Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle
Chapter 140: I’ll purnish anyone who bully you.

Chapter 140: I’ll purnish anyone who bully you.

They all recognized the voice instantly.

It was Dimitri.

"Greetings, Your Highness," Mira, Arata, and Sorayah echoed respectfully, offering him a slight bow.

But Dimitri didn’t return the greeting.

Instead, he moved swiftly toward Sorayah, his eyes narrowing as he reached for her hands. Her skin was blistered..angry red patches covering her fingers from the scalding tea.

But that wasn’t even the worst of it.

Without a second thought, Dimitri dropped to one knee in front of her. His fingers brushed her thighs gently as he lifted the hem of her skirt...just enough for his eyes only to see.

"Y-Your Highness..." Sorayah stammered, trying to push her skirt back down. Her heart thudded in her chest, panic rising in her throat. "People are watching.."

"Stay still." His tone was low, commanding. "You are my concubine now. I have every right to examine you whenever, wherever."

His words made her freeze.

She bit her lip as Dimitri lifted the fabric a bit more, revealing her upper thighs. fair skin marred with red blisters from the burn. His jaw clenched at the sight.

"I’ll punish anyone who dares lay a finger on you," he growled.

Then he rose abruptly to his full height, his cloak sweeping dramatically around him. His eyes scanned the room.

"How did this happen?!" he thundered, voice echoing off the courtyard walls. "Who dares harm my woman?!"

My woman?

Sorayah stiffened.

Oh please, she thought, swallowing the sudden lump in her throat. I know we’re pretending for the sake of this act, but calling me your woman in front of your wives? Isn’t that a bit too much?

"Don’t worry about that, Your Highness. I’m fine," Sorayah replied quickly, trying to defuse the situation.

But Dimitri wasn’t having it.

He raised a hand and gently pressed his finger to her lips, silencing her instantly.

His gaze never wavered.

"She said the tea slipped from her hand," Mira interrupted coldly, arms folded across her chest. "It poured onto her lap due to her clumsiness. If she’s this careless now, how is she supposed to serve you properly in the future?"

Sorayah’s eyes flickered with pain, but before she could speak, Arata’s voice rang out...clear and sharp.

"Oh, please. The tea didn’t just slip from her hand. You poured it on her. On purpose."

Gasps rippled through the servants nearby. Mira’s eyes widened as she turned sharply toward Arata, rage painting her features.

"What are you implying, Concubine Arata?" Mira asked, her voice rising in anger. "Are you trying to sow discord between me and the new concubine?"

She stepped forward, arm raised....ready to strike.

But before her hand could make contact, Dimitri grabbed her wrist mid-air, his grip like iron. With a shove, he forced her back into her chair with a thud.

"You were going to strike a pregnant woman now, were you?" he asked coldly, one brow raised. "Is that how low your jealousy has sunk, Mira?"

Mira’s face contorted with frustration. "She was the one who insulted me first! She claimed I poured the tea...how absurd! It was Sorayah’s own clumsiness. She’s not fit to be your concubine..."

"Enough."

Dimitri let out a scoff, his expression one of disappointment. "You always play the victim, Mira. You’ve been scheming."

He leaned forward slightly, his voice dangerously calm.

"My other concubines may be too soft.....but not Sorayah. Don’t make the mistake of thinking she’s weak just because she’s new."

Mira tried to grasp his hand, but Dimitri quickly released himself from her grip.

Before Sorayah could make sense of what was happening, Dimitri turned toward her once more...and without warning, he lifted her into his arms.

Bridal style.

Gasps echoed across the courtyard.

Sorayah’s heart stopped in her chest. Her hands instinctively clung to his robes as he held her tightly, protectively, the warmth of his body pressing against hers.

She hadn’t expected that.

Not in front of everyone. Not like this.

"Put me down, Your Highness. I can walk," Sorayah said quietly, her voice calm but firm.

Dimitri only smirked in response, not breaking stride.

"Everyone, come to the training ground. There’s a show to see," he called over his shoulder to Mira and Arata before carrying Sorayah out of the courtyard like she weighed nothing.

Once at the training ground, Dimitri gently set Sorayah down on a cushioned chair. A female servant stood nearby, holding a first aid box he had ordered her to fetch earlier. Without delay, Dimitri opened the box, pulled out an ointment, and knelt before Sorayah again.

