Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 286: Enough!

The moment Cain caught Violet’s fading scent—tainted with fear, with something wrong—his restraint shattered.

His vision tunneled. His muscles coiled like over-tightened steel cables. The six vampire lords before him blurred into insignificance. There was only one thought, one driving need:

Find her.

Dravile barely had time to sneer before Cain moved.

One second, the vampire lord was standing, arrogance dripping from his smirk. The next, Cain’s claws ripped through his chest, shredding flesh and muscle like wet parchment. Blood sprayed in a wide arc, painting the broken stone beneath them.

Dravile gasped, his crimson eyes widening in shock as he staggered back. "You—!"

Cain didn’t let him speak. He slammed his fist into Dravile’s ribs, feeling bones crack under the force. The vampire lord hurtled backward, crashing through the mansion’s outer wall in an explosion of shattered stone. Dust billowed around his crumpled form, his chest a mangled ruin.

Hayna struck next, her twin daggers flashing toward Cain’s throat. He caught her wrist mid-swing, his grip crushing bone. She cried out—but the sound was cut short as he yanked her forward and drove his other fist straight through her stomach.

Her breath left her in a wet gasp. Blood gushed over his arm, hot and thick.

"Pathetic," Cain snarled, tossing her aside like a broken doll.

Rasha and Javi attacked together, fangs bared, claws slashing. Cain barely flinched as their strikes landed—deep cuts across his ribs, brutal blows to his back. Pain flared, but it meant nothing.

Violet was gone.

With a roar, he grabbed Rasha by the throat and slammed her into the ground. The stone cracked beneath her skull. Her vision swam as Cain’s claws dug into her neck, drawing thick rivulets of blood.

"Where is she?" His voice was guttural, barely human.

Rasha choked, her fingers scrambling at his grip. "Wha-what are--"

Cain squeezed.

Her windpipe collapsed under his fingers.

Javi’s fist collided with Cain’s jaw, snapping his head to the side—but the Mad Beast barely staggered. He turned slowly, golden eyes burning with murderous intent.

"You’re next."

Javi barely had time to blink before Cain’s claws tore through his chest. Ribs splintered. Flesh parted. The vampire lord staggered back, his hand flying to the gaping wound. Blood poured between his fingers.

"Impossible..." he gasped.

Cain didn’t answer. He pounced.

Mooza and Hayna, still reeling from their injuries, barely managed to stand before Cain was on them again. His movements were savage, unrestrained—every strike meant to maim, to cripple.

Hayna twisted away from a decapitating swipe, but Cain’s follow-up kick caved in her ribs. She hit the ground, coughing blood, her daggers skittering uselessly across the stone.

Mooza hesitated.

For the first time in centuries, fear flickered in her eyes.

Cain didn’t give her time to think. He charged.

Mooza barely raised her arms in time before Cain’s claws ripped through her defenses. She screamed as her forearms were shredded, blood spraying in thick arcs. Cain didn’t stop—he grabbed her by the hair and smashed her face-first into the ground.

Dravile staggered to his feet, clutching the jagged wound on his chest where Cain’s claws had torn through. Blood dripped from his fingers, his face pale yet defiant. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"Pathetic," he spat, wiping blood from his mouth. "This is what the Mad Beast has become? A dog chasing shadows?"

Cain’s gaze snapped to him, the fury in his eyes so raw it burned. The beast inside him roared, a deafening sound that trembled the ground. Without a second thought, Cain lunged—an unstoppable mass of rage and power.

Dravile barely had time to raise his arms before Cain’s fist crashed into his face, shattering bone. The impact hurled him across the cobblestones, his body skidding through blood and debris. The other lords hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing their faces, but Javi’s snarl shattered the moment.

"Kill him!" Javi barked, his voice a vicious, seething command. "He’s lost it!"

Mooza and Hayna were the first to move, their bodies blurring as they charged. Mooza’s claws swiped at Cain’s back, raking through flesh, while Hayna’s daggers lashed out for his throat. Cain twisted with a feral snarl, his massive clawed hand catching Hayna’s arm mid-strike.

Her eyes widened—just for a moment—before Cain flung her into a nearby wall, the stone cracking under the force. Mooza’s claws tore deeper into his back, but the pain was muted, a whisper drowned beneath the howl of his rage.

"Get back, you fool!" Rasha shouted, her eyes darting between her fallen allies and the blood-maddened beast before them. "He’s not thinking...he’s stronger!!!"

"Good!" Javi sneered, baring his fangs. "Maybe I’ll tear his head off before he kills us all!"

