Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King

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Embry POV.

My wolf is officially free!

“Now that we’re properly introduced how about we have some little fun, shall we?” My wolf snarls, assessing Marko Polo with golden eyes.

Heat consume my entire body, especially inside of my chest. It’s sorta like a ring of fire, going up and going down, moving to the right and then moving to the left. It’s spread out all over me. Normally, it takes a lot for her to take over my body.

Not this time! Changing was way too easy. She doesn’t shift into a full-fledged wolf. Thank Goddess! But she does have complete control over my body. I’m locked in chains inside of my brain, unable to break free.

Marko Polo growls at my wolf with bloody eyes still holding a fist full of my hair.

“About got damn time,” he hisses showing his fangs. “I was starting to think that the little wolf would never come out to play.

Abruptly, someone lets loose at the car. Bullets, bullets, bullets! Are ricking everywhere. The car picks up in speed and my wolf takes the unexpected attack to her advantage.

She waste no time slamming my head into his face. She’s not the want to talk or play games with her prey. This is exactly why I begged and attempted to plead with her. I hate bloodshed, but my wolf thrives in the thrill of the kill like all predators because at the end of the day we all monsters.

Marko Polo releases my hair at once and my wolf doesn’t pause at all. She slams our knee into his chin fast and hard. Then she brings our legs into the air before wrapping it around his neck and then lock’s our legs around his head. He didn’t see it coming, or have time to anticipate an attack.

Within a second, she has him exactly where she wanted him, locked in place. It will only take one twist and his neck will be snapped. I’m more than certain that once she knocks him out, she will pull his heart out. You see, due to the tight confinements of the car she can’t move how she wants to move.

However, make no mistake her defense tactics are efficient and deadly. My father made sure of that. We are the Wilde after all.

My wolf currently has Marko secured in an infirm headlock, which prevents him from moving, issuing an attack of his own and most importantly contacting a member of his coven. We learned a long time ago that snapping any vampire neck shall put them out for the count and leave them completely defenseless.

The car swerves and she squeezes tighter. One of the toy shoulders is shooting back at our unseen attackers and the crowd of fleeing vampires who can be seen from the window are scatting like ants but my wolf golden eyes are locked on him.

“Embry Wilde,” Marko Polo manages to cough out, tapping my leg indicating mock surrender.

“Shut Up!” snarls my wolf, baring our canines at his face. “You talk too much! Your entire kind talks too much!”

“All talk no action," she growls and squeezes our legs tighter around his neck.

The car is roaring through the city that never sleeps at full speed. Our bodies twist, turn, and jump into the air with every bump, but still, my wolf holds onto him with dear life. I’m surprised she hasn’t killed him yet. I take that into consideration and start to plead.

“Please let Marko Polo go,” I speak to my wolf. “He is our mate friend.”

“Screw our mate,” she growls. “Screw his friend and screw anyone else who dares to place us in chains. Marko the Dumbo is dead Embry, stay out of this,” snaps my wolf before shutting me out completely. My heart drops. She has never acted this way with me.

Our body rises in the air as the car speeds down a series of hills. My wolf once again uses the movement to her advantage, squeezing our thighs around his neck and then flipping him by his head and locking him in place between our thighs before we land.

Marko the dumbo, I mean Marko Polo starts to break out in a fit of coughs and my wolf squeezes harder. I can see the air slipping out of his lungs before my very eyes and thanks to the back seat mirror I can see the glint in my own eyes that tells me that my wolf playtime is coming to an end.

She’s really going to kill him and their absolutely nothing I can do about it. I watch the scene with wide eyes and in utter shock. I can’t believe my wolf... or rather my more animistic side. She has never gone this far... I mean we have beat a few bullies up once or twice. But this...

This is unlike her. She has snapped. Marko uses his last bit of strength to look over his head to look at me in the eye, but his eyes slide to the window where his two friends are and then to the door handle. I don’t know if he is thinking about escaping or if he is encouraging me to escape. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that he’s trying to break through to my human side.

“I’m Embry,” I told him what he wanted to hear, hoping that he would back off. Even though, he already knew my name. I really didn’t understand his motives.

“What is your full name,” he pushed while pulling my hair harder and officially sets his fate.

Suddenly, something clicks. He didn’t want me to say my name. He already knew that, but he still wanted me to say my last name out loud. But Why? Why would he want me to admit that?

“So he can kill us without guilt,” snaps my wolf. I don’t think so.

