Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle-Chapter 44: SLAVE ORGANIZATION.

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.

"Follow me." His tone held no room for argument.

Without hesitation, he turned and began striding into the thick forest that surrounded the stream.

Sorayah swallowed hard before quickly falling into step behind him leaving the horse which Dimitri had tied it's rope to one of the tree branches behind.

They walked for over thirty minutes, the silence between them thick with unspoken thoughts. The only sounds were the distant calls of birds and the crunch of leaves beneath their boots.

Then, through the dense foliage, buildings began to emerge.

At first, they were only vague silhouettes against the rising sun, but as they drew closer, the structures became clearer, towering walls made of thick stone, enclosing an ominous compound.

Two muscular men stood guard at the entrance, their chests bare, their arms corded with muscle. Above the massive iron gate, bold letters had been carved into the stone:

SLAVE ORGANIZATION.

The moment the guards' gazes fell on Dimitri, they immediately bowed their heads in respect. Without a word, they stepped aside, granting him and Sorayah entry.

Sorayah's stomach churned as she stepped through the gates with Dimitri by her side.

And then, she froze.

Her breath hitched.

All around her, humans, men and women alike walked naked beneath the harsh morning sun. Their eyes were hollow, their bodies covered in bruises, scars, and fresh welts. Some of them flinched under the crack of whips wielded by the werewolf guards, while others knelt with their heads bowed, too broken to move.

The slaves bowed their head in respect, the moment their gaze fell on Dimitri who soon gave them a silent command which they understood and continue their daily work

But what shook Sorayah the most was what was carved into their skin.

"Sex Slave."

Some had the words burned into their foreheads, others onto their chests, their breasts, their thighs, even their genitals. The crude branding marked them as nothing more than property.

Her stomach lurched.

Nearby, a group of women were being forced against the stone walls, their muffled sobs barely audible over the laughter of the werewolves violating them. Some of the other guards stood watching, grinning as if it were nothing more than a show for their entertainment.

The air was thick with the sounds of flesh against flesh, the mingling of groans, cries of pleasure, and strangled whimpers of pain.

Sorayah clenched her fists, bile rising in her throat.

"Welcome to the Slave Organization," Dimitri said, his lips curling into a smirk as he took in her reaction. There was no pity in his voice. No hesitation. Just cold amusement.

He continued walking, his stride slow, unbothered.

Sorayah hesitated for a split second before forcing her legs to move, her heart pounding violently in her chest.

They entered a building, the heavy doors shutting behind them with a dull thud.

Inside, darkness swallowed them whole, broken only by the dim glow of candlelight flickering against damp stone walls. The air was thick, humid, suffocating with the unmistakable scent of sweat, fear, and filth.

The sounds of suffering grew louder.

Not just moans this time, but wretched cries. The clanking of chains. The low murmurs of broken souls.

The noise pounded against Sorayah's skull, so deafening she had to clamp her hands over her ears. It was unbearable, like a storm of agony threatening to crack her mind in two.

Dimitri, however, walked forward as if none of it mattered.

After what felt like an eternity, they reached a wider chamber where the candlelight burned brighter, illuminating the space around them.

Sorayah's breath caught in her throat.

They stood in the center of a vast hall, surrounded by cages.

Inside each metal enclosure, naked humans huddled together like livestock, skin pressed against skin, bodies trembling, eyes dull and lifeless. Some cages held men, others women, but none of them looked alive in any real sense.

Sorayah's nails dug into her palms.

These were her people.

People of the human kingdom.

She could see it in their features, their eyes, once filled with pride, now stripped of everything but despair.

Dimitri exhaled slowly, as if taking in the sight like one would admire fine artwork. Then, in his usual detached tone, he spoke.

"There are different stages of slavery," he said. "Different organizations. But the sex slaves... they're the lowest of them all."

A guard appeared almost instantly, carrying a chair, which he placed before Dimitri. Without hesitation, Dimitri sat down, his posture relaxed.

Sorayah remained standing, her entire body tense, her nails pressing deeper into her skin in a desperate attempt to keep her tears from falling.

A heavy silence hung between them until another figure emerged from the shadows.

A man.

Broad-shouldered, skin devoid of scars since he was a werewolf, and wielding a sword at his side. His gaze was sharp, his stance powerful. He moved with the ease of a seasoned warrior, yet there was something cruel in the way his lips twisted into a knowing smirk.

He stopped a few feet away from Dimitri before bowing low in submission.

"Greetings, Your Highness," he said, his voice thick with reverence.

Sorayah didn't know when tears fell down her cheeks due to the wails of her people. She quickly wiped the tears away but more came rolling down her cheeks.

Dimitri barely spared him a glance. "Ego," he addressed the man, his tone unreadable.

Sorayah's eyes flickered toward the man. There was no dohyhe was Dimitri's gamma, the one in charge of the sex slaves and their... grooming.

"Bring some new slaves," Dimitri ordered, his voice as sharp as a blade. "Groom them in front of me."

Sorayah stiffened, her stomach plummeting.

Dimitri turned his gaze toward her then, his emerald eyes gleaming with something unreadable.

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And then, he smirked.

"Someone has a few things to learn," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "And who knows? She might even end up getting groomed herself."

Sorayah's breath caught in her throat.

Her entire body went rigid.