Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle
Chapter 135: Death of the alpha emperor.

Chapter 135: Death of the alpha emperor.

A middle-aged man, draped in ceremonial robes and holding a moon-inscribed staff, stood tall and alert at the center of the hall. He was the wedding coordinator....an esteemed priest tasked with conducting the sacred rites. The one who would officially tie the union between the couple.

With a subtle nod, the wedding ritual began.

Since the union was between a werewolf and a human, the traditional blood-binding ceremony was omitted. Normally, a werewolf groom would slice his palm, pressing the bleeding hand to his bride’s chest to symbolically link their souls later in the night under the moon.

But this was different.

Instead, Dimitri and Sorayah turned to face one another and gave a solemn bow. Then, in unison, they bowed toward the altar representing the Moon Goddess...the sacred symbol of their people.

The priest’s voice rang out, clear and ceremonial, "Time to kiss the bride!"

Without hesitation. almost as if he had been waiting for that very moment, Dimitri reached out and drew Sorayah closer by her waist. His grip was strong yet gentle, possessive but practiced. Before she could process it fully, his lips were on hers.

Warm. Demanding. Certain.

Sorayah tensed instinctively, eyes wide, but the weight of dozens of watching eyes settled heavy on her back. She couldn’t risk a scandal. So, she kissed him back....her hands resting lightly against his chest as their lips moved in synchrony.

To everyone watching, they looked like lovers desperate for their first night together. Passionate. Enthralled.

It was only when the priest cleared his throat loudly and purposefully that the kiss finally broke. Dimitri’s expression remained unreadable, but the curve of his lips suggested quiet satisfaction.

"Time to escort the bride to the bridal chamber!" the priest declared.

And just like that, the ceremony ended. Sorayah was gently led away...escorted to Dimitri’s private chamber, now transformed with red and golden ribbons, silk drapes, and flickering lanterns. It was elegant, regal, and suffocating all at once.

***

Inside the Bridal Chamber

Sorayah sat on the edge of the massive bed, her fingers clenching the soft red silk sheets. The wedding veil had already been discarded, lying folded across a nearby stool. She hadn’t waited for Dimitri to remove it.. there was no need. She knew he wouldn’t return quickly. He still had duties to entertain guests, drink toasts, and receive congratulatory words.

"He wants to make me a concubine... just because that’s the only way I can save that girl?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

It was a bitter thought.

Even though she held only the title of concubine, Dimitri had still gone out of his way to invite powerful officials, noble houses, and influential figures to witness the ceremony. It wasn’t just a wedding...it was a declaration. A message.

To someone in particular.

Lupien. She clenched her fists at the thought. The silent warning was clear.

The night deepened. A half-moon rose high in the sky, surrounded by a sea of stars. Its silver glow poured into the chamber, casting pale streaks of light across the polished floors and satin bedspread.

Outside, the sounds of music and laughter drifted in through the window....guests still reveling, toasting, dancing, as if nothing in the world mattered beyond this moment.

But inside the room, Sorayah was anything but festive.

"Gone for the whole night?" she hissed as she paced the room, barefoot and restless. "Seriously?"

She had stripped away the heavy wedding garments piece by piece. The golden hairpins were gone, the jewelry laid out neatly on the vanity. Now, she wore only a simple white gown. the one she had worn beneath all the layers.

She wasn’t waiting for Dimitri to consummate the marriage. That was never the plan.

She just wanted to speak to him. To confront him. To understand.

Instead, she was left in silence.

Her frustration boiled over.

"That bastard!" she shouted, running both hands through her golden curls. The long strands tumbled over her shoulders and down her back. "He planned an entire wedding, didn’t even tell me beforehand....and now he doesn’t even show up? He should at least be here so we can talk!"

The room echoed with her voice.

And then...

"Who’s the bastard?"

The sudden question sliced through the air like a blade.

The sound sent a chill crawling down Sorayah’s spine, her entire body going rigid with alarm. Her breath caught in her throat as she spun around, heart pounding.

It was Dimitri who had entered the chamber.

He leaned casually against the doorway, his sharp features relaxed into a smirk as he looked at her.

"Already cursing your husband on the first night?" he teased, stepping inside with slow, confident strides. "Though I suppose I should be used to it by now. Only you are bold enough to curse me so frequently."

The smirk on his lips made Sorayah’s heart skip a beat. She swallowed hard as Dimitri crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, the fabric of his ceremonial robe rustling softly.

