Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle-Chapter 43: We’re a few Miles Away...

Without waiting for her response, Dimitri turned away and reached for his clothes, his movements swift. Once he was dressed, he strode toward the exit without hesitation, only to pause at the doorway.

He glanced back.

Sorayah still stood where he had left her, head bowed, lost in thought.

His eyes narrowed. "What are you waiting for?" His voice, as cold as ever, sliced through the silence. "Come with me, or are you giving up already? I hate when people waste my time."

Without another word, he stepped outside, the air of authority around him suffocating. Sorayah hurried after him, barely catching up before he reached his horse.

A striking white stallion stood near the entrance of the mansion, the same one he had ridden to and from the palace.

The moment Dimitri emerged, the guards stationed outside straightened at once.

"Your Highness!" they chorused in unison.

It was an unusual sight to see the Beta Lord departing at this hour. Typically, if he had any business beyond the mansion, Liam, his trusted right-hand man would have informed them beforehand. Yet none of them dared to question him. To do so would be to invite death.

Dimitri's sharp gaze shifted to Sorayah, who remained standing at the mansion's entrance, hesitant.

His brows furrowed in irritation. "Will you continue standing there like a fool?" His voice was ice and steel. "Get over here."

Sorayah forced her legs to move, her heart pounding as she approached. She had barely reached his side when, without warning, Dimitri seized her by the waist and lifted her onto the horse as if she weighed nothing. Before she could even process what had happened, he swung himself up behind her.

The guards barely concealed their shock.

Never, not once had they seen their Beta Lord allow another person to ride with him. No one touched his horse but him. No one shared his space.

And yet, here was this human woman, seated in front of him.

Whispers might have filled the air if any of them had the courage to speak. Instead, they could only stare, their expressions frozen in stunned silence.

Sorayah's breath hitched as she felt the heat of Dimitri's body pressing against her back. His warmth enveloped her, his firm chest solid against her spine. His breath, steady, deep, brushed against the sensitive skin of her neck, sending an unsettling shiver down her body.

Before she could say anything, Dimitri clicked his tongue, urging the horse forward.

The stallion bolted through the darkened streets, hooves pounding against the ground as the city blurred around them. Sorayah's hair whipped wildly in the wind, her body instinctively leaning back against Dimitri's for stability. She could feel his heart, steady, unshaken beating through his chest, as if the long ride meant nothing to him.

But for her, it was a different story.

The darkness of night slowly melted into the first hues of dawn.

They had been riding for hours, through the forests, past the outskirts of the werewolf capital, beyond roads she recognized.

Sorayah had tried to stay awake, but exhaustion claimed her somewhere along the journey. By the time the horse came to a halt, she blinked awake, disoriented.

A stream stretched out before her, its crystal-clear waters glistening beneath the morning light. It was a place untouched by civilization, far from the capital, shrouded in thick trees and the soft chirping birds. The air here was fresh, unlike the oppressive weight of the city.

Sorayah rubbed the sleep from her eyes, only now realizing how sore her body felt. Though she had been trained in martial arts as the crown prince of the human kingdom, she had never been allowed to join wars or travel far on horseback. Hours of galloping had left her muscles aching and weak.

Dimitri dismounted first, his every movement controlled, deliberate. Without a word, he turned to her and grabbed her waist once more, lifting her down with ease.

"You're awake," he remarked, his tone devoid of concern, merely stating a fact. "Wash up if you need to. Drink if you're thirsty."

Sorayah straightened, exhaling deeply before glancing around. "Where's the slave organization? Weren't we heading there?"

Dimitri did not answer immediately.

Instead, he drew his sword.

The metallic of steel echoed through the morning air, and Sorayah's body went rigid, her stomach knotting in unease.

Her mind raced. Did he bring me here to kill me?

No. That wouldn't make sense. If he wanted her dead, he wouldn't have gone through the trouble of bringing her all the way here.

"We're a few miles away." His voice was calm, too calm.

And then, without warning, he dropped his sword on the ground and stripped off his shirt.

Sorayah barely had time to react before he slid off his pants as well.

Her breath hitched, and she spun around so fast that she nearly lost her balance. What the hell is he doing?!

Was this why he brought her here? To... to...

Sorayah clenched her fists, her heart hammering against her ribcage.

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She could soon hear the soft splash of water as he stepped into the stream, the gentle ripples breaking the silence.

"I didn't have a proper bath last night," he muttered, his voice carrying through the morning air. "Thanks to you maid."

Sorayah remained frozen, her back still turned but then she was calmed.

"As the Beta Lord, my appearance matters." There was an edge to his tone, as if the very idea of being unkempt irritated him. "Besides, after riding through the night, I need to wash up. My horse needs to rest too. Or do you plan to repay me with your life if it collapses and dies?"

Sorayah swallowed hard, forcing herself to breathe.

Such a crazy man.

"I'm done."

Dimitri's deep voice shattered the silence, prompting Sorayah to snap her gaze toward him. He stood at the edge of the stream, his body still damp from his bath but he was already dressed, his expression as cold and unreadable as ever. It turns out he already brought another pair of outfits with him which he changed to.