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

"Lord Vazer, you took out my men… and so late at night… isn't this enough?" Javi asked, his cold gaze fixed on Vazer, almost as if daring him to deny the obvious.

"Me? Why would I?" Vazer responded with a shrug, his gaze calm, a faint smile lingering at the edge of his lips as he spoke.

"Laurel was the one who called me here! Who knew that he would collude with you to try and set me up?" Vazer continued, ready to throw any other guard who betrayed him under the bus the second they were mentioned.

But Vazer had just spoken when Javi's gaze widened in shock, even as he nodded his head in slight approval before continuing to speak.

"...So that's how you're going to play this?" Javi asked, but Vazer still wore a stunned expression, aware that Javi could have set up other pitfalls for him—something he wasn't ready to fall into. He continued to speak, his tone steady.

RAGE