Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 165: A Starving Dog

Ten minutes later, Violet sat on the bed with nothing but her unbuttoned shirt on as she glared at the door in shock, confusion, and dissatisfaction. At first, she had been unwilling until Cain got right into it, and she conceded like before, only to feel him suddenly pull away even though she could clearly see just how invested he was by the bulge in his pants.

Yet he simply gave an excuse of having somewhere important to be before heading out, leaving Violet completely unsatisfied as she stared at the door in frustration even after long moments had passed.

Scrambling out of the bed when the unsatisfied feeling finally dissipated, she scrambled down the bed, intent on focusing instead on food and how to fill her belly. She looked for things she could take with her, considering the fact that she couldn’t just leave empty-handed.

If I’m going to escape, then I need to leave the district, she thought, considering the fact that Cain was bound to look for her the second he noticed she was gone. More than that is the money my parents asked me to get.

How would it seem if I go empty-handed? she thought to herself as she focused on finding whatever money she could take with her. Then, she would eat to her fill before heading out of the mansion gates to never return there.

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Fiona was surprised to see just how well she was treated, so much so that she was completely taken aback by the special treatment, which felt even better than how she was treated in Eldric, her father’s mansion.

The servants, whom she had expected to be snippy, were even more respectful as they catered to her every need. She could go anywhere in the mansion with an escort, one she didn’t seem to mind considering how gorgeous he was, even as he made sure to follow her everywhere she went.

"William!" Fiona sighed as they got back to her room and she entered, watching him close the door behind her like a servant would. "...One would assume a lord like you would have other things to do rather than follow a prisoner like me around!" Fiona sighed even as she shrugged off the shawl around her shoulders to reveal her bare skin, which could be seen with the off-shoulder black gown she had chosen to wear.

"I enjoy following you around," was the mostly cold response she got, even as she felt his eyes follow her as she moved around the room and sat in front of the dresser, admiring the jewelry he had gone out of his way to purchase.

"If my father saw me, there’s no way he would believe I’m a prisoner. Is that what you’re trying to do?" Fiona asked, looking at his reflection in the mirror she sat in front of as she spoke. If I die, you will be affected, she thought smugly, considering he was the one who accepted her as a mate, and she was yet to do the same.

Something that had surprised her since she had expected him to torture it out of her, only to see him shake his head as he chuckled in response to what she said. "I’ve changed my mind. I have no intention of killing you," William responded, which surprised Fiona as she looked back at him with a steady expression on her face.

"...If my father finds out what you’ve done, he’ll kill you!" she told him as simply as she could, with a serious edge in her tone as she spoke. "He wouldn’t hesitate to kill you, and he’ll punish me simply for getting caught!" she told him even as she turned back to look in the mirror, wiping off the slight makeup on her face as she did so.

"If you want to—you can return," he suddenly said, saying words that shocked her to the bone as she jerked her head back to show the extent of her surprise, a sneer lingering at the edge of her lips wondering if the man she was talking to was actually dumb.

"You kidnap me, and now you’re suddenly letting me go after accepting me as your mate, which means you can’t get another?" she asked, trying to outline it for him in case there was anything he could have missed, only to watch his face light up as he nodded his head with a soft smile on the edge of his lips, one that Fiona couldn’t bring herself to trust in the slightest.

"Yes! I’ll let you go as long as you do something for me," he told her, his tone jovial but at the same time serious enough to show that he meant every word.

A moment of fleeting silence passed between them before Fiona opened her mouth to speak, curious about what he would go as far as to ask her when he could have simply tried to force her instead.

"What is it?" she asked with a bit of hesitation in her voice, even as she fixed her gaze seriously on him, beyond shocked to hear what he had to say when he finally did.

"Sleep with me!" he responded, and Fiona looked completely stunned and taken aback until a slow smile slowly spread across her face as she got off the stool she sat on and moved closer to where William stood, close to the door. Her hand reached up to touch the dark tips of his hair with a seductive smile on her face.

"Sleep with you? That’s the easiest thing in the world!" she responded, considering how it wouldn’t make any difference with how many different men she had slept with. William would simply be one more, and moreover, his stature and height were something she was attracted to.

"So you agree?" he asked her again, and Fiona chuckled as she vigorously nodded her head and moved closer to kiss him, her hands on his neck as she spoke, "Of course I agree! Why wouldn’t—" but she was still speaking when she froze, noting just how hot his skin seemed to burn, hot enough for Fiona to be completely taken aback.

Werewolves have warmer temperatures than humans, but never was it hot enough for it to be something I would notice.

"You feel warm? Are you sick?" she asked, thinking it had to do with the poison he had mentioned which her father had afflicted him with, only to watch him shake his head as he moved closer to wrap his arms around her, lifting her off the ground.

His muscles bulging under his shirt as he did that, responding to her at the same time. "I’m not sick! It’s my rut period, which is why I needed your permission!" But he wasn’t done speaking before Fiona gasped out loud, clawing right at his face as she screamed for him to let her down.

"Are—are you mad? Let go of me!" she yelled at him. "...Even if you get me pregnant, I’ll remove it!" she sneered. The thought of carrying a child was something she found to be utterly disgusting, only to watch in shock as William obediently dropped her back to the ground, even as he leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek with a soft, adoring look on his face.

"You can do whatever you want! But right now... I want you," he softly said, kissing her gently on the lips, not surprised to feel her respond after a brief moment.

He had read everything about Fiona and how her father had abused her and shaped her into something other than herself. How desperately she wanted Cain, only for Cain to completely neglect her! He knew that all he needed to do was show her love, and she would take it in any form.

Starving dogs will eat anything!