Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King

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Embry POV.

The words, “Abducted fucking reject,” play over and over inside of my head like a broken spinning record.

I’m feeling broken down and done. My emotions are just everywhere, spiraling all out of control. I’m afraid. I’ve never been this afraid in my life. My chest hurt. My heart feels like broken glass inside my chest.

Every part of my body hurts including, my arms, legs, hands, and feet. They hurt the worst, feeling like dead weight. My entire body is under the influence of pain.

I close my eyes and force myself to deal with it. In my time of weakness, I must show strength. That’s what my family would want. They would want me to be strong.

I’m a Wilde Wolf. We are brave. We are the strongest amongst our kind. My family says that all the time. So, why do I feel so weak?

And why can’t I stop the tears from rolling down my face? I don’t want to eat, speak, or sleep.

All I can do is sit here and cry and ask myself why? Why me? Visions of my loved ones' different faces start to surface. All of my memories!

All of them are nothing now but memories. They're nothing but history.

How did I get myself in this mess? How? I just need to lie down. I need to calm myself, cry, and lie down.

That’s exactly what I do. I lie down, continue to cry my heart out, and question myself, for the only goddess knows how long.

I came to the conclusion that it may be in my best interest to at least try to make the best out of my situation.

There is no point in continuously crying over spilled milk. I lost my family but I still have my mate, even if he doesn’t want me. I still want him. Obviously I’m insane because I still want him. I know he rejected me but he is my mate. Who wants half of a soul when you can have a whole?

He’s all I have now. Cyrus may not want me right now, but he will come around eventually. We are destined to be together. We will work it out. I just have to believe in that.

I got a strange feeling that Cyrus's feeling doesn’t match his hurtful words. Cyrus just needs some time. Call me crazy if you must but that’s how I feel. He’s not made out of glass-like I am but I can see right through him.

He’s just angry. Werewolves and vampires are strangely more alike than they would like to believe. Were all hurt and hurt people hurt people.

Cyrus may be a big and bad vampire king, but he still is a person. Underneath his tough layer lies a man with a story. We all have a story and I’m set on figuring out his. I’m almost certain that his hatred for my species steams from some type of lost and deeply influenced pain.

He needs someone to love and understand him. I’ll be that person. I’ll be his salvage and his solace. I put that on my life that I’ll give him the balance that he needs.

He just has to let me in. He needs me.

Eventually, I decided to pull myself together. I sit up straight, pull my legs towards my chest. Place my chin on top of my knees and wait for him. Tears still spill here and then but for the most part, I’m fine. It will be alright. Everything will be okay.

After every struggle comes to a blessing, Cyrus is my blessing. Hopefully in due time, he shall feel the same way about me.

I just need to put my big girl panties on and focus on him. By the time, he reenters the room carrying a tray of food inside of his hand my tears are all dried out, my mind is made up and my head automatically lifts.

The mingled spices and mouthwatering flavors invade my sense causes my stomach to grumble.

“I thought you weren’t hungry,” patronizes Cyrus, while placing the tray full of food down onto the nightstand beside the bed.

“I’m not,” I lie but my stomach telltales with another grumble. The ultimate betrayal!

My eye catches a glimpse of Cyrus's handsome faces lighten up, I think. But then again, I’m not really sure because the light disappeared quicker than the light burns out on a firefly tale.

Not to mention my blurry vision and the throbbing pain inside of my head may be causing me to see things that are not really there.

“You’re a terrible liar, Embry.” Cyrus recites the words that I’ve now grown used to hearing. “Here, try this,” he says, picking up a plate of pasta and placing it down onto the bed directly in front of me. “I hope you like pasta. I order the cook to whip you up something quick.”

“Thank you,” I tell him, trying my hardest not to look at the delicious smelling pasta on the plate.

If I look, I’ll indulge and if I indulge. I know for a fact that I will simply devour the meal.

I can’t do that. Cyrus is a King, meaning he needs a Queen.

Queens don’t eat like savages.

“Says who,” I can almost hear my wolf growl inside of my head. She’s such a beast.

“You don’t have to thank me,” Cyrus says, regaining my attention. “Now eat!”

