Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 147: Mate

Pulling the door with her head plastered to the door, Fiona waited until she was convinced that Cain had headed down the floor before closing her door and picking up her arm off the ground, even with her face slick with sweat and pain.

"Fuck!" she groaned under her breath even as she dug into the bottom of her clothes and brought out a potion with the color black. Something that was banned simply because the main ingredients were the bodies of werewolves—something Fiona didn’t flinch at as she hurriedly poured it on her wound and her arm before attaching it, not surprised to see it immediately begin to heal as the pain also dulled.

The situation was critical, and she knew better than to wait for Cain to come back, considering that by the time he was done with her, her bones would also be crushed to paste.

"But if he indeed killed everyone..." she thought to herself, knowing that it would also mean that the people she sent to do the job were also dead, even though she wasn’t worried they would snitch on her.

"...but still! Cain might torture it out of them!" she thought as she instantly and carefully sat down and waited for her wound to completely heal, determined to be out of there even before whatever doctor Cain promised to send came knocking on her door.

"It was stupid to come here now!" she mumbled under her breath, wishing she had listened to her father and waited for the love potion. The only delight she got was in making Cain’s lover suffer—but annoyed that she couldn’t find out the extent of it.

Worse was the wrath of her father, which she would have to face when he found out what she had done without his permission.

"Why is life so fucking hard? Why can’t I have everything I fucking worked for!" she screamed into the air as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, not surprised to see that most of the bruises on her face from when Cain had hit her had completely disappeared, even though she was sure that new ones would soon appear.

"I need a drink!" she finally let out with a curse as she got to her feet and hurriedly changed her clothes, careful not to use the arm yet, knowing that the only reason she wasn’t feeling any pain was because, if all the other potions the witches used were made from different parts of werewolves, the ones her father had were made from their heart itself.

"I need a fucking drink!" she swore even louder as tears fell down her face as she dressed up and wrapped a shawl around her face, struggling to fix her already messed-up face. Plastering a smile on her face when all she’d like to do is cry and rave and yell.

"I need a drink powerful enough to knock me out!" which was something she could only get in a bar, one that catered exactly to the needs of werewolves.

Having made up her mind, Fiona carefully headed out, making sure to pass the side doors even as she realized that the mansion was still being cleaned up. Bribing the human workers was easy, and security was very lax as the people at the gate simply waved them through without a second glance.

Fiona, with her purse in her hands, smiled and talked with all of them, even with her hands clenched together in her lap, as all she wanted to do was cry. A happy grin on her face as she bade them goodbye, one that only dropped after she entered the bar she wanted to go to and asked for the VIP section, ignoring the long queue considering it was already past 8 and prime time for people wanting to have fun at the club.

The bouncer didn’t even hesitate to let her in as she raised her head, her yellow eyes flashing brighter in the dark as she moved to go in, only for a plump man with two women hanging from his shoulders to interject, considering he was still a few steps in line.

"VIP? I’m VIP TOO!" he grumbled, about to make an even bigger fuss when another, bigger bouncer stepped forward, shutting him up with a look.

"If you make trouble, you will be thrown out and never welcome here again. She is a VVIP!" he told him before turning around to ignore him, much to the man’s chagrin, still pissed off but smart enough not to continue making a fuss.

Fiona had gone in, but her ears had still been able to pick up the commotion, which she internally laughed at as she instantly headed upstairs right to the werewolf section of the club, which was much classier than others, considering the fact that the owner of the club was a friend of hers and part of the pack.

She had just entered when she was spotted by her friend group, who immediately gestured for her to come over, which was where she was already headed.

She hadn’t even moved to sit when she was immediately bombarded with questions about Cain, like usual, even as Fiona concentrated on pouring herself a drink, something her friends approved of, considering the fact that the more drunk she was, the more secrets she would spill.

Only Fiona knew that even if she were dead, there were some things she would never admit to as she raised the cold glass to her lips and drank it, a languid smile on her face as she drank before lowering the glass.

"Yes! Cain treats me like a princess. He might be a monster, but he would never hurt me!" she told them, watching as the two of them took in every part of her, almost like they were looking for what to use to crush her.

"You look good! There have been rumors of a bloodbath in his mansion!" Marina softly said as she cradled her own drink in her hands with a smile on her face, even as Gina nodded in agreement. "We heard it was pretty bad... almost as bad as the last time!"

"It might not be a good thing for you to keep hanging on to him! Of what use is he if he is no longer lord!" Gina added, even as anger soured within Fiona, who tried to keep a lid on it as she gritted her teeth together and took a larger sip from her drink before speaking.

"Cain is still lord because he’s powerful. If he can get away with it before, he can get away with it again! Moreover, he has my father’s backing!" she pointed out, even as she tried not to think about why she was trying to protect someone who wanted her dead.

’I almost sound like I have a choice. It’s already good enough that I want him and father also agrees!’ she thought, recalling with a bitter smile how many of her mates her father had gone out of his way to hunt down. ...yet somehow the goddess keeps dishing them out to me, Fiona thought with a dark look in her eyes, wondering if the goddess was simply trying to punish her.

Her thoughts straying, even as Marina and Gina continued to speak. "...Cain is a handsome devil, but for me, I’d rather prefer someone like Lord William! He’s also a Lord and part of the council, and he looks so refreshing!" Marina pointed out, gesturing to a few tables away from them, where three men were seated, but only one of them looked powerful enough to be called lord.

Fiona had simply been curious enough to look when a word she had heard before, and which always spelled trouble and which she dreaded, echoed loudly in her mind like a storm.

MATE!

Holding back the urge to loudly swear, Fiona mentally cursed, even as she felt her heart leap in her chest, and she forced it to calm down. ’I know better!’ her eyes cold as she settled in her mind that she simply had to go over and reject him.