Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King

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Cyrus POV.

Every dog that had the balls to attack my home was put to sleep.

What the fuck else did they expect to happen? Those animals are really starting to be a real pain in my ass.

It has been a little over 24 hours since they have met their maker and my home is still in complete chaos. The media has been here non-stop, asking questions, and drawing attention to the upcoming war.

The lords and lady’s that resign in my Kingdom are requesting an audience, claiming that they fear for their bratty ass children safety and to top all of that off Nicklaus is currently on a wild-goose hunt.

So, that leaves me here to clean up the mess and prepare my household for relocation.

Any slave or servant that is still alive and in my possession are in the process of being transported to one of my other estate that’s located in Washington D.C.

My aunt, Lady Katherine currently resides there and I’m certain that I’ll hear an ear-full of her special curses upon arrival.

She may even place a dagger in my heart.

Aunt Katherine is not a queen but God bless the poor creature that has the balls to tell her that to her face. She is one of the most powerful immortal women in the world, a real legend among the vampire community.

Every single low household family member loves her. Every respected household family member loves her.

Even the council members have a soft spot for her, including Nicklaus's father and trust me when I say that is a big deal. Apollyon doesn’t even give his own children the benefit of the doubt. He has done nothing but make their lives a living hell.

But everyone including his beloved knows that Apollyon is a different man when it comes to, Aunt Katherine. They used to have a fling a long time ago but that’s a story for another day.

To be quite frank, none of that matters because my aunt has turned her back on the entire vampire society, including me.

She refuses to speak to any of us all because of her bullshit ass holy beliefs.

She believes that human slavery is a complete abomination and that slave owners are nothing but the devil minions.

So, I guess it’s safe to say that I have a lot of family issues and I’m not looking forward to my trip to Washington D.C.

Neither are my warriors. They all appear to be on edge.

To be fair, I believe that has more to do with Nicklaus than it has to do with my Aunt Katherine.

His monster has partly taken control. His emotions are at a high time peak and it’s all because of her. Claire.

Nicklaus supposed to be Chosen.

Yeah, right! I said it once and I’ll say it again. That human girl is most certainly his beloved. Even a blind man can see that.

He craves her presence more than our monsters crave blood and I know exactly how that feels.

When I look at Embry I feel like I’m staring into the eyes of the brightest star.

Her eyes are now my favorite color.

Seeing Embry seconds away from death has done something to me.

I almost went against my King. It took every ounce of my self-control not to attack Nicklaus. My monster wanted his blood.

He wanted to pull out his spine and rip out his heart. If I’m going, to be honest with myself, I have to admit that he still does.

I know it sounds fucked up. Nicklaus is my brother without the tie of blood. If anything blood couldn’t make us any closer.

That’s exactly why I need to get Embry out of here and far away from them all.

If another issue arises with Embry and a vampire I’m not sure if I would be able to control my monster urge to kill for her.

Friend or no friend my monster want’s to rid the world of any threat to her life.

She was almost killed, twice in a matter of days, and he feels like I’m the one to blame.

In a way, he’s right.

This is the main reason why my monster and I are not seeing eye to eye.

Usually, I get along with the voice inside of my head.

Unlike other vampires, my monster and I have always been on the same accord. We are one.

At least we were, but it appears that everything has changed now that Embry is in our life.

His connection to her wolf means more to him than his connection with his other half.

The issue is my monster wants to stake his claim on her but I do not.

I mean I do, but I can’t.

Now, don’t get me wrong. Embry is beautiful inside and out. I’ve just met her and even I can tell that she’s a sweet girl, who always looks for the best in a situation and in people including me.

Her presence is haunting I can feel her touch when she’s not even there. No matter, how hard I try it appears that I can’t get her out of my head.

She has done a number on me without doing anything to me, which doesn’t make a lick of sense.

To be honest, I don’t even understand how. She’s too soft, and I don’t do soft.

I hate the fact that she has the tendency to give away her trust too easily. Shit like that can get you killed. No one I’m this world is a good guy. We are all villains.

There is no such thing as happy endings. It’s kill or be killed. That’s just the way the world works.

This is why I’ve done nothing but tried to break her spirit since I’ve met her. I’m trying to teach her how to protect herself and my monster is starting to resent me because of it.

I mean I do understand his reluctance. She is the woman of our dreams.

Any man would be blessed to be paired with a woman like her but the world that we live in will never accept her as my Queen and if she continues to wear her emotions on her sleeve.

She will always be in danger.

She’s too gentle and kind, which I can’t have. Kindness is a weakness in our world.

If I have to be the bad guy for toughing Embry up, then so be it. Her porcelain skin needs to grow a few layers.

Having thick skin is an advantage but Embry isn't building like that and that’s just another reason why I can’t stake my claim on her milky skin. Let’s not forget that she’s a werewolf and I’m a vampire.

