Colorful_madness

#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 kidnaps her as payment, 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 only permits 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 goes according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold personality starts to take a peculiar interest in her.

Violet’s disguise becomes a prison as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath his icy gaze lies a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse.

A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch.
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"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!'

Mated to the Mad Lord

Frank heard Cain's order, and although he was a little surprised by the suddenness of it and the cruelty he was being asked to perform, he raised himself off the ground and bowed to show that he understood. His body moved instinctively, driven by years of training and loyalty, even as his mind reeled at the implications of what was about to happen.

<p>Turning to leave, he was startled by the sound of Cain's footsteps behind him. Frank had just turned back around when he saw Cain pass beside him, wearing the robe he usually wore in his quarters. The flowing fabric, dark and unadorned, swirled around Cain as he moved, exuding an air of quiet menace. Unlike before, when there had been a trace of weakness in Cain's gaze, there was now absolutely nothing to be found there—no fear, no hesitation, just cold determination. Then Cain spoke again, his voice sharper, harder.</p>

Killing is easy