My wolf howls within me because of his commandment. She believes that our mate demanding for us to eat means that he cares about our health. I’ll be a big fate liar if I said that my wolf and my human side opinion in this matter weren’t neutral.

It makes me feel all warm and bubbly inside that my mate is demanding that I eat.

I use my free hand to put my first fork full of pasta inside of my mouth. The meaty tomato and basil base pasta is so good I moan from the taste. I try to take my time.

I swear that I’m attempting to chew before swallowing but I can’t help but swallow and slurp. Almost instantly it starts to become harder and harder for me to mind my manners.

Completely out of my control I start to devour the meal like a famished dog. It takes me less than 3 minutes to finish my helpings.

Mm! Mm... Good!

My eyes nearly pock out of my pocket when I release that Cyrus is sitting in one of the black leather seats in the center of the room doing nothing other than watching me. I was so focused on the food. My little Miss Uppity Queen act has become an epic fail.

Now granted I’m sitting on a bed in chains. But still, I could have at least attempted to show him that I can demonstrate proper table manners. Oh, the embarrassment! He must think that I’m some sort of pig.

“Would you like some more. You’re welcomed to have seconds,” says Cyrus, confirming my suspension. It’s official. My mate believes that he is mated to a pig.

“No thank you,” I tell him, lowering my head to hide my embarrassment.

“Very well then,” says Cyrus, standing to his feet and making his way back over towards the bed. “Now that you’re awake and are well feed. We have a few rules to discuss that you must agree to follow before I remove your chains. Rule number on-”

My eyes flicker down to the chains and my new attire as I listen to him speak. That reminds me. “Did you change my clothes,” I blurt out, lifting my eyes to Cyrus, and absentmindedly cutting him off in mid-sentence.

He growls in response, immediately making me realize my mistake. He was speaking and I so rudely cut him off.

I swear I didn’t mean to. It’s like my mouth has a mind of its own. The words just rolled off my tongue. Great! Now he believes I am a pig and rude. A rude pig!

“My apologies,” I deeply express my regret. “I don’t know what has gotten into me. I suppose my curiosity just got the best of me. I can ensure you that I’m not always this rude.”

“Sure you’re not,” sarcastically responds my mate. “Anyway, if you really care to know, Yes! I did change your clothes,” Cyrus surprisingly admits, placing his hand behind his back. “I’ve also bathed you, while you were sleeping and helped you rinse out your mouth with warm water and cinnamon stick.”

“Thank you,” is all I can say. My wolf is also satisfied with our mate’s actions that are the way it supposed to be in our eyes. My body was created for his eyes only, despite his lack of feelings for me.

Plus, it’s kind of provides me with some slight comfort knowing that my mate cared enough to take care of me when I was unable to take care of myself.

“There is no need to thank me,” Cyrus says, refusing to take credit for anything nice. “It was more for my bed's benefits than yours. I couldn’t have your vomit all over my sheets.”

“I understand,” I admit re-lowering my head. “Still, I want to thank you. You didn’t have to do that. So, thank you again,” my voice is nothing but a whisper.

I can feel the intensity of his stare ranking over my body from head to toe. His stare feels like the radiant heat that illuminates from the sun. It warms me. A moment of silence passes between the two of us and I can still feel his stare on me.

“Back to the rules,” Cyrus's voice breaks the silence. “Rule number one when it comes to you my name is Sire or Your Highness. I expected to be properly addressed in private and in the presence of others.”

I have you know now that I’m big on following the rules,” Cyrus continues to express. “As my chosen, you will be expected to spend a fair amount of your time in my presence, never forget that I’m big on rules.”

What is a chosen? I remember him saying that I was his chosen and not his mate.

“What is a chosen,” I voice my question out loud while finally lifting my head up to face him once again. Not because I’m suddenly feeling brave or anything, it’s just that I’m mildly curious about why he would call his mate a chosen.

“You,” he simply states, taking a seat down on the bed next to me. “Now that brings me to Rule Number two and three. You don’t ask a question. You answer them and you don’t speak unless spoken to. Am I clear?”

“Crystal,” the sarcasm just rolls off my tongue. I quickly cover my mouth with my hands. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. What the goddess has gotten into me?!