“I Know your---” manages to cough up Marko! See! He knows what? “I know your kind. You’re a Wilde wolf, right?” he said to me. “The lost daughter,”

“The lost daughter,” the words ring in my head. “The lost daughter?” My father wasn’t at the village when the vampires attacked only Ruq and Farrah were present. The only other person who is a possible assumed that I was alive was the hunter.

Neither one of them would refer to me as the lost daughter, or discuss my situation with any vampire. Cyrus made it clearer than clear that he didn’t want anyone to know that I’m his beloved, which possibly means that he wouldn’t reveal my identity to anyone either. Now that I’m thinking about it he didn’t reveal my identity to Marko the Dumbo, I mean Marko Polo or the female vampire inside of the Forrest.

In conclusion, that all means that Marko the Dumbo, I mean Marko Polo is in communication with someone who will identify me as a lost daughter.

In theory, the only person who will call me is my father, which means one out of two things.

(A) Marko the Dumbo, I mean Mark Polo knows someone who knows my dad or (B) he has been around someone who communicated with my dad. There is even a small possibility that he may have actually communicated with my dad.

Now all of this is just a theory he could have just said that to taunt me and do exactly what my wolf said he was going to do. He could have been attempting to relieve himself for guilt but then again vampires don’t give a rat ass about guilt. They don’t care about killing people, especially werewolves. We are seen as a threat so why would they be guilty of eliminating a threat.

However, you look at it Marko The Dumbo, oh snap! Marko Polo knows something. Jeez! I swear I hate sharing my mind with my wolf sometimes, mainly when she takes over because sometimes our thoughts start to blend.

But then other sometimes it comes in handy, like right now. After my observation on Marko has come to an end my wolf immediately lets him go. She places her hand on the back door handle, opens the door and then shifts into our wolf, so she can jump out the flying truck. That’s right. She’s fucking crazy! She just jumped out of a moving vehicle without any regard for neither one of our lives. Thankfully, she gracefully landed onto the hard cement without causing any damage to our body.

My paws and spine hurts a little but for the most part, I'm okay.

Not to mention we are now out in the open in the middle of a war-zone. Thankfully, no bullets are flying in our direction at this time. My wolf scans the area. This street appears to be deserted, for now. That’s another thing, I need to thank the Goddess for.

I’m certain that if we had hopped out on any street before this one that we would have caused quite the stir.

“Are you crazy,” I shout, voicing my concern. We are wolves and heal quickly, but we are not invincible. Wolves bleed like everyone else bleeds. We can die like every else can. We all have an expiration date, despite what are more aggressive side likes to believe...

My wolf doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she takes a deep whiff of the air, runs off and then crawls underneath of a cherry-red parked car, finding cover. Once settled, she focuses on the speeding vehicle from underneath the car.

From afar, we can see Marko Polo head hanging out the truck and surprisingly enough he is staring at us with glowing red eyes. My wolf leans our head over to the side and squint our eyes, so we can see a little further.

“What are you waiting for?” I question her.

She continues to ignore me. She is crouched down in a position for about several seconds, watching him from afar. It’s official. She has officially gone bonkers! Marko’s lips curve into a wicked smirk before he nods his head and then swiftly closes the truck door. What? What was that about?

“You were right,” answers my wolf. “Marko The Dumbo, wanted us to escape. I wanted to confirm your suspensions before taking his life. I won’t put you through that unless it’s necessary.”

“Thank you,” I tell her. “I knew something was off. Things just didn’t add u---”

Before I could continue a throbbing pain radiates throughout my skull and my entire body began to shake as my bones start to crack. Tremendous pain are the only two words that can describe what I am currently experiencing. Immediately my hands rush to my head and my eyes shut.

This sensation only happens when a Wilde wolves is attempting to communicate from a great distance while silver is one of our systems. It would be a lot easier if my wolf wasn’t in her weakened state. We could have easily, used our bond to mind-link.

This technique is only to be used in a dangerous situation. But of course, Celine thought it was a good idea to practice this. So we use to secretly, practice when our pack’s started to inject small amounts of liquid diluted silver into our veins. Most packs of North America are injected silver into their selves in hopes of becoming officially immune in the long run. So, far it has proven to be effective. Silver doesn’t feel like instant burning hot coal burning shoved down our throats.

It just stings badly depending on the amount used.

To sum it all up, someone from my family is trying to communicate with me. I force myself to shift, only to appear as a naked human who has my hands glued to the hard cement and I’m my knees planted on the ground. I’m drenched in sweat from head to toe. With a little effort, I manage to lie down on my tummy, trying my absolute best to relax.

