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 comes to carve a payment from her body, 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 permits only 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 is going according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold and unwavering authority, starts to take a peculiar interest in her.

Violet’s disguise becomes a prison of its own as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath cold allure lies a darkness Violet can’t ignore, 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

The first thing they needed to do was make a controlled fire right before Howie found a blade and heated it long enough to be able to do what he needed it to do. He would have liked to wait longer, but between Reddrick's wagging tone as he pointed out that the woman was dying and the actually dying woman on the floor, he had no choice but to hurry it up.

Satisfied to see Reddrick pick her up again, his hold on her much firmer, Howie went ahead to cauterize the wound, shocked to barely hear a loud groan before her entire body instantly went limp.

'She's too weak!' he thought, but it wasn't his problem even as he finished what he needed to do and spoke to Reddrick. "It's still bleeding, but at least she won't bleed to death right now!" Howie said as he immediately began to pick up the instruments he had used and everything he had touched, placing them back in the box after wiping each of them with a piece of cloth he found in the stable, which he intended to burn.

Stab in the back.