheek. Is this some werewolf thing? Do they just enjoy showing their nakedness to everyone? Or is Dimitri just utterly insane?!

But then a horrifying realization struck her. Wait... was he already aroused before all this? In the water?

Her eyes widened as the pieces clicked together. The damn herbal bath!

Before she could dwell on it, Mira swiftly moved to cover him, wrapping her robe around his waist and pressing her body against him in a possessive embrace.

"My lord," she murmured, concern slipping into her voice as her fingers brushed over his abdomen. Only then did she notice the fresh stab wound on his chest, partially healed but still visible.

Her brows furrowed. "You were stabbed? Were you training too hard again?"

Without hesitation, Dimitri gave a short nod.

Mira exhaled, pressing her lips into a pout. "You should be more careful."

Then, her lips curved into a sultry smile. "I missed you."

Dimitri chuckled, the sound deep and rich. "Did you? Well, if my wife says so, then I suppose it must be true."

And before Sorayah could process what was happening, he swept Mira into his arms in one fluid motion, lifting her bridal-style, his erect dragon coming into view again. "Lucky for you, I'm feeling particularly restless tonight." His smirk deepened. "Let's do something about that."

With that, he carried Mira out of the bathhouse, leaving a stunned Sorayah dripping wet on the floor.

The other maids, understanding the unspoken command, hurried after them, exiting in silent obedience.

Sorayah then stood up immediately was about to follow when...

"Stop."

Dimitri's voice halted her in her tracks.

"You must have a low memory. Have you forgotten you're my personal maid?"

She stiffened, her fists clenching as she turned halfway toward him. "I know I'm your personal maid. And...?" Her voice was laced with irritation, though she kept her gaze firmly on the ground, unwilling to glance at the already naked couple.

Dimitri's next words sent a cold wave of disbelief through her.

"You stay."

Sorayah's stomach twisted. What?

"When we're done, if we need anything, you will provide it."

The implication hit her like a slap to the face.

"You embarrassed my wife today. Now I want her to see just how little interest I have in you."

Sorayah's blood ran cold.

"What?!!! I should stay in this room while they do their... rubbish? Is Dimitri insane?!"

Sorayah's mind reeled at the sheer absurdity of it. This has to be a joke.

But then his voice came again, cutting through her thoughts like a blade.

"I might really start by killing your sister if you dare disobey me. And after that, I'll kill you. Do as you're told."

The words sent a chilling shiver down her spine. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

Dimitri leaned lazily against the bedpost, his piercing gaze locked onto her. "Since you're my personal maid, and you're far too unattractive to satisfy me during my heat, you might as well listen and learn how I deal with women like you in bed. Because you'll never experience it yourself."

His tone was mocking, cruel, designed to degrade her.

Sorayah's head snapped up, her furious gaze locking with his. If looks could kill, Dimitri Nightshade would be nothing more than a pile of ash.

Why is he pushing me to think of ways to murder him sooner? she fumed internally. I've never met a man as insane as this one! What the hell is this for heaven's sake?! This is the highest level of humiliation!

A sharp moan split through the room, yanking her from her thoughts.

"Fuck me!"

The sound came from Mira, breathless and filled with desperate need.

Sorayah's eyes widened in shock.

Her stomach churned. She wanted..needed to get out of this damn room. But her feet remained glued to the floor, not because she couldn't move, but because she dared not.

Dimitri's threat was the glue that held her in place. Lily.

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He knew how much she cared about Lily. He was using that knowledge against her, keeping her shackled with invisible chains. He could kill Sorayah easily if he wanted, but that would be too boring for him. No, she was his entertainment. His twisted amusement.

And so, she stayed.

"Oh yes, my lord! Fuck me harder!!!"

Mira's voice rose again, louder, more desperate, her pleasure filling every inch of the air.

The bed creaked violently, rocking with the force of their movements. The scent of their heat, thick, suffocating, inescapable wrapped around Sorayah like a noose.

Her nails dug into her palms, her body trembling with fury. This is torture. This is hell.

Dimitri's groans soon joined Mira's cries, deep and guttural, a stark contrast to his usual cool demeanor. He was completely lost in pleasure, reveling in the moment.

Sorayah wanted to scream.

Her face burned with shame and rage, her emotions a volatile storm inside her. But no matter how much she wished to shut out the sounds, she could still hear everything.

She clenched her teeth so hard her jaw ached.

This is what he wanted.

Not just to humiliate her. Not just to degrade her.

To break her.

To remind her she was beneath him. Beneath Mira. Beneath every werewolf who saw her as nothing more than a disposable pet.

Her stomach twisted violently, but she refused to give in. She refused to let them see the effect they were having on her.

"I swear, Dimitri," she seethed internally, "one day, I will make you suffer a humiliation greater than this. One day, you will be the one standing in disgrace, powerless to do anything about it."

The sounds of passion finally began to fade, the air growing heavy with the aftermath. Dimitri's groans softened, Mira's moans dwindled, until at last, silence settled over the room.

All that remained was the sound of their uneven breathing.

Sorayah kept her eyes fixed on the ground, her face still burning, refusing to acknowledge their presence.

But then....

A rustling of fabric. The sharp sound of the curtain being yanked back.

Her body stiffened as Dimitri came into view as well as Mira who was cradled in his arms and Sorayah knew the next word which was going to come out of those bastards mouth will be outrageous.