Wolves and vampires are like water and oil. We just don’t mix.

My kind has declared war against her kind. Correction, I declared war against her kind. Her people will end her if they find out what she is to me. She-wolf or not.

I don’t even think her legendary family would be able to look past our union.

My kind will not and that is a fact.

Plus, I have Ravana to think about. I have already broken her heart on one too many occasions and I made a promise to myself that I would never do that to her again.

That’s why I haven’t declared her as my queen.

The truth is that I wanted to soak my royal oaks but Ravana is end game for me. At least, she was before I laid eyes on Embry. Now, I’m not so sure.

How the hell did I manage to find myself in a supernatural love triangle? What the actual fuck?

It’s just too much. If I am with Embry that means I will have to choose her over everyone.

It means parting ways with everything that I’ve fought so hard to build. Everything that I love...

Is one woman really worth all of that? A she-wolf at that. Beloved or not she is only a she-wolf.

If I claim her I’m placing Embry and the people who I cherish the most life in danger. It would be selfish. Extremely selfish. Plus, my brother won’t accept her.

My loyalty lies with Nicklaus and the other Vampire Kings. We made a pack-way before The Awakening that we shall place duty before our hearts.

Placing another species on the throne to rule alongside any Vampire King can bring the whole monarchy down and that’s just something that I won’t allow that to happen.

All the other Kings, including myself, thrive on that monarchy. A lot of blood, sweat, and tears have gone into the victory of The Awakening.

I suspect that Nicklaus harbors similar emotions about his beloved.

The only difference between him and me is that he has never had feelings for any woman.

Everyone is just a fuck in his eyes, including his betrothed Lady Gwen.

He only agreed to claim Lady Gwen as his Queen because she is the best candidate.

He has never given a fuck about anything else other than his siblings, us kings, and our monarch but yet he does care about Claire.

Fuck! All of this is a mess I think to myself while entering one of my personal studies. I need to grab a few documents to take on the road with me.

The werewolves attacks are becoming more frequent. I need to find a way to end this war once and for all.

I believe attacking the Lycan Kingdom and killing the Lycan Royals is the answer to all of my problems. The Lycans beast is royalty to the pack of mutts.

When the Lycan King falls their community will be weak, and then I can wipe out the Alphas of North America without any interference.

Without Lycan Royalty or Alphas, the other Lycans and werewolves are nothing.

Winning a war is as simple a winning a game of dominoes. All you have to do is empty one’s hand while blocking your opponent’s.

If I knock away the species of werewolves and Lycan primary resources. They will be blocked.

In the end, I would be the winner because the loss that they shall suffer shall be bigger than mine. That’s exactly why I need to find that Palace. It shall all start and end there.

Once, I finish this war than I can invest my time and energy on my beloved. Hopefully, I’ll know what to do with her by then.

“Are you looking for these,” ask Speck, my royal adviser from behind me.

I turn around only to come face to face with her holding the documents that I’m searching for inside of her hand.

I’ve been so distracted with my thoughts I didn’t even hear her coming in.

Seriously, I need to get it together.

“Thanks,” I express my gratitude, before snatching the documents out of her hand. Speck is always five steps ahead of me.

That’s why she’s my adviser. Our exchange of dialogue is typically awkwardly brief.

She’s weird as hell, the true definition of Nosy Rosy, but she is always right.

“What are the reports,” I get straight to the point.

“Marko is still off the grid. We believe that he has either been captured or killed along with the other two soldiers, who were riding inside of the vehicle. It appears that they were ambushed by some wolves,” responds Speck with a roll of her eyes.

She does that a lot.

Ignoring her childish behavior I ponder over the information that she has provided me with.

I’ve been trying to figure out how Embry ended up in my penthouse unguarded and Speck investigation does explain it.

The only thing that doesn’t add up is why Marko didn’t contact me the moment they were under direct attack.

What am I missing?

“And what lead you up to believe that,” I ask her, trying to fill out the blanks.

“We have found claw marks in the back of the seat and evidence that points to them being gunned down.”

My monster growls viciously inside of my head. Anyone of those bullets could have hit my beloved. That thought alone makes my blood boil.

“Why is your monster presence,” ask my nosy adviser.

“Why the fuck do you think,” I snap back. Fucking little Speck!

She rolls her eyes and then takes a seat waiting for my next question.

“And have you formed in communication with Ravana,” I ask her, as I scan the document’s into the computer, so I can email them to myself. I’ll go over them later.

I need to get back to Embry before she awakes.

She is my number one priority.

“She is out helping King Nicklaus track down his quote on quote chosen,” answers Speck, while using air quotations. She’s no fool! The annoyance on her face is evident.

As I sit and watch her it takes me less than a second to realize that my dearest little Speck is doing another thing that she’s good at.

She’s fishing.

