Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 245: This is nothing!

Hungry? What the—

Steadily, she stared up at the beast, who towered easily over her in a way that could easily crush her if it failed to pay the slightest bit of attention. The growls became more incessant, and it became quite obvious that it wasn’t joking. It was very serious.

At the same time, Violet was extremely worried. Trying to figure out what a beast of that size would consume before being satisfied was something she found difficult to wrap her head around. Instantly, without hesitating any longer, she headed to the door when it became clear that she needed help.

But again, she had just gotten to the door and pulled it open only to feel herself be tugged right back before she could step out through it. Aware that the numerous holes in the back of her shirt were enough to make it seem like a completely new shirt design.

Again, she turned around to look at the beast, who hadn’t once shifted his gaze from her as he released another loud growl—much louder than before. And although Violet wasn’t going crazy, she could have sworn that she understood that the beast was telling her not to leave.

Raising her hands to pet its head, she spoke in a low voice, hoping it would actually listen to her. "Wa-wait here! I’m just going to get something for you to eat!" she whispered, relieved to turn towards the door and step through it without feeling herself be jerked back like before.

But she had just moved to close the large doors when she watched the beast suddenly place its paws against them.

A loud straining sound of metal echoed through the air, making Violet hurriedly back away in fright as she realized the hinges holding the door to the wall were coming off.

It was shocking—made even more so when the door collapsed with a thunderous crash, narrowly missing her as she moved to the side.

She watched in horror as the beast stepped through the gaping hole, its massive body forcing its way through, breaking apart any remaining pieces of the wall that tried to resist. Violet scrambled backward, distancing herself from the falling rubble as fast as she could to avoid being buried beneath it.

Her breath caught in her throat as she stared up at the beast, her expression aghast. It stood before her in the corridor, its presence overwhelming. Then, to her shock, it bared its teeth—just slightly—in a way that disturbingly resembled a smile.

Violet was still frozen in place when the sound of rapid footsteps on the stairs caught her attention. She turned just in time to see the guards appear, only for them to flinch back almost immediately.

Cain’s beast, which had been eerily silent, suddenly turned feral. A deep, guttural growl rumbled through its chest, sending vibrations through the very walls of the mansion. Violet’s heartbeat pounded wildly, a fierce thumping against her ribs as she stood beside it.

The beast lowered its head, its growl growing louder until it echoed ominously through the entire building. One of the elite guards, who had come running at the sound of destruction, suddenly collapsed onto the floor. His hands scrambled against the ground as he frantically scooted backward, a look of pure horror on his face.

"Wha-what the—" The man stammered heavily, unable to complete his sentence before a deafening, ground-shaking growl tore from the beast’s throat. It took a threatening step forward, its head shooting out menacingly.

Violet was stunned—but at the same time, a strange realization settled over her. She understood what Cain’s beast was trying to say. Without hesitation, she stepped closer, placing her hands on its thick, fur-covered chest.

"You can leave!" she ordered the guards.

They hesitated, clearly bewildered, but none of them dared to question her. The moment she placed her hands on the beast, it immediately quieted.

Without another word, the guards bowed and scurried away, not willing to push their luck. All except Henry—Cain’s new head of guards after Frank’s death. He remained, kneeling on one knee, his expression deeply troubled.

"Lord Cain?" Henry asked, his tone filled with unease. It was clear he understood just how dire the situation was—something Violet was already well aware of.

"Yes," she confirmed, watching him carefully. If Henry had any knowledge of how to turn Cain back into his human self, she knew he wouldn’t withhold it from her.

"We can’t stay in this form for too long! It’s dangerous for him!" Henry warned.

Violet’s stomach twisted in disappointment. She had been hoping for a solution, not another problem.

"Can you get food? I think he’s hungry," she said instead.

Henry’s eyes flickered with alarm, but he nodded without hesitation. "I’ll hurry!"

He turned on his heel, ready to leave, but just as he reached the exit, Violet suddenly remembered something important.

"...Also! Get me Uva!" she added quickly.

If she had any hope of helping Cain return to his human form, she needed to understand what had gone wrong.

It didn’t take long for Uva to arrive at Cain’s wing. She walked cautiously, lingering by the stairs without making any effort to climb all the way up.

"Uva!" Violet gasped in relief.

At the same moment, Uva let out a sharp gasp of her own, her eyes widening in utter shock. She took a step back, her gaze locked onto the massive beast standing behind Violet.

"Violet!" she choked out, pointing at the creature, her jaw nearly hitting the floor.

Th-that is—

She never finished the sentence. The beast, almost as if it understood her unspoken words, lifted its head and fixed its blood-red eyes on her. A subtle but unmistakable killing intent radiated from its gaze, making Uva swallow hard.

"Yes," Violet confirmed grimly. She knew exactly what Uva had meant to say.

"I need him to turn back into his human form," Violet continued, a worried expression settling over her face. As much as she tried to deny it, the thought of Cain never returning to his human self was something she refused to accept.

"What can we do?" she asked.

But her stomach dropped when she saw Uva vigorously shake her head, a lost look in her eyes.

"...I’m sorry, Violet, but as far as I’m aware, werewolves that lose their reason and become beasts never recover! There’s almost no record of one successfully returning to their human form!" Uva’s voice was genuinely apologetic, but at the same time, she was slowly backing down the stairs.

Today is not the day I die! Uva thought to herself. Violet might be someone I’d consider almost a friend, but Cain? He’s the Lord who could kill me.

Why should she care?

"I have no clue!" Uva added, her expression sincere—though she had no intention of trying to figure it out.

"A-are you sure?" Violet asked, a deep worry settling in her eyes.

She turned to glance at Cain’s beast. It stood quietly behind her, but she could still hear the occasional rumbling of its stomach. She silently prayed that Henry would return quickly with food.

"...There could be a medicine that he could—"

"There’s nothing we can do, Violet!" Uva interrupted, her voice carrying an air of finality. "Unless he shifts back on his own, he’ll remain this way!"

As soon as she spoke, a loud growl tore through the air. The sheer force of it made Uva flinch violently. She misstepped, losing her balance, and tumbled backward, landing hard on the ground.

Tears pricked her eyes as she clutched her knee in pain, but she didn’t dare scream. Instead, she hurriedly lifted a trembling hand, gesturing for Violet to stay back—anything to keep the beast from moving any closer to her.

"I-I’m fine! This is nothing!" she insisted, even as she winced