Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 289: Red King

Lord Javi had just gotten back to his office and settled into his chair when he opened his mouth and barked an order as loud as he could to whomever was nearby.

"Get me blood! Now!" he screamed, his eyes redder than normal as he glowered at everything and everyone, even as he heard the sounds of footsteps that showed everyone close to him was trying to obey.

He was pissed—and even that was an understatement—as he looked down at himself. His wounds were still bleeding, especially since he hadn’t taken any blood on the way back, regardless of the rash he’d had at every point of the journey back to his district.

All the other Lords had also left and headed back to their districts, and Javi didn’t spare a single thought for them, whether or not they lived. All he cared about was his own survival... unwilling to drink old blood unless he was dying.

"The fucking blood! Where is it?" he screamed again at the top of his voice, the sound echoing through the entire room loudly enough to be heard clearly.

Behind him stood Nathan, who stood so stiff that anyone in the darkness of the night and the room might have assumed he was nothing but a statue as he held his breath.

It was almost as if by doing so, it would somehow prevent him from being noticed, even as his eyes filled with tears. He had asked Ravon to send him to Lord Javi with the hopes of being turned into a vampire and regrowing a new arm, only to become nothing but a blood and sex slave. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

He hated Lord Javi, but above all he hated himself, especially since Javi had done it so much that recently he ended up enjoying it more than he could confess.

Nathan was still praying under his breath, hoping the guard would return with a fresh human for Lord Javi, when he suddenly felt his heart miss a beat. He raised his gaze, utterly taken aback to see blood-red eyes staring right in his direction.

At that very moment, Nathan had a mini heart attack that almost killed him as he instantly stumbled back in shock and fear. His body began to tremble. The only reason he hadn’t dashed farther back toward the window was because Lord Javi hadn’t stood up yet.

"COME HERE!" Javi suddenly ordered, and it was enough for tears to fill Nathan’s eyes as they slowly began sliding down his face. He trembled even more, aware of the consequences of disobedience if he so much as dared to hesitate.

Without waiting for Javi to say it a second time, he scooted forward—having learned the hard lesson of what happened if he waited—his body shaking even as Javi grabbed him and pulled him right into his lap.

"You look pale! I don’t remember taking too much blood from you!" Javi mumbled more to himself as he stared at the young man in his lap whom he had grown fond of—enough to toy with the idea of turning him. He grabbed Nathan’s chin and stared into his green eyes, remembering why he could never do it. Something so flimsy yet so true.

’I like the green...’ More used to red, which was a color he had come to hate.

"I won’t eat you! You’re a snack!" he whispered into his ear, leaning in as he licked against his neck, against the bite holes that had closed and some that were still healing, delighted to feel him tremble in his arms.

For a second, he toyed with the idea of taking him right there and then, only to recall that he was wounded and doing something so strenuous wasn’t good. He might be in his district, but that didn’t mean he was safe from his many enemies—one of whom was the young man in his lap.

Javi’s patience had just run out as he caressed Nathan’s thighs, about to lash out, when the guard suddenly walked in, dragging someone behind him who looked much paler than Nathan and much more scared.

Tears streamed down the prisoner’s bloody face as he continued to beg. "Please! Please! I’ll pay my debt!" even as his body was tossed to the ground and the guard knelt right beside him.

"I’m sorry it took so long, my Lord! It was a little hard to find the blood type you required!"

Nathan didn’t hesitate to jump up the second the hold around his waist loosened, moving straight toward the door, aware that Javi enjoyed feasting alone—something he had never been curious enough to stay and watch, especially since Javi always made sure to finish whatever was on his plate.

The guard had the same thought, bowing his head as he spoke and getting up the second Javi gestured for him to leave. He headed out the door the same way, a step behind Nathan, even as he made sure to hurriedly shut the door behind him.

"Please! Please!" the middle-aged man continued to beg, his entire body shaking in fright as he stared at the red-eyed person in front of him, who got to his feet and began moving closer.

"I’ll pay you double!" He came from the slave tower, and he had seen what the red-eyed ones could do. "I-I can even give you all the blood you need!" he begged, ready to give anything he had if it meant keeping his life. "I have a wife and two female children! You can have them too!" he pleaded, but at that point, Javi was already pissed at the whiny mosquito, his fangs elongating as he picked him off the floor and pulled him close, digging his fangs into him in one smooth move.

He closed his eyes with euphoria as he began to suck hard, making loud gulping sounds.

At first, the man struggled like his life depended on it, screaming in pain, but all that changed within a few seconds as the sounds of drinking and gulps became louder, Javi increasing the pressure of his pulls as he continued to suck hard with abandon.

He was lost in the feeling, about to take another drag, when he suddenly froze. He tore his fangs out of the neck, allowing the cold body to drop to the ground.

The man was still breathing, but one look made it clear that he was at death’s door. It didn’t help that a huge, gaping hole had been torn open in his neck.

Javi didn’t even bother to wipe the corner of his mouth, licking his lips as he stared at the body grasping for life with a soft smile on his face. He was still lost in that feeling of euphoria when suddenly he heard a knock—one that tossed him back to reality and filled him with anger.

"What?" he barked without ordering the person in, not surprised to hear the person at the door instantly begin to speak.

"Lord Javi! I just got news that Lord Cain has just arrived in our district!" the guard said from behind the door. The only reason he wasn’t trembling was because of the door that stood between him and the aura of anger he could feel from within the office. "After such a huge fight, no one expected that he would—" but Javi didn’t let him finish as his voice thundered through and past the office he stood in.

"USELESS! All of you!" he snapped, even as his footsteps thundered against the ground a second before he pulled the door wildly open.

The guard dropped to his knees, about to speak, but not before his head rolled smoothly off his neck with a splatter of blood that covered everything—the ground, the ceiling, and every part of Javi, including the guards who guarded his office, who knew better than to continue standing there as they also fell to their knees, not knowing if they were next.

"Why is he coming here?" His voice was loud as he thundered at them, just before he instructed them to find Garrick and bring him to him, since it was clear that he was the least useless of them.

But even as Javi watched them scurry off, he couldn’t stop his mind from wondering what Cain wanted with him, pissed at the trace of fear he felt at the idea of having to face Cain.

His bloodline power made it difficult for him to be killed, but that didn’t count if he was swallowed whole or crushed apart.

Javi was pissed. His plans had been going off without a hitch until they attacked Cain, and he proved too powerful to be taken down.

’At least I have control over Vazer!’ he thought, but even that wasn’t enough. Cain’s power was too overwhelming to be allowed to exist, and for the first time in a while, he realized that if he was to truly become the Red King, he needed to be as overwhelmingly powerful and feared as Cain was.