Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle-Chapter 36: She Had Been Defiled (18+)

Content Warning: Rape, Non-Consensual Sex, Emotional Abuse, and Graphic Violence. This Chapter may be distressing for some readers.

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The emerald-green irises she had come to know were gone, replaced by something far more terrifying.

His eyes now burned a menacing shade of crimson, locked onto hers with an intensity that sent an icy shiver down her spine. Sorayah's heart skipped a beat as she stumbled backward, her breath catching in her throat. The dagger she had plunged into Dimitri's chest remained embedded in his flesh, but he did not fall.

Instead, he rose.

With an unnatural swiftness, Dimitri surged upright from the bed, his towering frame casting an ominous shadow over her. Panic flared through Sorayah as she took another step back only to misstep. A startled gasp left her lips as she lost her footing, crashing onto the cold, unyielding floor.

Her pulse thundered in her ears as she scrambled back, her wide eyes fixed on Dimitri.

And then, he began to change.

The man before her was vanishing before her very eyes. His skin darkened, black fur sprouting in thick waves across his rapidly shifting form. Muscles rippled beneath the coarse fur, expanding, stretching, reshaping him into something monstrous. His jaw elongated, his lips peeling back to reveal razor-sharp fangs that gleamed under the dim candle light. Clawed hands flexed, the talons gleaming like curved blades.

Sorayah's breath came in ragged gasps.

This wasn't the first time she had seen this form.

Her mind reeled back to that fateful night at the palace, the night where one of the dancers was killed. The scent of the werewolf who saved her from the lunatic one was the same scent coming from Dimitri now.

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Sorayah's stomach twisted in fear. She had to run. Now.

With a desperate push, she forced herself onto her feet, her legs trembling beneath her. But before she could take a single step, a powerful force struck her side.

The impact sent her flying.

Her body slammed into the hard stone wall of the chamber, a sharp crack resounding as her waist took the brunt of the collision. A strangled cry escaped her lips as pain exploded through her ribs.

Stars danced in her vision.

Before she could recover, a massive, clawed hand slammed down on her wrist, pinning her against the cold stone. Sharp talons dug into her flesh, and she felt the warm trickle of blood pooling down her forearm.

No. No, I can't die like this.

Sorayah's mind screamed for her magic. Desperation clawed at her as she called upon her illusion spell, willing it to shroud her, to help her escape.

But nothing happened.

Her eyes widened in horror.

Why isn't it working?

Her illusions is her greatest weapon, her best means of survival. She didn't care if anyone detected her magic anymore, she just needed to escape. But for some reason, her power refused to respond.

Is it because he's in his werewolf form?

She had never tried manipulating a werewolf's mind before. Did her magic only work on humans and only if Dimitri was in his human form, would it have worked on him? Was that why she couldn't reach into Dimitri's dreams, couldn't twist his perception?

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her strength paling in comparison to the monstrous force holding her down.

"Please...." The word was barely a whisper, her voice cracking as panic surged through her. Tears welled in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks. "Please, let me go..."

She struggled, pushing against his grip with all the strength she had left, but it was futile. Dimitri's fangs hovered mere inches from her face, his hot breath washing over her.

And yet... he didn't strike.

He could have torn her apart by now. Ripped into her throat, devoured her whole. But he hesitated. His claws dug into her skin, but they did not rip through. His fangs remained poised, but they did not sink into her flesh.

He's holding back.

Sorayah's mind spun. Was he fighting it? Was the man still inside the beast?

Then, before she could process anything further, a sudden, unbearable heat ignited in her chest.

Her entire body felt like it was burning from the inside out.

Pain. Raw, searing pain.

Sorayah gasped, arching against the stone wall as fire coursed through her veins, setting every nerve ablaze.

"What's happening to me?" The thought barely formed in Sorayah's mind before Dimitri suddenly rose up and stepped back, his towering form no longer pinning her against the floor.

Then, in one swift, brutal motion, he reached for his trousers, tearing them apart with clawed hands.

Sorayah barely had time to react before her breath hitched in sheer terror.

Dimitri stood before her in his werewolf form, his massive, erect manhood jutted forward, proportioned, far larger than that of any normal man. A tremor of horror wracked her body as she took in the sight before her. Eight inches long... two meters wide.

