Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 32: A Fiery Show

Cain sat in the backseat, and Ravon drove like usual, recalling the fuss his uncle, Lord Eldric, had made when he had gone out without taking Ravon, his uncle’s favorite spy, with him.

Cain fixed his gaze on him for a while before looking away, turning his gaze to the side as he fixed it on the streets he passed and the people living their everyday lives.

One would think they would appreciate the things I do for them. Realizing that it didn’t matter and, most importantly, he wasn’t doing it for them, Cain reminded himself that being the one with the highest authority was something he inherently enjoyed. My birthright.

His mind flickered to memories of his parents, only for him to immediately put it aside since it was the last thing he needed to think about. It also helped that they had finally arrived at the Rose Club he had a shared partnership with. Getting out of the car and walking in, he wasn’t surprised to see Ravon immediately fall behind him with a protective stance that they both knew was fake.

The second his uncle commanded Ravon to attack, he would. Not that he could ever hurt me! Cain thought with a mostly bored expression on his face, adjusting the black coat he wore as he immediately headed upstairs the second he entered the club, making his way to the private rooms where he usually drank.

The other bodyguards who walked behind him knew better than to walk in with him. But Cain had just entered the large room when a waiter immediately moved to speak to him, bowing low to show respect.

"A-apologies, Lord Cain, but Lord Vazer got here about thirty minutes ago and insisted on using this room. He—"

The young waiter was still speaking when he froze as he felt Cain’s aura change. Cain angrily strode forward and deeper into the room to where the main bar was, only to see a tall man leaning against the bar with a drink in his hand.

His eyes were fiery red and a huge smirk was on his face as he looked at Cain. "What is this terrible, ill-gotten coincidence? Did you lose your way?" he asked in a low tone and with a sultry look on his face that made him look like he always had something sly up his sleeves.

"If you’d like, I can get one of my—"

But he was still speaking when Cain picked up the nearest bottle and tossed it right at him. "GET OUT!" he roared, the bottle smashing against the ground right beside the man he was speaking to, who looked nonchalant as he went ahead to shrug.

"Cain! You forget yourself. I’m also the owner of this club, remember!" His smile grew bigger as he went ahead to take a huge sip of his drink, even as Cain’s expression was cold enough to freeze hell over, his eyes blazing with a blood-thirsty aura that couldn’t be mistaken for something else.

"You’re a fucking Red! Get out!"

"There is a truce going on, isn’t there? This is a werewolf district, but you can’t ban me from being here!"

But he wasn’t done speaking when Cain immediately ordered Ravon to attack him.

"Get this bloody fool out of—"

"There’s no reason why we can’t share. I’ll stay at my corner, and you’ll stay at your corner!" the red-eyed man spoke up, his clothes just as pristine, albeit a tad more colorful with gold rims around his black coat as he spoke, going as far as to move farther away with his hands raised to the sky to show how serious he was.

A wine glass was still held in his right hand.

"Honestly! I’m not in the mood to fight!" the man continued, and Ravon immediately stepped forward to bow to Cain, whispering from behind him. "That would be best, my lord. The repair fees for this room will be enormous, and he has every right to defend himself!" Ravon spoke in a low tone, even as he struggled to keep his hands from shaking as he spoke.

For a few seconds, Cain said nothing as he continued to fix a cold look on the red-eyed man, who continued to back away until his back touched the wall and there was enough distance that, if they were humans, they wouldn’t have been able to hear each other unless they shouted.

"Whatever!" Cain sighed, turning his back to move to the other side and distance himself even more when the vampire suddenly spoke again.

"I will have to bring my guards in too if you keep him here!"

"...And why should I care?" The edge was back in his voice as he seethed with anger he was barely keeping a lid on. But again, Ravon seemed to be the most affected as he hurriedly stepped closer and bowed his head. "I don’t mind stepping out until you’re done drinking, my lord!" he hurriedly said, meaning every word, unable to look at Cain and most of all not daring to look at the Red who was in the room.

A couple more seconds of silence passed before Cain grunted under his breath, gesturing for Ravon to leave, who instantly bowed and turned around to do as he was ordered to. Cain walked further away to sit on a lush sofa with a full table filled with anything he could need and a button to summon any kind of entertainment he would need.

But the huge doors had just firmly closed when Cain watched the red-eyed man suddenly appear right in front of him with a wide smile on his face.

Cain shook his head as he glared at him, an expression that had no emotion whatsoever in it. "Wipe that shit off your face, Vazer!" he said, shaking his head, even as he watched the man do as he asked, tearing a mask off his face before settling on the sofa in front of him to reveal a face that was just as pale but also extremely well-defined. His hair was longer, and his eyes were slightly more slitted in a way that gave him an extremely mischievous look.

"We did well, didn’t we? Honestly, I don’t blame him for being a coward. The last time you sent him to fight me, I broke his spine," he said, his gaze on the door Ravon had walked through. "I’m sure the pain is something he won’t forget anytime soon," he continued speaking, even as his expression dissolved into a more blank and serious one.

"Getting your uncle’s hound off you is only going to get harder!"