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 doctors didn't take long to arrive—three men walked in confidently, only to freeze when Frank asked one of them to follow him to the Lord. They were all werewolves, and the smell of blood was already unnerving. But when they came across the bodies and the survivors they had to treat and nurse back to health, their confidence faltered.

Each of them cursed their love of money under their breath. One even turned around to check if there was still time to flee.

"I'm pretty good with emergency treatments!" the oldest of them finally spoke, though he muttered to himself in his mind. I refuse to die now! I still have so much to live for, he thought, pointing at the bodies on the ground.

"I also have more experience. I'll be able to save more people!" he hurriedly added, speaking calmly and with a soft bow of respect toward Frank. The younger two widened their eyes in shock, cursing themselves for not speaking up earlier when they should have.

Treatment