My wolf howls with joy inside of me and my heart starts to beat tremendously feeling like it’s going to drop out of my chest in any second. They know I’m alive. My family is coming to me.

I completely focus on opening my mind completely and granting whoever full access. There is a ringing sound inside of my ears, which can be compared to white noise. My head is pounding harder than my heart and suddenly something as simple as breathing in feels like nothing but an impossible task. From the distance, I can hear people screaming bullets flying and even critters squeaking but I try my best to tune them out. I place my entire focus on one thing and one thing only.....breaking my mental barrier.

Celine and I were never successful with forming a line of communication but it’s worth a try. My wolf growls inside of my head allowing me full access to use her mental capability as well. Two heads are always better than one. Right?

Today must be my lucky day because somehow. Someway, it works. It takes me a little over a minute to form a communication line. It’s not really that great. But it’s a start.

“Embry! Embry!!! Can you hear me?” Celine’s voice invades my head. She is louder than usual. Way too loudly. Instantly, my hands fly over the top of my ears and my eyes slam shut.

“Shh...Celine, please don’t yell,” I respond to her.

“Oh, my Goddess! Oh, my Goddess! Oh, my Goddess!” Celine is wailing. “It worked! It actually fucking worked. Please tell me that you’re okay? Where are you? How are you? Who have you? Are you hurt? I’m coming to get you, right now. I love you so much. Oh, my Goddess!” Celine’s voice suddenly breaks, providing a short pause to her series of questions.

She is boohooing crying at this point. I hate it. Celine is not the type of she-wolf who wears her emotions on to her sleeve. She is brave and beautiful. She is the badass.

In over a century, I’ve only seen Celine cry a few times and it was mostly around May, 3 of some years. That’s the day that her father was taken away from her. That’s the day that haunts a lot of wolves. The day of the Awakening.

My heart breaks along with the crack of Celine’s broken voice. I absolutely hate it.

I hate my situation. I hate that I can’t seem to be able to save myself and I hate the fact that I’m incapable of living up to my family name. The Wilde’s! I hate myself. I’ll never forgive myself for causing everyone such much pain and trouble, including Marko Polo and my mate.

This is all my fault. If I could have managed to escape Cyrus once and for all we all would be in a much better predicament, my wolf wouldn’t have snapped. Marko Polo wouldn’t have risked his life to help me escape.

Celine wouldn’t be crying right now and Cyrus wouldn’t be ashamed that his beloved was a she-wolf. If I was like Celine, he’ll look at me a lot differently. In fact, If I was like any she-wolf other than myself he would look at me differently.

In his eyes, I’m so weak. It’s true! Look at me. I’m so weak, totally incapable of fending for myself.

“Oh gosh, I’m totally acting like your dad or siblings and not your favorite cousin. I’m sorry,” she apologizes. Let’s start over. Hello, cousin. Please tell me that you’re fine,” asked Celine.

“I’m fine! I’m fine,” I assure Celine, trying to suppress my groan. “Hello, cousin.”

My voice breaks as well and my tears drop waste no time pouring a rainstorm down my cheeks.”I’m fine, Celine. I’m here.”

“Embry...” Celine's voice sounds lower. I can tell that she is trying to calm her self down for my sake.

I can feel her pain through our bond and I’m almost certain that she can also feel my pain.

“Embry, listen to me. I need you to tell me exactly where you are and who has you,” she asks me. “Is it the hunter or does a vampire have you?”

The hunter. What Hunter? Oh, that hunter Forrest! How could I forget about Forrest?

“No, the hunter is also a prisoner... I think...” I quickly explain. To be honest, I’m not so sure if he somehow managed to escape. The last thing I remember hearing about him was my mate demanding to have him dragged back to a king. I can’t really, recall which king at the moment.

You know what? That’s beside the point. “The vampires have the hunter,” I tell her. “I’ve just managed to escape them. I’m in New York City.” I can literally feel Celine's heart rate pick up.

I wonder if she can feel what I’m feeling as well?

“New York City,” I can hear the relief and new-found excitement in her voice. “Oh, Embry that’s wonderful!”

How is that wonderful? I mean grant we have both dreamed about visiting the vampire infested City and New York is not that far away from home. It’s actually fairly close now that I’m thinking about it. All I have to do is make it the Hudson River.

We have a few cabins spread throughout the forest, which surrounds the Hudson river. If I can make it there undetected, there is not a single ounce of doubt that I won’t make it to the Northern Pack Territory.

“Embry, are you still there?” Celine’s voice pops back into my head. “Embry,”

“Yes, I’m here,” I confirm.

