Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 81: It Begins.

By the time they exited the building, Violet’s arm throbbed painfully from hours of repetitive practice. Her lips were red and sore, a stinging reminder of Cain’s incessant teasing. She trailed behind him, keeping her gaze fixed on the ground, her embarrassment so palpable she wished the earth could open and swallow her whole. Her mind churned with frustration and unease, every nerve in her body tense. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Her discomfort grew unbearable as they ascended the grand staircase of the mansion. She knew she couldn’t wait until they reached his room to speak. Her voice broke the silence, hesitant but urgent.

"Lord Cain! My sister is sick. I was wondering if it would be possible for me to leave the mansion and see her?"

Her hands clenched tightly in front of her, nails digging into her palms as anxiety clawed at her. She braced herself for his answer, but Cain remained silent, his steps steady and unhurried.

He didn’t even glance back. It wasn’t until they reached his room that he finally spoke, his voice calm yet sharp enough to cut through her fragile resolve.

"Is she dying?"

The question hit her like a blow, and she froze under his intense gaze.

Violet’s heart sank as she realized she had made a grave mistake.

Violet’s stomach twisted as the realization hit her—she had made a mistake.

"...because unless she is, I can’t think of any reason why you would ask such a thing, especially since you were home just a couple of days ago."

His words felt like a slap, the weight of his suspicion clear. Violet forced a strained smile onto her face, though inside, irritation bubbled dangerously close to the surface.

"I was wrong!" she blurted quickly, desperate to backtrack.

Her nails bit into her palms as she fought to suppress the growing resentment.

We kiss like lovers, but you treat me like a servant! she thought to herself, knowing fully well that she was deluding herself. Cain wasn’t the kind of person to fall in love.

He just wants to fuck me, and the worst part was, if not for my identity, I would have allowed it! she coldly admitted to herself, knowing that trying to deny it was the same as lying to herself.

"...then, Lord Cain, I’d like to attend some evening lectures!" Violet began to speak again. The letter had given her instructions, and the last thing she wanted to find out was what Rexter would do if she refused to do as she was told.

"I think I would be—"

"No!" Cain responded, cutting her off before she could finish as he leaned against his study table and slowly began to roll up his sleeves.

"Something’s happening for the next couple of days. You need to stay close to me!" Cain told her. For weeks, he had no problems turning into his beast, and the pain and the madness he felt when he transformed had significantly reduced.

Cain had no intention of allowing his golden goose to die in the midst of an attack.

It’s fine if my uncle thinks he can still control me, but I’ll be damned if I allow it to actually happen again! The intensity of his gaze increased as he stared at Violet.

"...but Lord Cain, I’ll return before—"

"No!" he responded in a calm tone of finality, a hint of a smile on his lips as he walked toward her, stretching out his fingers to touch the tips of her hair.

"I expect you to be no more than five feet away from me unless you’d prefer for me to insist we bathe together—"

"I understand!" Violet vigorously nodded her head, aware of the lengths Cain could go once he hinted at it. His mind was so fickle that she wouldn’t be surprised if he insisted on it.

"Can I at least rest in my room for a while?" Violet asked, surprised to feel him immediately stretch out his hands to touch her forehead with a genuinely concerned look on his face.

"You don’t look sick," he commented, and Violet nodded her head.

"I—I just need a bit of time to myself!" she frankly told him, expecting him to refuse, only to see him nod his head with a fond smile on his face as his fingers grazed her cheeks with a fond expression in his eyes.

"I’ll have a servant bring some desserts!" he whispered, leaning in to kiss her with the excited eyes of someone having immense fun.

Violet, knowing better than to evade his kiss, worried at how easily and familiar his lips felt against hers.

Her cheeks were burning red when she immediately turned around and headed straight to her room, locking the door behind her before falling to the ground.

Shit! Violet wanted to scream as loud as she could, but she couldn’t even make a sound—not one that Cain would have any issues picking up. If he could pick up the beating of her heart, he might as well be able to hear her breathing through the door.

The urge to cry came in full force as Violet lay on her bed, hugging the pillow as tightly as she could. There was no way she could leave to open the door as ordered, which meant that her family would be the ones to pay for it.

Tears slid down her face the more she thought about whose finger had been in the envelope and how many more she would see. Violet fell asleep, and by the time she woke up, she was shocked to find herself lying on a bigger bed with Cain setting the dining table like he preferred to after the servants had left.

Her surprise at her new environment was palpable as she looked around, wondering how she had gotten to Cain’s bed, considering she had locked the door behind her.

"I broke the lock!" Cain responded with a shrug, almost as if he could read her mind, gesturing for her to come forward toward the table where they would eat.

Violet’s eyes widened from the shock, glancing at her room to see that the door had indeed been broken at the hinges. Again, she was surprised at how she hadn’t woken up, regardless of the noise it would have made.

"Eat!" Cain said to her as he pulled her to her seat, a soft smile on his face which she hadn’t seen before. Worse, the subtle sincerity she could see in it terrified her.

This is nothing to him! Stop trying to picture things that aren’t there! He just wants your body! she reminded herself as she slowly ate her food, neither of them barely talking as they ate. But they had just finished when Cain spoke up.

"We’ll watch a movie next!" he said, dragging her straight to the bed and pressing the button that revealed the TV.

"I read that it’s what lovers do before bed!" Cain whispered in her ear, pulling her right into his arms, his voice soft and his touch even softer as he began to clumsily scroll using the remote in a way that showed that he probably had never bothered with it before.

He wasn’t doing anything yet, but Violet felt her heart pound vigorously in her chest, even louder than when they actually did sexual things, as she kept her gaze fixed on the screen, not daring to look him in the eyes, concerned about what she’d see there.

Cain had just finally chosen one, resting back and wrapping his arms around her, his cheek gliding against her neck. His entire body suddenly stiffened a second before the main door was busted through by Frank, the head of the guards, who instantly dropped to his knees the second he entered.

"MY LORD—" he loudly began with a concerned expression on his face, only for Cain to interrupt, a largely cold and dangerous expression on his face as he got off the bed, his golden-brown eyes a shade lighter than before.

"I KNOW! WE’RE UNDER ATTACK!"