Javi lunged, his speed a blur, his fist colliding with Cain’s jaw with enough force to send a shockwave through the air. Cain’s head snapped to the side, blood spilling from his mouth, but he barely flinched. The pain only sharpened his wrath.

In a heartbeat, Cain’s hand shot out, claws burying deep into Javi’s shoulder. With a savage twist, he ripped downward, shredding through muscle and sinew. Javi roared in agony, his crimson eyes wide with fury and pain.

"You always wanted this, didn’t you?" Cain growled, his voice twisted and feral. "To prove you’re stronger? Show me!"

Javi’s face contorted with rage. "I’ll rip your throat out!"

His fist slammed into Cain’s ribs, then another to his jaw. Each hit rang out like a hammer on steel, but Cain absorbed it all, his eyes wild and unfocused.

Dravile, recovering from the brutal blow, charged again, his claws gleaming with an unholy light. He aimed for Cain’s exposed back, but Cain twisted, catching Dravile by the throat. His claws squeezed, cutting off Dravile’s breath, the golden fire in Cain’s eyes scorching and untamed.

"Where is she?" Cain’s voice was a guttural growl. "Where did he take her?"

Dravile’s eyes bulged, his fingers clawing at Cain’s wrist. Hayna lunged forward to help, but Cain released Dravile with a vicious shove, sending him crashing to the ground, gasping for air.

Hayna’s blades whistled through the air, slicing across Cain’s side. Blood sprayed from the gashes, but Cain barely registered it. He spun, his claws raking through Hayna’s chest, tearing through fabric and flesh. She fell back, a strangled scream ripping from her throat.

"This is madness!" Rasha shouted, her voice shrill and desperate. "We can’t keep this up!"

Their wounds were healing fast but they were also losing blood which meant that their rate of regeneration would also get worse until they drank more blood.

Mooza’s eyes narrowed, his gaze darting to Javi. "This is your fault, Javi! You pushed him—now look!"

"Shut up!" Javi spat, clutching his bleeding shoulder. "I’ll end this!"

Javi’s form blurred as he rushed Cain once more, but this time, Cain was ready. His claws met Javi’s throat mid-charge, halting him instantly. For a breathless moment, they stared at each other—Javi’s eyes wide, Cain’s unrelenting.

Javi’s eyes locked onto Cain’s, hatred burning behind the crimson glow. "This isn’t over," he hissed. "You’ll pay for this.

"Enough!"

Rasha’s voice was ragged, her throat still knitting itself back together as she staggered to her feet. "We’re leaving."

Rasha’s lips curled, though her usual arrogance was gone. "You don’t have a choice! Unless you’ll like your lover to be dead by the time you find her!" her words freezing Cain in place as he heard her speak.

Cain turned, his breath coming in ragged, furious heaves. His golden eyes burned with unfiltered rage.

"You think you can just walk away?"

The air reeked of blood and ash. Bodies—some mangled beyond recognition—were strewn across the mansion’s courtyard.

Cain stood in the center of the carnage, his golden eyes glowing like twin infernos. His breaths were ragged, the beast within him clawing to tear free.

They had taken her. Vazer had taken her. And these wretched lords—these arrogant, smirking lords—had let it happen.

Dravile, slumped against the rubble, coughed blood. His chest was a ruin, his regeneration struggling to close the gaping wound. "This isn’t over, beast."

Cain took a step toward him.

"It is for you."

Dravile’s eyes widened—but before Cain could finish him, Hayna threw herself between them.

"Go!" she snarled at the others, her voice raw. "Now!"

Rasha didn’t hesitate. She grabbed Dravile and vanished into the shadows, Javi and Mooza following in a blur of motion.

Hayna stayed just long enough to meet Cain’s gaze—before she, too, disappeared.

Silence fell over the battlefield.

The scent of blood hung thick in the air. Bodies—lesser vampires, guards—littered the ground. Cain’s claws slowly retracted, his monstrous form shrinking as his rage simmered beneath the surface.

Violet.

He turned, his human features returning as he strode toward the mansion’s ruins.

Henry moved swiftly, draping a coat over his shoulders.

"Vazer’s district," Cain growled, his voice strained but unwavering. "I’m going to tear it apart."

Henry nodded, his expression grim. He didn’t question, didn’t hesitate—just fell in step beside Cain as they walked away from the wreckage.

His body ached, his wounds already knitting themselves back together—but none of that mattered.

"We going after her?" the bodyguard asked, voice grim.

Cain didn’t answer.

He didn’t need to.

As he pulled on his jacket, his red and gold eyes burned with a single promise:

Vazer would pay.

And this time, no one would walk away.