“Good, look there is not a lot of time to explain. So I’ll get straight to the point. My pack is in the City.”

Wait! What? “The Werewolves are coming,” reminds my wolf. Oh, my Goddess. Oh, my Goddess. Thank you so much for it all.

“Where are they,” I ask Celine. “Where are you,”

“I’m still at the Northern Pack Territory. Uncle Maddox refused to allow me to tag along. He said A Wilde Wolf must remain here just in case you or his mate end up returning or to fight alongside of the remainder of the pack if a vampire attacked.”

“Where is everyone else,” I question her.

Surely, someone else could have remained to defend the fort.

“Your father is on his way back from Western Territory,” she explains. “He was pissed when he found out about you, extremely pissed. Your Alpha is pissed as well. Farrah and Ruq are still searching for you, neither one of them have rested from what I’ve heard. Uncle Maddox and his beta are on the way to the City. The last time I heard they were in the Forest surrounding the Hudson,” she explains it all.

It’s settled then, I’ll go to the Hudson. That’s my safest option.

“Embry how did the vampires manage to catch you. You’re one of North America’s fastest running wolves,” Celine next question sends a silver bullet straight to my heart.

“What? What did I say wrong,” expresses Celine. “Is that heartbreak that I feel. Tell me what’s wrong?”

Her words confirm my theory. She can feel my emotions as well. The haunting memory of my capture invades my thoughts. Cyrus.

How can I tell her about Cyrus? My vampire mate who has captured me just to reject me.

“I’ve found my mate,” I manage to mumble.

“I knew it was something different about you,” says Celine.

“ You’re a mated woman. That’s how you got caught. You risked your life to save your mate, or did he risk his life to save you?“How heroic!” I can hear her smile inside of her voice.“That’s my girl! So who’s the lucky wolf?”

“Oh, wait! Did the bloodsuckers kill him?” Celine’s voice turns darker than dark.

“Is that why you upset, or is it because you have been doomed to become star-crossed lovers, thanks to the arranged union? Oh, fuck! Now, that didn’t sound too sympathetic. I’m sorry Embug. Look don’t worry everything will work out?”

Leave it to Celine to be the one who makes up her own story inside of her head. If my circumstances were different, I’ll be bent over laughing my butt off.

Celine has always been the type to ask questions without waiting for answers. It’s one reason why I love her so much.

She embraces her wild imagination.

“It’s something else,” she suddenly says, picking up on my tornado of worries. “What happened Embry,” she demands to know.

I remain silent. I really don’t know what to say. How can I tell her that my mate is everyone I’ve ever loved the enemy? How can I tell her that he wants nothing to do with me? I can’t do that. She will hate him. I don’t want her to hate him.

A moment of silence passes before, Celine decides to speak up. “You know what, none of that matters. The only thing that matters is that your safe,” she tells me.

That’s another reason why I love her so much. She understands when and when not to push.

“I miss you,” I tell her. I really do.

“I miss your way more and I love you,” respond Celine.

“I love you more,” I tell her while crying my eyes out. “I’m so scared Celine.”

“I know, so am I,” she admits. “When everyone figured out that you were missing all hell broke loose. All the packs have been notified and agreed to partake in the war, even the Lycan Princess is out searching for you.”

What about the prince? “The prince and his beta have set sail to Romanian,” she answers my unspoken questions. “There are rumors floating around that you were last seen in The Northern City of Montreal. Some wolves said that they witnessed a vampire King dragging you onto a plane.”

Instantly, my blood runs cold. Oh, no!

“That’s another reason why some of my packmates are on the way to the Barbaric King penthouse. They are searching for you and the Luna,” she continues to explain.

My blood runs colder. No! No... No!

“Kaya should be headed in your direction as well. She was very admitted about participating in the war,” she says, officially sending ice cycles to my soul.

No! No! No!

“Uncle Maddox was totally against it of course,” Celine continues to yap off. “But she managed to persuade him. I’ve never been so proud of her.”

“No,” I scream inside of Celine's head. “Mind-link with her now. Tell them to cease attack at once.” My heart is pounding so hard. It’s never pounded this hard. The world around me is spinning. My wolf of once again clawing to get out.

“Embry, it’s okay,” she starts to attempt to calm me down. “The bloodsucker will not see it coming. He will fall.”

Oh, no he won’t. They have no idea what they have signed up for.

“It’s not just one bloodsucker that they have to worry about, it’s three,” my wolf growls. “The Cold-Hearted King is present and The King Of All Kings is also in the city,” I inform her.

“Now call it off, now!” My wolf snaps.