Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle-Chapter 33: I’ll Bury Her Myself.

"No!!!"

Sorayah's scream tore through the air as she scrambled up from the ground, her body trembling. She threw herself over Lily's corpse once more, cradling her in her arms despite the unbearable stench of decay. Tears streamed down her face, soaking into the bloodstained fabric of her dress.

"I'll bury her myself," she sobbed, her voice raw with desperation. "You've disrespected her enough... I won't let you desecrate her further. Please... just let me give her the last respect she deserves."

Liam's face darkened with irritation. He exhaled sharply, his patience wearing thin.

"You don't get to make demands here, maid," he spat, the last word laced with venom. "I already gave them orders, and they will follow mine not yours."

Without warning, he unsheathed his sword with a sharp, menacing sound. The gathered servants gasped, some instinctively stepping back. A few maids clutched their skirts, their faces paling at the sight of the gleaming blade.

Liam turned his cold gaze toward the guards. "Take the corpse away from her. Now," he commanded. "If she dares to stop you again. " His lips curled into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. "Then you may as well throw two corpses into the wild."

The guards hesitated only for a moment before stepping forward.

Sorayah held her ground. She refused to move, even as the guards loomed over her. Even as Liam's words sent a chill down her spine.

"Please!" she cried, her voice breaking. "I'll bury her myself! I... I didn't get to bury my parents, but I can at least bury my sister! Please!"

Her sobs wracked her body, her fingers tightening around Lily's lifeless form as if her grip alone could shield her from their cruelty.

Liam's expression twisted in irritation. His knuckles whitened as he tightened his grip on his sword.

"Enough," he growled, lifting the blade.

The cold steel gleamed under the sunlight as he raised it, prepared to strike.

"Stop!"

A sharp, commanding voice rang through the tense air.

Everyone froze.

The guards immediately straightened, stepping back. The maids quickly bowed their heads. Even Liam hesitated, his sword pausing mid-air before he turned toward the source of the voice.

The crowd instinctively parted, making way.

Sorayah blinked through her tears, her heart still hammering in her chest. Then she saw her.

Concubine Arata.

Draped in luxurious silks, adorned with delicate gold jewelry, the Beta Lord's favored concubine stood with an air of effortless authority.

Liam was the first to step forward, offering a respectful bow. "Greetings, my lady. You shouldn't be here," he said, his voice laced with caution.

Arata ignored him. She raised a hand, silencing any further protests. "What's going on?" she asked.

Liam immediately stepped aside, revealing Lily's corpse sprawled lifelessly on the ground.

The moment Arata's gaze fell upon it, a look of mild disgust flashed across her face. She wrinkled her nose and lifted a delicate hand to cover it.

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"How did this happen?" she asked, her voice clipped.

"A maid is dead," Liam answered, his expression indifferent. "She likely committed suicide." He gave a slight bow as he spoke, his tone as uninterested as if he were discussing the weather.

"Liar!"

Sorayah's head snapped up, her eyes blazing with fury.

"Someone killed her!" she shouted, her body shaking. "And it's no other than your Beta Lord!" Her voice cracked with grief and rage. "Lily would never take her own life! She would never leave me like this!"

A heavy silence followed her words. The servants held their breath, their eyes darting between Sorayah and Arata, awaiting the concubine's reaction.

Arata, however, did not immediately respond. Her gaze remained fixed on Liam.

"Take the body out of the mansion," she ordered coolly. "His Highness mustn't see this."

Sorayah's breath caught in her throat.

Arata turned back to Liam, her expression unreadable. "You already know what to do with the corpses of maids," she added, her tone eerily casual.

Liam nodded in understanding. "That maid," he said, motioning toward Sorayah with a flick of his hand, "wants to bury her sister herself. She's preventing us from disposing of the body properly. If she keeps proving stubborn, I might just kill her myself."

Sorayah clenched her fists.

"Let her."

The words fell from Arata's lips like a sudden drop of ice water.

A stunned silence swept through the hall.

Liam stiffened. Several of the maids gasped. Even the guards exchanged uncertain glances, as if unsure if they had heard correctly.

Sorayah's breath hitched as she lifted her tear-streaked face, her vision blurring.

Arata ignored the murmurs around her and stepped forward. Her personal maid whispered urgently into her ear, likely advising against moving closer, but she dismissed the warning with a slight wave of her hand. She stopped mere inches away from Sorayah, though she kept her nose discreetly covered.

"You can bury your sister yourself," she said simply. "I believe that's the last thing you can do for her now." Her voice carried no warmth, no sympathy, just cold acknowledgment.

Arata's sharp gaze then locked onto Sorayah's.

"Once you're done," she continued, "come see me at my manor. I'll be waiting."

Sorayah's lips parted slightly in shock.

Of all the responses she had expected, this had not been one of them.

She blinked up at the concubine, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. Her body trembled, but she forced herself to bow her head.

"...Thank you, my lady," she whispered.

There was no gratitude in her voice, only raw emotion. Anger. Sadness. Hatred. Guilt.

Arata did not respond. Instead, she turned to the guards.

"Carry the body and lead her to a suitable place for burial," she commanded. "Make sure she stays safe until she's done, then escort her back."

Her gaze flickered toward Liam.

"And make it quick," she added.

"Yes, Your Highness," the guards chorused.

This time, when they moved forward, Sorayah did not resist. She watched, her heart aching as they lifted Lily's lifeless form with careless ease.

She swallowed hard and wiped at her tears before following closely behind them.

Liam walked beside her, his expression unreadable.