Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle
Chapter 59: Who Said You Need A Bow To Use An Arrow?

Chapter 59: Who Said You Need A Bow To Use An Arrow?

He bent down, grabbing Sorayah’s chin roughly, forcing her to meet his gaze. Her eyes were ablaze with hate, unwavering. He gritted his teeth.

"I won’t kill you not because I’m merciful which you already know, but because the Beta Lord would be displeased. But I will hurt you so badly that death will seem like a blessing. You’ll be begging for it when I’m done. You’ll be vomiting suicide."

A bitter smile spread across Sorayah’s bloodied lips. She spat a little, crimson trailing down her chin.

"Then kill me," she said, her voice soft but resolute. "I’d rather die on this ground than let filthy animals like you lay a hand on me."

With a thunderous roar, Adam struck her across the face. The force of the blow echoed, drawing horrified gasps from the crowd. Blood spattered from Sorayah’s mouth, her head snapping to the side. She collapsed once more to the ground but still, no tears fell.

Adam climbed over her, his hands reaching for her skirt, eyes gleaming with sick anticipation.

But he didn’t notice Sorayah’s hand slipping beside her fluffy skirt.

She had come prepared.

Beneath her garments, hidden among her belongings, was the soul-splitting arrow, the very same she had intended to shoot before Mira interrupted her at Dimitri’s training ground. She had stolen it, carefully, knowing she might need it. There’s no doubt Dimitri would be aware of the arrows in his collection, only two were stored in the training area. Whether he had more hidden elsewhere, Sorayah didn’t know, and frankly, she didn’t care.

She had trusted her instincts. And her instincts had been right.

The arrow, cold and humming with magic, fit perfectly in her hand.

As Adam leaned closer, a predatory grin on his face, Sorayah moved faster than he could react. With all the strength she could muster, she jammed the arrow upward, straight through Adam’s throat.

The effect was instant.

Blood gushed like a river, spraying across her face and body as Adam reeled back, gurgling, his eyes wide in disbelief. The crowd erupted in screams and shouts. Adam collapsed with a strangled noise, twitching violently as the life drained from him.

Sorayah pushed his weight off her, her chest heaving with fury, her fists clenched around the blood-slick shaft of the arrow.

"Who said you need a bow to use an arrow?" she growled, standing slowly, like a warrior rising from the battlefield. "All you need is the will to kill and the knowledge of where to strike."

Her face was splattered with blood, her clothes torn, but her spirit blazed like an inferno. Even the bravest of the guards hesitated, unsure of what to do next.

Sorayah stood tall, her golden hair gleaming, her eyes daring anyone to move.

Gasps and murmurs rippled through the air as everyone, werewolf guards and humans alike watched in horror. Adam’s body soon began to twist and contort, his skin paling before turning an unnatural black. The flesh on his arms and face shriveled, veins drying as blood oozed not from wounds but from the pores of his skin. It dripped like ink, pooling beneath him as his body rapidly began to shrink, his form collapsing in on itself.

A sickening sound followed, flesh peeling, bones cracking, and skin melting away until only blood-drenched muscle, organs, and bone remained in a horror heap.

The Soul-Splitting Arrow had done its job.

"How dare you slave?!" Mira shrieked, her voice laced with panic as she stepped forward. There was genuine terror in her eyes as she stared at Adam’s remains, her elegant façade cracking.

But Sorayah was ready. In a flash, she spun and grabbed Mira, wrapping one arm around her neck while she pressed the blood-soaked arrowhead against her throat.

"Don’t move," Sorayah hissed, her voice low and dangerous, "or watch your lady fall like that lowlife did."

The guards froze, uncertainty written across their faces. Some still held their swords at the ready, while others kept their bows drawn and aimed at Sorayah. But no one dared to release an arrow.

Mira stiffened in Sorayah’s grasp, her hands trembling. She was one of the few werewolves who had refused combat training, opting instead to perfect her elegance and charm. She had always viewed martial arts as crude and beneath her station. Now, Sorayah used that very vanity as a weapon.

"Stay back!" Sorayah commanded, pressing the arrowhead a little deeper against Mira’s skin. "One twitch of your blade, and I’ll drive this through her neck. Don’t test me."

The guards glanced at one another uncertainly, hesitating.

"Just stay back!" Mira shouted, her voice breaking. "She’s mad! A filthy slave, and yet she dares...!" Her words trailed off, her fear becoming more palpable with every breath.

"You even brought an arrow out of His Highness’s training ground," she added with a bitter edge, trying to sound brave. "And you’re doing all this just because the Beta Lord ordered that you not be killed? Do you honestly think he’ll spare you if you hurt me? Maybe he’s protecting you now, but if you kill me... he’ll kill you. He will kill you."

Sorayah’s expression hardened into something fierce, almost amused. She tilted her head slightly, a smirk curving her lips as she leaned closer to Mira’s ear.

"Then you better keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut," she whispered darkly, "or your death might come faster than you think."

She straightened, her voice rising for all to hear. "Yes, the Beta Lord might kill me after. But before that? You’ll die first. You’ll be nothing but a memory in this cursed place. Shall I kill you now, Mira?" she asked, moving the arrow closer to Mira’s neck.

"No!" Mira cried out, her voice trembling with desperation. "What do you want? Please... just say what you want!"

"Tell those dogs of yours to prepare a horse," Sorayah ordered coldly, not lowering the arrow for even a second. Her tone left no room for argument.

"Go!" Mira barked at the guards, her voice shrill. "Prepare a horse now!"

Two guards scrambled out of the formation and rushed into action. Within moments, they returned with the news that the horse is outside the mines.

Sorayah’s gaze didn’t waver as she continued. "Good. Now, listen carefully, if any of you follow me, if any of you so much as twitch in my direction, I will harm your lady."

She turned, eyes blazing, voice sharp with authority. "And don’t think I’m bluffing. I’m holding a Soul-Splitting Arrow. One touch is enough. It will tear through her like it did that bastard Adam. As for me, if you shoot me, I’ll heal. But your lady? She won’t."

The guards shifted uneasily, weapons still raised, yet paralyzed by fear. Mira’s heart pounded beneath Sorayah’s arm. She could feel the fury and determination radiating from her captor like heat from a furnace.

"They won’t follow," Mira said quickly, swallowing hard. "They... they know better."

Without another word, Sorayah began walking, still holding Mira tightly as a shield, guiding her step by step toward the mine’s exit. The guards watched helplessly, fear etched into their eyes as the two women disappeared from view but some still followed.

The fresh air outside hit Sorayah like a wave, but she didn’t slow. Once they reached the horse, she roughly threw Mira onto the saddle, mounting the horse herself immediately after.

Just as she grabbed the reins and prepared to gallop away, her body froze.

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