"This isn't real. This can't be real."

Her pulse pounded in her ears as she staggered to her feet, every muscle in her body screaming for her to run. Pain throbbed between her legs, a sign that something had been done to her.

She didn't need to be told, she had been drugged.

And judging by the wild, frenzied look in Dimitri's blood-red eyes, so had he.

Tears burned down her cheeks as she forced herself toward the door, her heart hammering against her ribcage. Just a little more... just a little closer....

Her fingers brushed against the doorknob.

A powerful arm seized her from behind.

A strangled scream ripped from her throat as Dimitri's mighty grip wrenched her off the ground, tossing her effortlessly onto the bed. The impact knocked the air from her lungs, and before she could scramble away, his towering form loomed over her once more.

His beastly form melted away, replaced by the human visage she had come to know, yet his eyes remained wild, glowing red.

His body trembled, his breathing ragged.

But he was not in control.

"Let go of me!" Sorayah cried, struggling beneath his iron grip.

But Dimitri was deaf to her pleas.

With inhuman strength, he lifted her skirts, his hands forcing her legs apart. Panic clawed at her chest as she thrashed, but it was futile.

And then, without warning, without hesitation, he plunged himself into her.

A piercing scream tore from Sorayah's lips as searing pain lanced through her body.

He didn't stop.

He didn't slow.

Despite how impossibly tight she was, despite the raw agony tearing through her, Dimitri moved with relentless force, his body driven by something far beyond human reason.

Sorayah's screams echoed through the room, reaching the ears of the guards outside.

But none of them came.

They never did.

They all knew what happened on the nights of the full moon. It was a sacred night for their Beta Lord, a night where his needs, his instincts consumed him. And they believed she was merely another offering, another woman meant to satisfy the beast within.

The bed creaked beneath them as Dimitri's pace grew harsher, his grip bruising, his need insatiable.

Sorayah fought. She clawed at him, sobbed, screamed, until her voice gave out, until her body fell limp beneath him.

She could no longer fight.

She could no longer scream.

She could only endure.

And then, with a guttural growl, Dimitri's body shuddered above her.

A final, brutal thrust.

A groan of pleasure escaped his lips as he released inside her, marking her with his seed.

Finally, it was over.

Dimitri collapsed beside her, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he finally came to his senses.

Sorayah did not move.

She couldn't.

She simply lay there, her body broken, her mind numb. Blood pooled beneath her, mingling with the remnants of his pleasure.

She had been defiled.

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The sun rose, casting golden light over the land as if the horrors of the night before had never happened.

But for Sorayah, nothing would ever be the same.

She had barely slept, her body trembling in pain, her wrists still bound to the headboard by thick iron chains.

The dried remnants of her virginity's blood and last night's defilement still coated her thighs.

She had not been allowed to clean herself.

She had not been allowed to leave.

And when Dimitri returned, he did not come alone.

A middle-aged man dressed in crimson robes trailed behind him, carrying a wooden box in his hands. His expression was unreadable as he approached the bed, setting the box aside before presenting Sorayah with a small, dark bowl.

Inside it was a thick black liquid.

"Drink it," Dimitri commanded, his voice cold, emotionless. "It will prevent pregnancy."

Sorayah did not hesitate.

Without a word, she took the bowl and swallowed the vile concoction in one gulp. The bitter taste burned her throat, but she forced it down, the weight of her reality crushing her spirit.

Dimitri watched, his gaze unreadable. Then, with a slow nod, he said, "Good."

A moment of silence stretched between them before his next words shattered whatever remained of her soul.

"Now that we've had that night, you should understand, you belong to me now." His voice was detached, empty. "Even though you can never bear my children... even though I will never touch you again... you are mine."

His eyes flickered with something unreadable. Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, "Let's see if the drug works. I have to make sure you're not carrying my child."

Sorayah's hands clenched into fists, hatred seething beneath her fragile exterior.

She wanted to scream at him, to curse him, to tear him apart but she was too exhausted and too broken.

Instead, she leveled him with a glare full of venom, full of loathing.

Yet no matter how much she despised him...

She despised the one who had orchestrated this even more.