Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 195: Blood is Red

Cain had left, but the remaining six lords stayed, standing there in cloaks. The dust in the room had not completely settled, especially at the point where Magnus had been launched out with a simple kick.

The amount of power needed to do such a thing to a fully grown werewolf lord beast was inconceivable, especially since they all knew it wasn’t something they were capable of doing.

Magnus’ light and feathery moans filled the air, but no one except his assistant and guards moved to help him. They were all aware that as long as he was alive, he would slowly begin to heal, even if the shame of his defeat was something he would never be able to recover from.

"...How?!" Lady Harriet gasped, being the first to speak with a slight wonder in her tone. She turned to look at Eldric, sending a nod in his direction, beyond grateful that he had stopped her before she ended up in a much worse position like Magnus did.

Unable to conceive how Cain could have grown so much more powerful, she was envious about how and what could have changed.

Does my beast also need to go mad? she wondered to herself—words she didn’t dare say out loud as the others also began to speak as they recovered from what they had seen.

"I—I have never seen such a werewolf beast before!" Bella spoke with a subtle reverent tone in her voice, but Grainger, just like Eldric, was fuming.

"His eyes were red! I don’t know what sorcery he used, but that is not natural!" he screamed with conviction, even if underneath it all was anger and jealousy, which he would never admit to.

Who wouldn’t want the power and strength Cain displayed, especially considering their much older ages and their slowly dwindling strength?

"Who knows which witch he collided with?!" Grainger screamed louder. Yes, he had been friends with Cain’s parents, and with what happened to them, the logical side of him knew that Cain would never do such a thing. But still, his emotional side won twenty times over.

"It is very strange," William added with a light glint in his eyes. He did nothing else, wrapping his cloak around him more as he turned to leave, coughing lightly as he did.

"Forgive me, but I am too weak to remain..." he said as he left, not surprised when no one moved to stop him. The others all turned to each other, their gazes focused on Eldric, who seemed the most affected, which was even more surprising since he was barely speaking.

His eyes were red, his chest heaving heavily as he recalled the shame he had to endure as he bowed his head. But instead of speaking, Eldric simply strutted out without saying another word to the remaining lords.

Lady Bella instantly followed, knowing better than to remain when Magnus had been taken away. Only Lady Harriet and Lord Grainger remained, unconcerned with whatever else they had to say. All she knew was that she had to report whatever had happened to her father.

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Vazer had just gotten home to his mansion and stepped out of his car when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a full-grown body launch itself at him.

Any other person would have immediately ducked away for fear of danger, but he immediately smiled in response, a teasing expression on his face as he darted to the side before knocking the person on the head.

A young woman instantly turned around to glare at him with a pout on her face, rubbing her long, dark, silky hair as she fixed her red eyes on Vazer, groaning in annoyance.

"Brother! That hurts!"

"Dinari... you could have done better! Coming at me from the side? Even you should know—" But he was still speaking when he felt something behind him. Instantly, he dived to the ground, avoiding it just in time as an identical version of the girl he had been talking to dived straight for his back—only to miss as he easily ducked, too fast for her to catch up.

"Brother!" she screamed. "Not fair!"

Vazer chuckled in response, shaking his head as he came closer to knock the second girl on the head. She glared at him even more fiercely than Dinari had done.

"Tinari! You are still too slow, but at least your plans weren’t as bad as the last time!" he told her while complimenting them both with a proud smile. He moved closer, rubbing both their heads, and they immediately leaned against each of his arms, not giving him any space.

"Do we get a gift?"

"A reward!" Tinari and Dinari asked one after the other—Dinari much softer than Tinari, who had a more willful face. Even then, it was clear that Vazer doted on both of them equally as he walked with them into the mansion where they all lived with his parents.

"I spoil you too much. Almost a century, and the two of you still act like children."

"You’re the one who acts like an old grandpa!" Tinari complained, with Dinari chuckling in response. Vazer moved to knock her head, only for her to evade him with a huge smirk on her face as she boldly asked:

"Come on, brother... Fresh blood? Human blood-soaked eyes? Bone marrows entrenched in blood? If it’s ice cream, I’d rather cover your car in it. We can’t taste human food, so there’s no reason why you should keep bringing it!" Dinari sighed, even as Tinari nodded her head.

"I agree! WE WANT BLOOD! The more variety, the better!"

But Vazer had just released a long, disappointed sigh, dramatically shaking his head as he watched their excitement dissolve. Then he finally responded, "Well, then, both of you are in luck! I got two new blood slaves for you to try!"

He wasn’t surprised to see a tinge of color on their pale faces since blood slaves were not easy to get—especially humans they could lawfully play with, torture, and kill.

Tinari and Dinari were just about to ask for details as they walked into the mansion, following Vazer straight to his room, when they heard footsteps from behind. His twin sisters immediately groaned the second they saw who it was as he moved closer to kneel a few feet away from their brother.

"Larrel!"

"Come on, Larrel! A few minutes was all we needed!" they complained one after the other, but Larrel, with his red eyes and skinny, pale face, was already speaking, stretching out a letter towards Vazer. The sisters instantly relaxed, hoping that as long as it wasn’t important, they could have their brother back.

Vazer chuckled as he nodded at Larrel and took the letter, opening it with a smile on his lips. But as he read it, his expression froze—just before a smile bloomed on his face as he understood its contents.

I guess he finally decided to show his cards, he mumbled to himself, his grin widening even more as he stacked the letter in his pocket and turned towards his sisters.

"You can have one blood slave now and another later!" he announced in an excited tone, prepared to show them what he had prepared for them—knowing that when they were done, they had enough knowledge about how to dispose of the bodies.