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

The first three days were excruciating to get through for Violet, and it only got worse. The only reprieve she got was that, for some reason, the guards hadn't been allowed to unlock the cell. Their insults grew nastier each day as they flashed their bodies at her every time they delivered food a dog wouldn't dare to eat.

Most days, Violet cried until there were no more tears left to shed, sitting on the filthy ground, unable to do anything about her circumstances. She couldn't even bring herself to hope that Cain would somehow find her, considering she had been the one to leave of her own volition.

On the fourth day, too weak to stand, Violet leaned against the wall, not knowing what time of day it was and mostly not caring. She kept her blank gaze fixed on the opposite wall until she heard footsteps—slow and deliberate—growing louder until they stopped in front of her cell.

Worth a lot