Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle
Chapter 58: Bend Her To Your Will.

Chapter 58: Bend Her To Your Will.

Damn... I’m such a fool to have believed him, she thought bitterly.

"The rule here," Adam said, his tone dropping into something cold and final, "states that if a newly brought servant is sent into the Valley of Death to extract organs but fails to do so or worse, dies then one of the longer-serving prisoners will be granted freedom."

He turned his gaze to Theo. "Since this new servant failed to harvest even a single organ, Theo, you are now free to leave."

Sorayah’s breath caught in her throat as waves of shock and betrayal washed over her.

"Thank you, my lord," Theo said with a victorious smile. He didn’t spare Sorayah a second glance as he turned and strode out of the Valley of Death, his chains rattling softly with each step.

Oh I see. He put on an act of kindness just so that he could leave here. I’m such a big fool though. Since he was a human, I actually believed him. He did this to save himself... Bastard! Sorayah fumed silently, her fists clenching at her sides. No wonder he never taught me anything. He was never planning to.

Adam stepped forward, his eyes never leaving her face. "Now... the servant who fails to extract organs must be punished. After the punishment, they’ll return to their duties."

His voice was void of empathy, every word sinking like stone into Sorayah’s chest.

"If another new servant is brought in, the cycle continues. The choice is theirs, either remain in this rotting pit and warn the newcomer, or lie to them and escape at their expense."

He took a deliberate step closer, then another. Sorayah instinctively stepped back, but it was futile. Adam kept closing the distance until he was right in front of her. He grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him.

"Now tell me... what kind of punishment should I give you, young lady?"

Sorayah held his gaze, her jaw clenched, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. Her silence didn’t amuse him. Adam’s eyes narrowed before he released her roughly and stepped back.

At his signal, the two guards flanking him grabbed Sorayah by the arms and began dragging her away.

***

The once isolated mines that had been hauntingly quiet the night before were now alive with labor. Prisoners moved mechanically, some driven by sheer will to survive, others by the threat of lashes. Cracks of whips echoed through the cavernous space, mingling with cries of pain and despair.

Mira’s gaze, sharp as a blade, fell on Sorayah as she was hauled past the workers. Disdain darkened her features as she stood from the crude wooden chair she had been sitting on.

"You couldn’t even follow the simplest of orders. No wonder you ended up here," Mira sneered.

Without warning, the guards shoved Sorayah down onto the rocky ground before Mira.

"She failed her task," Adam declared with a triumphant smirk, loud enough for everyone to hear. "And as per tradition, she shall be punished just like every other woman who has failed before her. Once it is done, she will be thrown back into the Valley of Death."

The laborers had stopped working now. One by one, their gazes turned toward the kneeling girl. Pity and fear etched their faces. Everyone knew what was coming. It was routine. They always paused their work when punishment was being dealt. That was the unspoken rule, perhaps even the guards respected it, for now none of them struck the prisoners.

"Just get it over with, Adam," Mira said coldly. "Bend her to your will."

She sat back down, her eyes gleaming with cruel anticipation as they stayed fixed on Sorayah, who glared back with fire in her eyes, rage and hatred boiling just beneath the surface.

Adam turned slowly to the two guards beside him.

"Strip her," he commanded.

The words fell like a thunderclap, stunning Sorayah into stillness. A chill rushed down her spine, her entire body going rigid in the guards’ grip.

The two guards stepped forward immediately, yanking Sorayah off her feet. Before she could utter a single word, one of them roughly tore open the front of her top, exposing her well-rounded breasts. A gasp rippled through the gathered crowd, but Sorayah, with a sharp intake of breath, quickly covered herself with both hands as she fell to the cold, hard ground. Her pride kept her spine straight and her eyes dry, she refused to shed a single tear before Mira.

Her long, golden hair tumbled forward like a shimmering waterfall, draping over her chest and concealing her exposed skin from the lascivious gazes of the werewolves and humans alike. Her silence was not submission, it was defiance.

Adam, one of the higher-ranking werewolf guards and of course the one in charge of division of labour and prisoners purnishment then stepped forward with a malicious grin stretching across his face. His eyes gleamed with a twisted excitement. "Your punishment," he sneered, "is for me and the other guards to take you, one by one. That’s the kind of punishment that breaks women like you. You’ll carry the memory for the rest of your miserable life, how ten men violated you while the others watched."

He paused, relishing the horror of his own words.

"And don’t think the Beta Lord will ever know," he continued with a cruel smirk. "Once we’re done, we’ll cut out your tongue. You won’t be able to tell a soul. Not even him."

Sorayah’s face twisted, not in fear, but in righteous fury. Her lips curled into a bitter snarl as she lifted her gaze, her golden eyes locking onto Adam’s. Her voice rang out, clear and venomous, slicing through the silence like a blade.

"Only weak, wretched, and disgraceful men would consider rape a source of pride," she said coldly, her voice filled with contempt. "You think it makes you powerful? No, it reveals how truly pathetic you are. You’re not brave. You’re not fearsome. You’re just a useless shell of a creature pretending to be a man."

Gasps echoed among the crowd. Even Mira’s expression faltered.

"Men like you, those who treat women like garbage don’t belong in society. You’re animals. No, correction. You’re worse. At least normal animals I know of protect their own. But you? You prey on the weak. You take pride in pain. Yes, you’re werewolves, beasts by nature, but that’s no excuse for your barbarity. You’re just monsters hiding behind your fangs and titles. It’s pathetic."

The air thickened with tension. Some humans looked away in shame. Others stared in awe, surprised that Sorayah was still alive after such defiance.

Adam’s face turned red with rage. "You little... " he growled, his hand trembling. "You better shut your mouth before I carve your tongue out right now. But first, I want to hear how you moan. Let’s see how you sound when you’re begging beneath me."