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Mated to the Mad Lord

#Rated 18-Mature Themes Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector comes to carve a payment from her body, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district. There’s just one catch: Lord Cain permits only male servants in his house. Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything is going according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold and unwavering authority, starts to take a peculiar interest in her. Violet’s disguise becomes a prison of its own as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath cold allure lies a darkness Violet can’t ignore, a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse. A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch. ************* "TAKE IT OFF!" Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade. "My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric. "I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully. Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!" Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself." Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully. Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off. 'This has to work. It has to!'

Colorful_madness · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
138 Chs

Two Dead Lovebirds

"Can you cut it out?" Mallory snapped, her tone sharp as she hurriedly tied her hair back into a bun. Her glare pierced the culprit responsible for the mess—a grin plastered across his face as he leaned against the watchtower's railing.

"Come on, Mallory! A kiss isn't enough!" Xana teased, his tone playful, utterly unfazed by her irritation.

"Shut up, Xana! You're going to get us killed!" Mallory hissed, shoving his arm aside as she stepped out of the watchtower. Her sharp retort cut through the silence of the night, her frustration bubbling over.

Her gaze wandered to the distant watchtowers, quiet and still under the moonlight. She scanned the area, her sharp eyes searching for anything unusual. The silence, though comforting to Xana, only made Mallory uneasy.

Before her focus could settle, an arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back.

"Xana!" she growled, slapping his arm away with a force that would've sent anyone else stumbling.