Now, what exactly could she be fishing about?

“It appears that all the Vampire King’s is rocking another species as their chosen these days, including you,” she points out, while continuing to play blue’s clues, “Would you like to explain to me why?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I answer with a shrug. She is reaching.

I like Speck but I like Embry more. You know what they say, curiosity kills the cat. Shit like this is why I need to get Embry away from everybody. I’m seconds away from snapping.

“Why haven’t you left with all the other royal staff,” I ask, changing the subject.

“You should have been one of the first to be transported.”

“Why do you think,” she sasses, while looking over her manicure nails like they are the most important thing in the world. “Who else was going to stay behind to make sure that everything is in place?”

She’s right about that.

“Thank you,” I express while taking a seat. “Now that you have done your job, you’re dismissed.”

“Cool,” Speck responds coolly. “Abigail and a few other slaves have been ordered to stay behind into the last transport just to answer you Kings every beck and call,” she sarcastically adds in, before getting up out of her seat.

This time I’m the one to roll my eyes.

She’s such a weird little fuck.

“Oh, and I almost forgot,” says Speck as she turns the doorknob. “I’ve taken it upon myself to have food delivered to the room with the cute little she-wolf. The same little she-wolf who scent was all over the vehicle that Marko was in, the same she-wolf, whose scent was all over the gear that you were wearing.”

“The same she-wolf, who you protected during the attack, and the same exact she-wolf, who I’m all but certain has just woken up.”

That does it! I’m on my feet quicker than one can blink. Once again, I’m seconds away from losing it.

“And what the fuck are you trying to say,” My monster growls.

She turns to face me and smiles wide. “What I’m trying to say is that you need to get your ass to that cute little she-wolf, right now and stop being stubborn.

From what I was told, last night was tough for her and apparently she means something to you because she smells like your blood,” answers Speck, before disappearing the room.

I groan inwardly while taking my seat. Speck has officially earned the title as inspector Speck.

I said it once and I’ll say it again, she is weird as hell, the true definition of Nosy Rosy, but as away’s she is right.

Something is not sitting right with my monster, but I can’t place my finger on it. All I know is that it has something to do with my beloved.

I find myself standing outside the door of the guest room where she is staying at for a long-drawn-out moment, listening to her heart-beating, like a creep.

I know, I sound like a stalker but the sound of her heart beating is music to my ears.

It calms me.

The lovely sound of Embry heart-beating is my new favorite sound. Everything about Embry has become my favorite anything.

Especially, her eyes. They are my favorite colors.

I start to become slightly agitated when I realize that she is not aware of my presence. She’s a werewolf. She should be able to sniff me out.

Embry is so lost in her own thoughts she is not paying attention to her surroundings, which is a huge no, no.

I could be one of the many vampires inside of this house, who wants to cause her harm, and she wouldn’t even see it coming because she’s clouded by her emotions.

My train of thought is broken as the sound of another heart beating enters my sensitive ears.

Abigail is walking the down hall and by the smell of things, she is bringing my beloved a light meal.

Clam chowder in a rosemary bread bowl, a slice of New York famous Cheesecake and a glass of water. The meal practically screams, Speck requested it.

She always enjoyed the popular dishes that people tend to associate with New York.

The very moment that Abigail notices my presence her big bright and blue eyes widen, and she parts her lips to speak.

Thankfully I beat her to the punch, by holding a single finger up to my nose, silencing her completely.

That one single gesture makes Abigail lower her head with shaky hands. I swear even a church mouse can scare this human.

I roll my eyes and decide that its time for me to face Embry. She may not have been aware of my presence before, but thanks to Abigail's uncontrollable fearful nature I’m sure she is now.

Imagine my surprise when I open the door and realize that Embry still didn’t realize that I was listening in on her.

In fact, she appears to be disconnected from the entire world.

She’s staring at the door, without really staring at the door.

Most importantly, completely unaware of her surroundings. I’m about to say something about her lack of attention span into I stare into her once bright hazel eyes.

The very moment our eyes lock I swear my non-beating heartbreaks.

She looks defeated and broken... Lost.

I figured that she would be upset about her fellow dogs.

I mean about her companions losing their lives but I didn’t expect this.

I didn’t expect her to look so, so, haunted. It takes every ounce of fiber in my body to stop myself from scooping her fragile body into my arms, holding her close to my chest and never, ever letting her go.

“You’re awake,” I question to break the ice.

I knew she was awake for a while now. My monster was just very hesitant to come in. Now, I know why.

When she doesn’t respond I ask her, “How are you feeling?”

I just need her to say that she is okay even if I know that she is not.

I’m that got damn selfish. The warmth returns to her striking, big, and brilliant hazel eye for a mere second.

Then, it disappears from out of my vision faster than lighting can speed across the mid-night sky and the look of disgust that flashes on my beloveds breathtakingly beautiful face, shall forever haunt me.

