Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 186: A little Sun

Not too surprised to step back out and see Cain already sitting on the bed, he gestured for her to come over, which she didn’t hesitate to do. Scrambling onto the bed with her right leg pointing in his direction, she waited for him to break off the chains, only to see him drag out a key from inside the pocket of his pants, to her immense surprise.

"I keep it with me!" he told her as he unlocked it. Violet reached forward to massage her ankle, only to feel Cain’s hands touch her first. His grip wasn’t too hard, just right enough for her to relax. But when she felt Cain move closer to kiss her, Violet instantly jerked her face away with a surprised expression.

Looking more closely at Cain, she realized that he had a slightly glazed expression in his eyes as he focused on her—one that she was already familiar with.

"I-I’m not sleeping with you...wi-without protection," she said, already thinking of all the other excuses she would give when the time came. She was still aware enough to know that getting closer to Cain wouldn’t benefit her in any way.

"The only thing I’m banking on is the fact that werewolves are only fertile with other werewolves!" she told him, recalling the first time they slept together, only to hear a response that shot a bolt of anxiety through her chest.

"But you’re my mate! It doesn’t count!"

Violet, who had just turned her back toward him, instantly flew up the bed to see Cain lying on the bed facing her with a small smile at the edge of his lips.

"Wha-what?" she stuttered in complete and utter shock, unable to process the thought that she could possibly be pregnant. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"You’re my mate! With you, I’ll be more fertile!" he said, watching the horror spread across her face as he scooted closer to her, even as Violet was too stunned to move. "Which means there’s no difference if we do it a couple more times?"

But Violet was already vigorously shaking her head. "Bu-but I can’t! Can you even imagine what would happen if it was a girl and she had my eyes?" Violet told him, her voice louder than before, even as Cain’s expression also grew more serious as he realized that Violet was on the edge of a full panic.

Worst part...do you actually think you’ll be a good father? she wanted to say, though she knew better than to let those words leave her mouth. She was already thinking of ways she could completely avoid it.

It’s only been two days...there should be— when she heard Cain speak words that made her slowly relax as she took in a deep breath of relief.

"There’s nothing to worry about. With the sickness of my wolf beast and the absence of my ruts, there’s no way you’ll get pregnant!" he told her, staring into her purple eyes, unable to help but think about a little one that belonged to him with the same set of eyes.

Cain had always had a subtle hatred for all witches, considering the fact that they mostly used werewolves as the main ingredients for most of their potions. But it was until that moment that he felt like he wouldn’t mind allowing some of them to live, as long as they abided by the rules he set.

I guess I have so much more to do! he thought to himself, lying back in bed as he stared up at the ceiling while Violet stared right at him. She was relieved by both his words and the fact that he no longer seemed to want to continue his usual train of thought.

Do all werewolves think of sex all the time, or are you just the exception? she thought to herself as she turned back around to face the wall. An image of a young child with Cain’s features and eyes flashed in her mind, and she couldn’t help but grind her teeth together as she willed the image away.

What kind of worthless mother would I be? she couldn’t help but mentally talk down to herself, considering the fact that all she knew how to do was read and write—maybe mend a few clothes. If ever Cain no longer wanted her or whatever child she gave birth to, her life would be officially over.

It’s only good as a dream... she thought to herself as she swore to never think about such a thing again. ...Nothing more! Slowly, she drifted off to sleep, plagued by nightmares of attending the so-called Werewolf Council meeting and her identity being discovered.

Cain, on the other hand, stayed awake much longer, plotting for the next day. He considered that he needed all the tricks he could think of, especially since Fiona was yet to be found and Eldric was bound to be more hostile toward him.

Should I just attack him and kill him before the meeting? he wondered, only to stamp down the thought, knowing that his goal was still to find the witch Eldric was colluding with—whom he had been unable to find, no matter how hard he tried.

Still...I’ll have to kick up a fuss! he thought, even as he communicated with his beast, which had grown much stronger than he himself expected it to. I guess I might as well reveal one of my cards! he mumbled to himself as he slowly shut his eyes, rolling to the side to drag the body right beside him closer and into his arms, where she was supposed to be.

Fiona had been shocked to see weeks go by and still be treated so well when she had expected to be treated like a slave. It was even more surprising to see William pay so much attention to her—attention she savored like fine wine.

He’s also not bad in bed! she thought to herself as she looked down at him from her window, where in the far distance, he rode horses with his black hair flying in the wind. Fiona hurriedly changed into her riding clothes, intent on joining him.

Yes, she had been furious to find out his plan to make babies with her, only to put the thought behind her as she realized that even if she got pregnant, she wouldn’t be able to keep it once her father found her.

Yet somehow, her hands couldn’t stop caressing her stomach with a worried expression on her face—one she hurriedly wiped off as she stepped out with her shoulders squared and her head up. She knew better than to show any weaknesses.

Just because she wasn’t in chains didn’t mean that she wasn’t a prisoner. Regardless, William was still someone she had to please.

It wasn’t long before she got to the riding course, where she watched William immediately dash in her direction with a smile on his face as he looked at her eyes that seemed to hide no malevolence—but which she knew better than to trust.

"Fiona! The sun! You should have brought a hat!" he told her as he reined in the black steed and allowed it to walk slowly toward her.

Fiona demurely smiled in response as she raised her head and her hand to her eyes to block out the glare, fixing her eyes on him with a smile plastered to her face.

"A little sun is good for the skin!" she responded, watching him jump off the horse as he dashed toward her and wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling his nose right into the crook of her neck where he had forcefully marked her, planting a kiss over it.