Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 79: Fucked!

It was a little after midnight, and Ravon regretted not sending a message instead of traveling to meet Lord Eldric in person. The wait had been long and grating, and by the time Eldric finally appeared, Ravon’s patience was already wearing thin. But his unease only grew when Eldric entered the room accompanied by Fiona, his daughter.

Eldric carried himself with his usual air of superiority, his expression impassive as he strode to the seat across from Ravon. Fiona followed closely behind him, her graceful movements drawing Ravon’s unwilling attention. She settled beside her father, offering Ravon a soft smile that sent his thoughts spiraling.

The last time he had seen her, Fiona had been stunning. Now, she was utterly captivating. Her beauty was a magnet, and Ravon found himself momentarily lost in her gaze, his breath catching in his throat. He quickly averted his eyes, but not before Eldric noticed.

"Ravon," Eldric snapped, his sharp tone breaking the spell. "Spit out whatever you came here to say and leave."

The impatience in his voice made Ravon lower his head, stammering as he tried to recover his composure. "My Lord, I came to share—"

"For fuck’s sake, get on with it!" Eldric interrupted, his irritation clear as he shifted in his seat. The only reason he was entertaining Ravon at this hour was the possibility of valuable news. Anything less, and he wouldn’t hesitate to throw him out.

Ravon swallowed hard, sensing that any further delay would earn him Eldric’s wrath. "Cain has a new lover," he blurted out, his words cutting through the tense silence like a blade.

The room erupted in chaos. The screech that tore through the air startled Ravon so much that he almost fell out of his chair. To his shock, the sound had come from Fiona. Gone was her demure smile and composed demeanor; her face twisted in fury as her eyes blazed with raw anger.

"Who?!" she screamed, leaning forward with clenched fists. "Who is this bitch? I’ll make sure—"

"Fiona!" Eldric’s voice cracked like a whip, silencing her immediately. She recoiled, bowing her head as if physically chastised by his reprimand. "Apologies, Father," she murmured in the meekest tone she could muster, though her shoulders remained stiff with barely contained rage.

Eldric sighed, rubbing his temples as he regarded his daughter with thinly veiled disappointment. "He’s a man. It’s to be expected," he said, his tone dripping with disapproval. His scrutinizing gaze bore into Fiona, compelling her to respond as he wished.

"I—I’m just worried, Father," she stammered, her voice low and tremulous. "If he gets someone pregnant and produces an heir, it could jeopardize everything."

Before Eldric could reply, Ravon hurriedly interjected, eager to ease her agitation. "That’s impossible," he said.

Eldric’s head snapped toward him, his piercing gaze narrowing. "And why is it impossible?" he demanded, each word a threat.

"The lover..." Ravon hesitated, feeling the weight of Eldric’s presence pressing down on him. "...is a man."

The silence that followed was deafening. Both Eldric and Fiona stared at him, their eyes wide with disbelief.

"Cain is gay?" Fiona asked, her voice laced with desperation. "He can’t be! He’s taken so many women in the past!" Her knowledge of Cain’s exploits was extensive—she had ensured that no detail escaped her.

Ravon shook his head. "I don’t believe it’s anything more than a passing interest. His lover is his personal servant."

Eldric leaned back in his chair, his expression darkening as he processed the information. Then, with a sharp motion, he rose to his feet and crossed the room, closing the distance between them. Ravon stiffened as Eldric loomed over him, the weight of his aura crushing.

"And how long has this been going on?" Eldric demanded, his tone dangerously low.

"T-Tonight, my Lord," Ravon stuttered. "Tonight was the first time I smelled Cain’s scent on him."

Eldric’s presence was suffocating, his anger palpable as he stared down at Ravon, who dared not meet his gaze. Finally, Eldric stepped back, the tension in the room easing just slightly.

"Watch him," Eldric ordered, his voice as cold as steel. "I want to know everything about this servant. Every move he makes."

With that, he turned and gestured for Fiona to follow. She rose immediately, her head bowed as she trailed after him. But as she passed by Ravon, she discreetly dropped a small slip of paper onto his lap. Ravon glanced down, his heart skipping a beat when he saw her number scrawled on it.

Fiona didn’t look back, but the smirk tugging at her lips said everything. She had seen the way he looked at her and knew exactly how to exploit it. If she was going to become Cain’s wife, she needed Ravon’s loyalty to surpass his fear of her father. And she had every intention of securing it.

’Men think with their lower halves, don’t they?’ she thought smugly, casting one last glance at Ravon as he fumbled to pocket the note like a precious treasure.

As she left the room, one thought burned in her mind: A lover. A fucking male lover? He needs to die.

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Violet couldn’t remember the last time she’d had such a restless night. Sleep eluded her, and Cain’s presence beside her only made things worse. He shifted often, his body brushing against hers each time, the contact sending unwelcome shivers down her spine.

When she finally managed to drift off, it felt like mere minutes before she awoke again. Her heart sank as she realized she had fallen asleep in Cain’s arms. She bolted upright, quickly disentangling herself from him, her pulse racing as she hurried to her own room.

After a quick bath, she dressed and stepped out into the hallway, relieved to see Cain was already up and his room being cleaned by Ravon’s crew. They moved together to a room on the third floor, a private space that belonged solely to Cain.

Violet ate breakfast in silence, her thoughts preoccupied. She had made up her mind to ask Cain for a two-day leave, but the words stuck in her throat. The opportunity came and went as Cain suddenly spoke.

"We’ll go to the firing range today," he said, his tone matter-of-fact. "It’s time you learned how to use a gun."

Violet froze, her eyes widening in shock. "I’m going to learn to shoot? You’re going to teach me?" she stammered. "I-I thought that was something Ravon’s lectures—"

"Why bother with Ravon when I’m the best teacher there is?" Cain interrupted, a hint of smugness in his tone as he stood and gestured for her to follow.

Abandoning her half-eaten breakfast, Violet trailed after him. She didn’t dare ask questions, knowing her role as his servant demanded silence. Yet, as she followed him through the mansion, her thoughts drifted to memories she desperately tried to suppress.

Her distraction proved costly. Someone bumped into her shoulder, and she felt a slip of paper pressed into her palm. She turned, but whoever had done it was already gone. Unfolding the note, her stomach dropped as she read the hastily scrawled words:

"Tonight!!! Make sure the side doors are left open!!!"

Her blood ran cold. Panic clawed at her chest as she quickly tore the note into pieces, scattering them to the wind. She hurried to catch up to Cain, her mind racing.

’I’m fucked,’ she thought, dread pooling in her stomach. ’I’m completely fucked.’

There was absolutely no way she was getting away from Cain and opening those side doors at night! It was impossible.