Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle
"Strip."
The command was sharp, laced with authority, cutting through the silence like the crack of a whip.
The deep timbre of Dimitri's voice sent a shiver down the spines of the gathered women. They had learned quickly in the past two days, obedience meant survival. At his order, they bowed their heads, hands trembling as they peeled away the thin, tattered fabric that barely shielded them from humiliation.
But one of them did not move. She stood frozen in place promting Dimitri's eyes narrowed.
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Humans and werewolves had long agreed to live in harmony, their borders drawn, their territories separate. Humans believed that as long as they respected these boundaries, peace would reign. But while humans clung to their fragile illusion of safety, the werewolves saw things differently.
Princess Sorayah Drakon was born into a world of deception. From the moment she took her first breath, she was forced to live as a male. The human kingdom, weak in comparison to their supernatural counterparts, feared that having a princess rather than a prince would make them appear even more vulnerable. Thus, Sorayah was raised as Prince Sorin Drakon, heir to the human throne.
But Sorayah was no ordinary royal. She was born with unique gifts, the ability to heal wounds, command the elements, and wield a strength that no human should possess. These powers reassured the king and queen, giving them hope that their disguised "son" could protect their people.
Despite her privileged yet burdened life, Sorayah longed to embrace the truth of who she was. Every night, under the cover of darkness, she would shed the false identity forced upon her, dressing as the woman she truly was. One fateful night, during one of these secret escapades, she met Lupien Nightshade, the crown prince of the werewolves.
Neither knew who the other truly was.
Lupien, a spy sent to gather intelligence on the humans, was drawn to the mysterious beauty with a fire in her eyes. And Sorayah, oblivious to his true nature, found herself falling for the enigmatic stranger who made her heart race.
Their love was doomed before it even began.
Just as Lupien began to see humans as more than mere prey, tragedy struck. A message arrived his father, the werewolf king, had died. The price of his crown? Blood.
To claim the throne, Lupien had to slaughter the human king and return to the werewolf kingdom with human women as slaves.
That night, Sorayah's world shattered.
She watched in horror as the man she loved razed her kingdom to the ground. Her people fell one by one, their screams echoing through the burning palace. Her parents, once the rulers of the human world, lay slain at Lupien's feet. He did not know who she was. But she knew him.
To survive, Sorayah did the unthinkable.
She abandoned her false identity as Prince Sorin and became the woman no one had ever known. Along with other captured women, she was taken to the werewolf kingdom not as a princess, but as a slave.
There, she vowed vengeance.
But fate was a cruel puppeteer.
Instead of becoming Lupien's personal captive, she was claimed by Dimitri Nightshade, Lupien's uncle. A ruthless tyrant, a demon in human skin, a man who delighted in pain and terror. He oversaw the distribution of slaves, treating them as mere commodities.
For Sorayah, every day in Dimitri's mansion was hell. He was unpredictable, cruel, and far more dangerous than his nephew. But soon, she realized something dangerous, Dimitri harbored a deep resentment toward the royal family.
Like her, he sought revenge.
If she could gain his trust, she could rise in the ranks, grow stronger, and use him as a weapon against Lupien.
Two enemies. One kingdom. A shared thirst for destruction.