“My apologies,” I quickly explain, removing my hands from off my mouth. I — I,”

“Have a bad habit of saying whatever comes to your mind,” Cyrus points out, with a slight chuckle. The sound of his laughter is music to my ears. How could someone's laughter and actions make someone else’s insides melt like butter?

The world would never know.

It’s just that beautiful.

“I’m sure rule number two and three are going to be the hardest for you to follow. You need to find a way to control your outburst and emotions, am I understood?” He asks licking lips.

Oh, my Goddess! Now, why did he have to do that? The memory of his savior tongue running across his plumped and juicy lips does strange things to me and makes foolish thoughts run through my wolf's head.

For example, I have this urge to run my tongue across his lips and my wolf is begging me to do it. If that’s not strange and foolish I don’t know what is.

I nod my head in understanding and then place my focus onto my fidgety hands. I have to look elsewhere.

Anywhere! Before, I accidentally do something stupid, like act upon my urges.

“Good girl,” answers Cyrus. I can hear the smirk in his voice. Something is telling me that he knows perfectly well what he’s doing to me, and he likes it. Or maybe I’m just overthinking it.

“Rule Number four, you must do whatever I ask for you to do,” Cyrus almost whispers, while moving closer towards me on the bed. He so close I could feel his touch on my skin even though he isn’t, nowhere near close to touching my skin. How quickly I start to lose focus? “If I say, jump you say how high. Your soul purpose is to please me. Do you understand, Embry?”

Instead of answering, right away I place my eyes onto my mate handsome faces, studying every detail. I find myself lost in his perfection and I don’t ever want to be found.

To my surprise, his eyes are studying my face as well, assessing every inch.

Another foolish urge arises inside of me and my wolf howls within me, challenging me to reach out and touch him. She wants to trace his handsome features with the tip of our finger. See what I mean, strange feelings, and foolish thoughts. Foolish, foolish, thoughts!

There is indescribable energy buzzing around both of us. I can feel it. My wolf can feel it. Cyrus can feel it and I know his inner monster can feel it too.

It’s that intense. Suddenly, he lifts my chin with a single one of a finger and I shiver in response.

He stares into my eyes and I return the favor. The burning amber shade of his eyes lights up my soul like how the sun lights up the daytime.

Those ambers almost golden eyes will forever burn fire into my soul. I marvel in his beauty. We stay like this for what seems like a millennium, just stuck in this place, lost inside of this moment and frozen at this time. I don’t want this moment to end.

Unfortunately, our little moment is cut short by the sudden jerk of our bodies. The sudden movement causes my bare skin to touch the silver chain around my body. Ouch! It stings.

Before I have a chance to hiss and express my pain. Cyrus quickly unlocks the lock and rid me of those horrid things.

My eyes quickly study my body, searching for any burnt flesh. Thankfully, there is none.

“Thank you,” I find myself telling him again for the third time tonight.

“You’re welcome,” Cyrus surprises me by saying.

Before I have a chance to respond to someone speaks, causing me to nearly fall out of the bed.

“Sire, we will be landing soon,” the voice rings out loud and clears from out of the ceiling.

I lift my head and stare at the ceiling in complete awe. I was under the impression that only witches possessed that type of power.

“It’s called an intercom,” explains Cyrus pointing to three tiny holes in the ceiling, obviously picking up on my curiosity. It’s a device that allows two-way communication.”

“Sort of like mind-linking,” I question him, bringing my eyes back down to his level.

“Something like that,” chuckles Cyrus. “How quickly you forget about rule number two,” he reminds me.

Oh, right! I don’t ask questions. I follow them. “My apologies, S-”

“You apologize too much,” Cyrus cuts me off by saying. “Your bettered behaved than most wolves, I’ll give you that,” he says while walking over towards the window. “Your parents must be really proud,” he responds with folded arms, not attempting to hide the bitter tone inside of his voice.

His words bring back the pain from my loss. “Yes,” I absentmindedly say. “My father really was.”

Cyrus' head snaps in my direction and for a second I thought that he was about to say something foul about my father. But he doesn’t, “Do you understanding and accept the rules,” he questions me instead.

“Yes,” I acknowledge. “I do.”