It places me on edge and sort of pisses me off at the same damn time. Seconds later, Abigail walks into the room with Embry's dinner. Hopefully, after she eats Embry will feel better. I notice that she is one of those girls, who loves to eat.

I wouldn’t be surprised if her wolf decides to present itself at this very moment.

Based upon, our encounter on the plane I know that food is the way to her heart.

My little miss sunshine nearly licked the bowl clean when I bought her some pasta.

The scene was actually one of my most pleasurable moments in my entire life span, but Embry doesn’t have to know that.

I watch her closely for a second, patiently waiting for her eyes to once again brighten.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t happen. In fact, Embry doesn’t react at all and it pisses me off.

I need her to react. When a person reacts that means they care. They still feel and that’s all that matters. I rather have her screaming at me, crying because of me, blushing at me. Anything, other than this. I can deal with anger! I can deal with sadness.

What I can’t deal with is Embry being a ghost of who she really is!

I can’t deal with the shell. That’s just fucking scary! And I’ve never been the type to be scared of anything but yet here I am afraid of Embry silence.

It scares me shitless.

“I asked you a question,” I snap while approaching the bed and searching her face for any sign of emotion.

“How quickly you have forgotten the rules?” I add-in, just to further provoke, knowing damn well she hates my rules. Thankfully, it worked.

Embry’s bright eyes darken and her fragile little jaw clenches. I can see the blinding light of fury slowly, but shortly bringing her back to life.

Jackpot! I did it. I provoked a reaction.

“Fuck your rules," sass my beloved, and I couldn’t be more ecstatic.

It may not be the reaction that I wanted but it’s a reaction. I'm loving it.

So, I allow my monster to present himself to add fuel to her fire, by releasing a small growl.

Of course, the human girl Abigail catches a fright from behind me and the food on the tray comes crashing down.

The sad part is, I don’t have to spare her a single glance to know that she is shaking in her boots.

I don’t have time to scold her about her clumsiness because Embry has my undivided attention.

She’s anger and it’s unhealthy to keep all of that built up anger inside.

I’ll take piss off Embry over stuck in a shadow Embry any day. So, I continue to provoke.

“What did you say to me,” I question, lowering my voice just to make her second guess her choice of words.

For a second, I thought it actually works. The fire in her eyes briefly dissolves before a sudden flame reappears, sparking a new light into her eyes like a burning flame of a candle would lighten up a pitch-black room.

“You heard me,” She tells me, and her chest starts to rise. “Fuck, your kind! Fuck your rules and most importantly fuck you! I hate you!” shouts Embry, to the top of my lungs.

No, she doesn't. She loves me! Girls always say that hate you to the guys that they love.

I watch her closely, waiting for her to continue on with her rant. I can see her temper rising with each passing second.

However, as I continue to watch I start to see something else.

I can see that she is not only mad. She is also experiencing a shit load of pain and I can’t help, but to wonder if I’m taking this to a little too far.

The uneasy feeling that my monster was once feeling has returned with a vengeance.

He snaps at me and tells me how much of an idiot I am.

And as continue to take in my beloved appearance I really do start to feel like a complete idiot.

Embry is not just upset about last night. She is hurting, really hurting. At this moment, she doesn’t need to be tested or isolated. Embry needs comfort.

She is taking all that has transpired harder than I imagined. I open my mouth to apologize for my stupidity but my beloved prevents me from speaking.

“I hate you! I swear on my life that I hate you on everything that I love. I will never, ever, ever, ever in a million years follow any of your stupid rules or your commandments. You are dead to me,” she continues to shout, completely catching me off guard, rendering me speechless.

Fuck... Fuck...Fuck... I’ve most certainly went too far. I stare into the eyes of my beloved like I’m staring at her for the first time.

She has snapped. I mean, yes! I wanted her to show that she has a backbone but I didn't want this.

She is a wolf for crying out loud. I wanted her to show that she was built for this world.

For my world, but my ignorance have done far worst. I’ve broken her trust.

Everyone has a breaking point. This is Embry’s breaking point.

“I Embry Destiny Wilde reject you as my mate!" she spits with such venom, completely taking my breath away, and there is no doubt in my mind that she doesn’t mean every word.

But that’s too bad for her because I’m not letting her go.

"That’s too bad," I tell her exactly how I feel."Because I will never let you go. You belong to me, Embry Destiny Wilde. Your rejection has been denied. Get the fuck over it!” I snap back, also meaning every word.

If my lovely little beloved wants to get rid of me, she’s going to have to try a little harder. Truth is, her rejection does nothing but makes my monster crave her more.

Embry Destiny Wilde isn’t going anywhere any time soon. Like I said, her rejection has been denied. She's stuck with me, rather she likes it or not.

I'm not letting her go.

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