Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 68: Lord Grainger

Not surprised to see the man look completely unconcerned as he went ahead to unleash a light chuckle in response to Cain’s words.

Going ahead to sit right beside him, even as the guard who stood behind him wiped off the sweat that had pooled on his forehead, ignoring the one that ran down his spine as he stood straighter.

He was Grainger’s most powerful guard, yet he couldn’t help but feel concerned for his Lord, wondering why, of all places, he had chosen to sit near the ’Mad Lord,’ especially after the information they had gotten that he might be after Grainger’s life, only to watch Lord Grainger respond to what Lord Cain had said.

"You’d be surprised! I’m still strong enough to wrestle down a dog, especially a stray one!" he responded, and Bella felt all the air in her lungs freeze.

The tension was palpable, and the only thing she was thankful for was that she sat on the other side of the room, which gave her enough time to dash off the second a fight broke out.

"I’ll defend you, my lady, but I expect you to run at the first sign of danger!" Drey, her guard, whispered from behind, and although she could hear the subtle fear in his tone, she couldn’t allow herself to pay any attention to it.

Her attention fixed on the two men in front of her who sat side by side, but somehow she feared the ground would be covered in blood before the rest of the lords arrived, only to see Grainger suddenly turn his attention to her with a light expression on his face as he began to speak.

"Lady Bella, how is Lord Bernard—your father—doing? The last thing I heard was that his condition is pretty critical!" he asked with the air of a gentleman, which would have made anyone lower their guard, anyone but Bella. Grainger was a lord, and every single lord with a seat had done enough simply to keep it.

"My father is recovering. I’ll relay your wishes to him," she responded, even as she focused her gaze on Cain, who, instead of exploding like she had expected him to, simply stared at her with a serious look on his face, almost like he was trying to see deeper into her soul, into what was underneath.

Cain no longer had any intention of continuing the conversation he wanted to with Lady Bella. Instead, he focused his attention on Grainger, leaning his body to his left side as he turned his head to the right where Grainger was seated, no longer paying him any attention.

At first, he simply stared, taking in the image of the coward his parents had called a friend, allowing the silence in the hall to settle comfortably between and around them before he opened his mouth to speak, his voice colder as he enunciated each of his words.

"I could kill you right now... right here before the others arrive. Lady Bella wouldn’t be able to help, and your guard would be just as useless!" he openly threatened, feeling the urge to do so follow the longer he stared at the old man.

After his parents died, and Eldric took him in, Grainger had distanced himself away from him almost like he was a plague, yet the second Eldric talks about assassinating him, he opens his mouth to have a conversation with him.

"The more I look at you, the less of a reason I can find to keep you alive!"

The guard behind Grainger trembled, but at that point, he couldn’t help but interfere, especially when another lord was openly threatening his lord.

"Lord Cain! This place is the council’s meeting place. Fighting here will have consequences!" he reminded with his fists clenched tightly, knowing that otherwise, he would shake even more than he already did.

"It would be best if you—"

"Shut up, Lance!" Grainger barked at him, cutting him off before he could continue speaking, in a way that made his eyes widen in shock, even as he immediately lowered his head and took a step back.

"He might not kill me, but I have no doubt that my godson is crazy enough to kill—"

But he was still speaking when Cain leaped up from the chair he had been comfortably sitting in and leaped at Grainger, who had no time to react.

His hands grasping him around the neck and tightening as he forcefully slammed his head into the hard mahogany table with seven high chairs around it.

Hard enough to draw blood, even though Grainger barely made a sound, giving up the struggle after a few seconds of realizing the uselessness of it.

Grainger’s guard drew his gun, pointing it at Cain, while Bella was already out of her chair, darting back as her guard stood in front of her, pointing his own gun, aiming it at Cain’s head, even though he knew it was futile.

Bullets were slow, something to be easily avoided by a werewolf fast enough to avoid them, something Cain was rumored to be, considering how the only thing that had been able to injure the Bavelli family was poison.

"Lord Cain! I would advise that you take your hand off—" but he was still speaking when Cain moved, swatting him to the ground with ease before slamming Grainger’s face back into the table hard enough to leave a huge dent as Grainger groaned.

Bella’s eyes trembled as she stared at the main door of the hall, which was closer to where Cain was than where she currently stood.

"If you’re going to kill me, then you should do it now! Things would only get messy once the others arrive!" Grainger said, even with his face plastered to the table, even as he sensed that the others were already on their way.

"Just because I’m letting you leave doesn’t mean you don’t get to fear me!" Cain whispered to him, dropping his voice even lower as he continued, regardless of the fact that the other werewolf in the room could easily hear it.

"I might not take your life, but I’m not above taking the lives of the ones you care about!" Cain said, satisfied to watch Grainger forcefully snap his head back up, resisting him unlike before, only for Cain to slam his head back into the table a third time with an easy grin on his face.