Sorayah let out a nervous chuckle, trying to cover her unease. "It was just a slip of the tongue, Your Highness."

Dimitri raised an eyebrow at her response.

But before she could take a seat on the chair in front of him, he reached out and grabbed her wrist. gently but firmly...pulling her forward until she landed beside him on the bed. In one swift motion, he shifted, pressing her down beneath him.

Sorayah gasped, eyes wide with alarm. "W...What are you trying to do?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly, panic flaring in her eyes. "We’re not consummating this marriage!"

Dimitri’s smirk returned, more playful than threatening. "It’s Dimitri now," he said smoothly, his voice low and steady. "When we’re alone, you’ll call me by my name. If you insist on using my title in public, that’s fine but in private, it’s Dimitri. We’re married now, after all."

Sorayah hesitated, her breath catching in her throat.

"Yes... you... Dimitri," she finally said, her hands pressing lightly against his chest in an attempt to push him away.

He chuckled and leaned back, releasing her. "That’s it."

He moved to sit upright again, prompting Sorayah to sit up as well, brushing her curls from her face as she caught her breath.

Dimitri leaned forward slightly, his tone shifting to something more serious.

"This was always the plan," he said. "You were going to become my concubine sooner or later. Now that you have, you’re entitled to power...real power...just like Concubine Arata. I’ll grant you privileges befitting a favored wife. Your title now surpasses even that of Mira."

Sorayah’s eyes widened, her voice filled with cautious joy. "So... I can punish her ladyship Mira? And take back that girl from her?"

"Of course," Dimitri replied, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You can also plan Arata’s death with me and the bastard growing in her womb. I’m trusting you, Sorayah. I believe you’ll wield this power wisely."

Sorayah stared at him in disbelief. "She’s pregnant ith a bastard?! Did you tell me this before and I just forgot?!" she burst out, her voice rising, eyes wide with shock.

Dimitri’s gaze darkened as he leaned in slightly. "Of course she’s not pregnant with my child. Why do you think I know you’re not pregnant either?" His tone dropped to a dangerous whisper. "I can’t impregnate a woman, Sorayah...not yet. And if you ever tell that to anyone else, I swear you’ll die before you finish the sentence."

Sorayah swallowed hard, a chill running through her.

He continued, voice calm but edged with steel. "I don’t know if I can impregnate humans. What I do know is that I’ve never released my seed in you. Not once. The drug given to us that night by Arata? It doesn’t just enhance desire...it prevents pregnancy too."

He paused, his expression grim.

"Mira knew I can’t impregnate a woman yet but somehow, Arata found out. She thought claiming to carry my child would make people and me believe in a ’miracle baby.’ But she’s foolish. That lie will be the end of her."

He stood up now, his back straight, voice low and lethal.

"Now that I’ve set my sights on the throne, no one can know I can’t impregnate a werewolf. Hence Arata secret would be saved but she must die. Atleast she had cleared the rumours about my infertility. She has to die and so must the lover she’s hiding. You, Sorayah and i, will ensure it happens. And when it happens, it’ll be more like they’re attacked and not me killing her."

Sorayah nodded quickly, her heart pounding but her face glowing with renewed purpose.

Dimitri’s smile returned, pleased.

"Then there’s no need for you to have a separate room," he said, his tone turning casual again.

Sorayah blinked, confused. A cold wave washed over her.

"Why not?" she asked, raising a brow. "It’s only proper for me to have my own space, isn’t it?"

Dimitri shook his head. "No. If we want everyone to believe you’re my pampered wife, then you must live like one. That means staying here, in my chamber."

He stood tall and commanding, his voice firm. "Tomorrow, I’ll assign you personal maidservants. They’ll bring you new outfits, jewelry, accessories....everything you could ever want. I’ll gift you golden ornaments daily, if that’s what it takes. But your place will be here."

Sorayah shifted slightly, trying to hide her discomfort.

"Alright then," she murmured. "As long as... nothing is going to happen between us, I’m fine with it."

Dimitri chuckled under his breath. "Nothing will. What happened between us before was necessary. Nothing more."

"You don’t have to remind me," Sorayah said dryly as she stood up, brushing down her gown. She turned her back to him. "Now that everything is settled, I’d like to take a cool shower and wash off this day."

"Sure," Dimitri replied casually, already beginning to loosen his robe in preparation for bed.

But just as silence began to settle, a voice thundered from outside....urgent, masculine, and sharp with shock:

"The Alpha Emperor is dead!"