“Very good, then,” responds Cyrus, turning back around to look out of the window, “and do you have any questions about your duties. This is the time that you shall speak now, or forever holds your peace.”

Speak now or forever hold my peace! What an interesting choice of words. “No, I don’t think so,” I start to say, pondering over my answer. Do I have any questions? I don’t think so. Oh, actually there is one.

“May I ask where my new home shall be,” I question him.

“Wherever I go....”

“Excuse me,” I don’t understand.

“You heard me,” he tells me straight up. “Your home is wherever I go, Embry. You do belong to me after all.”

I just remain quiet. I really don’t know what to say.

“Would you like to see a view of our first place of residence,” he asks me, earning a nod of my head as a response. “Come look,” he gestures for me to come while looking out of the window himself.

I slowly, climb out of the bed and make my way over towards him. The moment my two feet hit the floor I feel like I’m walking on air. I have never been on a plane before. It feels strange to walk inside of a moving object. My wolf doesn’t like the feeling.

We’ve never been good at holding our balance. There is a bridge back at home in my land that I always refused to cross because whenever I would try. I would fall. Gravity seems to I have a grudge with me and my wolf or something.

I almost make it to Cyrus when suddenly I’m falling and my feet fly in the air... Thankfully, Cyrus is here to fight gravity on my behalf. He catches me. Right before my back hits the floor.

“Are you okay,” he asks pulling me up and helping me walk closer towards the window.

“Yes, I’m fine.” Thanks to him. My mate! He saved my life I think to myself, attempting to suppressing my smile. “Thank you,” I express my gratitude for what the fifth time today.

Cyrus's eyes scan over my face in a wary type of way. I can tell that he wants to say something, but for some reason, he doesn’t. He places his focus back onto the window and I follow his actions.

My eyes mind well have popped out of my socket as I take in the view before my eyes.

My first place of residence is a skyscraper’s paradise. Surely, they are the tallest buildings that I’ve ever seen.

There are so many beautiful architectural treasures. So many things to look at….

My eye marvels in awe. I’m completely fascinated. There is no doubt in my mind that the City before me is no place other than the City of Dreams.

New York City! The Big Apple. The city that’s so nice. They named it twice.

It is truly majestic, especially from up here! What a magical way to view one of the most popular cities in the entire world for the first time. “Oh, wow,” I gasp. “It’s beautiful,” I have to admit, absolutely breathtaking.

“Yes, you are,” Cyrus response completely catches me by surprise. My heart automatically starts to flutter inside of my chest. That’s the second time that he has called me beautiful.

A small blush starts to form. “Why, thank yo-”

“Do you have any further questions about your new duties,” Cyrus interrupts me mid-sentence.

“No, I don’t,” I answer him quickly.

“Good,” he signs. “I left a few toiletries in the bathroom so you can freshen up before we land. There is also a trench coat and a pair of boots that I found lying around inside of the closet. I suggest you make use of those items. New York is freezing this time of year.”

I almost burst out laughing at his announcement. I’m a wolf for crying out loud! The cold doesn’t bother me. “Thank you,” I tell him offering him my award-winning smile.

He nods his head and then turns to walk out of the room. “Oh and Embry! There is one more Rule,” Cyrus informs me right before he reaches the door.

My wolf growls “Of course it is,” inside of my head but I just smile. I think it’s safe to say that my wolf doesn’t really like his rules. Cyrus watches me intensely as if he knows what I’m thinking.

Another awkward moment passes between us, but this silence is deafening.

“Rule Number 5,” Cyrus breaks the silence. “Is my most definite rule.” He says and I would be lying if I said that the tone of his force doesn’t have me on edge because it does.

Voice tone is everything, remember, but even still I smile.

A smile is contagious. With a stuck of luck, my smiling may affect Cyrus and make him flash a smile too.

Cyrus looks me up and down. Then his eyes are placed at the wall behind my head. “Rule Number 5,” he continues, still not looking at me by the way. Why doesn’t he want to look at me?

“Do not and I repeat do not utter a single word to anyone who you are to me. No one is to know that you’re my beloved,” he spits through clenched teeth. “No one,” and with that, he’s gone.

My smile fades instantly.