His fingers dipped into the cream, then carefully lifted the hem of her skirt....just enough to reveal her blistered lap. He began applying the ointment with slow, deliberate motions. His touch was tender, yet his fingertips traced her wounded skin with an intimacy that made Sorayah’s breath hitch.

It wasn’t just healing. It was... seduction.

"I hope you didn’t just stand there and watch while Mira did this to you?" Dimitri asked, his eyes focused on her lap as he continued to apply the cream. "I saw that she slapped you. But I also noticed a slap mark on her face. Did you do that?"

"What do you expect, Your Highness?" Sorayah responded with a playful pout. "You can see she didn’t dare mention that part to you. If she had, her secret would’ve been completely exposed."

Dimitri chuckled softly under his breath. "Still, I’m not exactly satisfied."

Sorayah blinked. "What do you mean you’re not contented, Your Highness?"

Before he could reply, Mira and Arata arrived, their dresses swaying as they walked with practiced grace.

"We’re here, Your Highness," they announced in unison, both offering deep bows.

Dimitri, now finished with the ointment, lowered Sorayah’s skirt respectfully and stood up, turning to face the two women.

"Good." His voice echoed with authority. "It’s been a while since we had a little friendly competition. I remember Concubine Arata being quite the expert with a bow and arrow. Even if not entirely skilled, she still knows how to aim and shoot."

He turned his gaze to Mira, eyes glinting. "It’s only my Lady Mira who hasn’t yet learned to wield any weapon."

"I’m afraid I can’t join your fun today, Your Highness," Mira replied with a shallow smile and a graceful bow. "You already have Concubine Arata and Concubine Sorayah to yourself. I’ll be taking my leave now."

She turned to go but Dimitri’s voice sliced through the air like a blade.

"There’s still something you can do." His words made Mira pause mid-step.

Then he turned toward Arata, offering her his hand with a charming smile. "First, Concubine Arata, would you be so kind as to bless our eyes with your shooting today? I heard your maidservants sent a letter requesting permission for you to leave the palace tomorrow to visit the temple hence we can’t have this fun tomorrow but today."

He drew her closer. "You’re going to the temple to pray for our unborn child."

Arata’s face softened with maternal pride. "Yes, Your Highness. I’m four months along now. I thought it only proper to go and give thanks. The Moon Goddess has been protecting me all this while."

Dimitri nodded approvingly, his eyes flickering to Sorayah for a moment long enough for her to feel it in her chest. She swallowed hard.

"Very well then," he said, voice warm. "Let’s see what you’ve got."

Arata offered a graceful bow, then walked over to a polished table where several bows and quivers of arrows were neatly arranged. She selected one and ascended a low platform designed for archery practice. Her posture was poised, her aim confident.

TWACK!

"Bullseye!" one of the guards called out, waving a blue victory flag.

TWACK! TWACK! TWACK!

Three more arrows flew from her fingers all hitting dead center.

"As expected," Dimitri said with a grin, taking Arata’s hand as she stepped down. "From the mother of my unborn child."

"You flatter me, Your Highness," Arata responded with a triumphant smile and another bow before taking her seat.

Dimitri’s gaze shifted back to Sorayah.

"Your turn." His tone was gentler now. "You’re injured. Your hands and lap are blistered so I’ll assist you."

He reached for a bow and arrow, then walked with Sorayah toward the stage. Together, they took their place. She stood in front of him, her body trembling slightly not from fear, but from the overwhelming sensation of him being so close.

Dimitri leaned forward, positioning the bow with her, his cheek nearly brushing hers. His breath was warm against her neck. His chest pressed lightly against her back, and she could feel the heat of his body, the tension between them crackling like fire.

Her buttocks were mere inches from his dragon. And though she tried desperately to ignore it, to focus on the target, her entire body was keenly aware of the nearness. Shooting a simple arrow felt like the most difficult task in the world now.

"Mira," Dimitri called suddenly, his voice cold and clear.

Mira raised an eyebrow.

"Go stand there." He pointed to the center of the practice field.

"W..what?" she asked, horror creeping into her voice.

"You heard me," he replied, tilting his head. "Be our bullseye."

Gasps rippled through the gathered servants.

"After all," Dimitri added, voice laced with irony, "you would do anything for your Highness, wouldn’t you?"

Mira stared at him, lips trembling, but the smirk on his face told her he wasn’t joking. Not even a little.