Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle-Chapter 53: The Valley Of The Dead.

Sorayah was now dressed in ragged clothes, stiff with dried blood from fallen humans whose garments had been stripped from their lifeless bodies and passed down to the next slave without a second thought. No one bothered to wash them. No one cared.

"Good! Now take her to where she's supposed to work. She'll labor until daybreak, and even after that," Mira commanded with a satisfied smirk, her sharp gaze fixed on Sorayah. "Slaves who prove to be disobedient will endure hard labor until they break. You should know who your master is now."

Adam cleared his throat, his tone carrying a faint trace of concern. "Some of the guards have prepared the Beta Lord's chambers for you, my lady. You should go and rest. It can be dangerous near the mines at night. I wouldn't want you exposed to unnecessary risks."

Mira barely spared him a glance before responding, "I'll leave this slave in your care then, Adam."

"Of course, my lady," Adam said with a bow, his voice laced with satisfaction. He cast a sidelong glance at the werewolf guards patrolling the mine's entrance. "You two! Escort her ladyship to the Beta Lord's quarters."

The two guards immediately chorused their obedience, stepping forward to accompany Mira as she turned on her heel and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Sorayah in Adam's clutches.

The moment she was gone, his entire demeanor shifted. The false servility in his voice vanished, replaced by irritation and something far more sinister.

"Move!" he snapped, grabbing Sorayah's arm roughly.

She stiffened, forcing herself not to react.

Adam leaned in, his breath hot and repugnant against her ear. "You're lucky," he muttered, his grip tightening. "If it weren't for the fact that you're now the Beta Lord's property, I'd take you right here and now." He added as he roughly squeezed Sorayah's boobs but she knew better not to react.

Sorayah's hands curled into fists at her sides, but she kept her head bowed, refusing to give him the reaction he craved. Her silence only emboldened him.

"Then again..." he mused, dragging his fingers along her arm. "No one would ever know. The Beta Lord won't even care as long as you're still breathing by the time he gets to you. Her ladyship only forbade us from cutting off your limbs or killing you, but there are plenty of other ways to ruin you. I could cut out that tongue of yours and make you mute forever." He laughed, his voice dripping with cruelty. "A mute slave can still serve her master well enough. And you'd still be useful in battle."

Sorayah's nails dug into her palms, the sharp sting grounding her. The moment she dared lift her gaze, her eyes flickered downward, toward the bulge of Adam's arousal pressing against his trousers.

Disgust twisted in her gut, but she masked it with an impassive expression.

How I wish I could cut that vile thing from his body.

"Follow me," Adam barked, dragging her forward.

They walked in silence. The deeper they went, the heavier the air became thick with an overwhelming, putrid stench. The moment the smell hit, both Sorayah and Adam instinctively covered their noses with their hands.

Her stomach recoiled. Her instincts screamed at her.

Where the hell is he taking me?

Adam said nothing throughout their journey and suddenly, he stopped in front of a rusted iron door embedded within the cavern walls. He retrieved a ring of keys from his belt, his fingers moving with practiced ease as he unlocked the heavy chains securing it. The moment the last lock fell open, the metal groaned, and the door swung wide.

The stench that rushed out was indescribable.

It slammed into them with full force, suffocating, thick, and almost tangible in its intensity. Sorayah gagged, doubling over as bile rose in her throat. She barely had time to stagger back before she vomited onto the ground, her entire body trembling from the sheer force of it.

Adam, unaffected, reached into his pocket and pulled out a cloth mask, securing it over his face before tossing another one at her. "Use it."

She grabbed it with unsteady hands, pressing it over her nose and mouth, but it did little to shield her from the foul air. Her stomach continued to churn, the acrid scent burning the inside of her nostrils, sinking into her skin.

Adam shoved her forward. "Go in. You'll figure out what to do soon enough."

Sorayah staggered but managed to regain her balance, her breathing uneven. "What...?"

Before she could finish, he grabbed her wrist and shoved her inside. The last thing she saw was his smirking face before the door slammed shut, followed by the sharp click of locks sliding into place.

"I'll be back at daybreak," he called from the other side. "Do what you're supposed to do, or you'll regret it."

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Then, his footsteps faded, leaving her alone in the suffocating darkness.

Sorayah pressed her hands against the door, her heartbeat slamming against her ribs. "Damn it!" she hissed, pounding her fist against the metal. The instant her skin made contact, a violent jolt of electricity shot through her, sending her sprawling to the ground.

Pain shot through her fingers, leaving them raw and scalded. She clenched her teeth, cradling her trembling hand to her chest as she fought back a wave of fresh tears.

They electrified the gate.

Her breath hitched, her body locking up as she remained crouched on the damp floor. The air was thick, too thick. Even through the mask, the smell was unbearable.

Her stomach churned violently, her body on the verge of rebelling again. She had to do something before she collapsed.

Just what the hell is responsible for this smell? She thought to herself as she finally turned away from the gate.

The moment she turned, her heart dropped, and she jumped back with a sharp gasp. Her eyes widened in horror and utter disbelief at the sight before her.

It was a field, a vast, endless field filled with stacks of naked corpses, piled on top of one another. The bodies stretched as far as the eye could see, an ocean of death that swallowed the land. Some were freshly dead, their skin still clinging to the last remnants of warmth. Others had long since rotted, their decayed flesh crawling with maggots, while some had been reduced to bare bones, stripped clean by time and the elements.

Sorayah's stomach lurched violently. She doubled over, retching onto the cold ground. Her face turned ashen, her body trembling as she struggled to process the horror scene before her. It was too much. Too horrifying. And the stench, it was beyond unbearable. A thick, putrid cloud of decay clung to the air, suffocating her lungs and making her head spin.

Desperate, she finally tapped into her healing magic, something she had refrain from doing until she seals her magic scent. With a flicker of energy, she sealed the awful stench around her, creating a barrier that blocked out the overwhelming odor. She also eradicated the swarming flies that buzzed incessantly in her ears.

She knew she could get away with this. Adam had led her deep into the mines, so deep that no werewolf guards patrolled the area, none could stand the overpowering stench. There was no one here to sense her magic. And even if someone tried, wouldn't the sickening odor of rotting bodies be enough to mask the scent of her powers?

Even with the spell, the stench lingered in her mind, haunting her senses. It was worse than anything she had ever imagined. If there were a word beyond horrific, she would use it. No description could truly capture the sheer monstrosity of this place.

With the scent momentarily subdued, she took a shaky breath, though she knew it was only an illusion. The air wasn't clean, it never would be. If she hadn't used her magic, she might have fainted already.

Tears welled in her eyes as she took in the sight before her. How many had perished here? Thousands? Millions? Perhaps even more. A mass grave without a name, a burial ground of forgotten souls.

How could the werewolves be so cruel? Slaughtering humans and discarding their bodies like worthless scraps, piling them like discarded meat.

A strangled sob escaped her lips. She fell to her knees, wrapping her arms around herself as grief crashed over her like a tidal wave.

"Why?! Just why?!" she screamed, her voice raw with anguish, the sound lost within the valley of the dead.

"Hey!" A deep, masculine voice called out from the shadows, cutting through her sorrow like a blade. "You're new here, aren't you? What did you do to end up in this hellish place? You're so fucking loud though."

His tone carried a mixture of curiosity and anger, as though he had long since abandoned any hope of escaping this hell. Sorayah stiffened, her breath hitching as she slowly turned her gaze toward the source of the voice.