Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King

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Embry’s POV.

My heart increases in speed as I think over this new piece of information. They are brothers.

My mate's brother is the man that killed my cousin. How can I kill my mate's brother?

A sudden and intense heat starts to blaze within my chest. I can feel my sense sharpening drastically, it’s overwhelming. A lot to take in.

I can feel my mind shifting. It’s my wolf.

She’s back.

“Kill him,” she growls, getting straight to the point. Talk about a grand entrance.

“Take control of our body and kill him now,” my wolf demands viciously. She doesn’t sound like herself. Something’s off.

I don’t respond and quickly decide that it may be for the best to block her out. I don’t like how she sounds and I don’t like how she’s making me feel. She’s never been this aggressive.

“You’re weak,” her last word’s catch me by surprise before I shove her to the back of my mind and block her out completely. I can’t believe she would say something like that to me.

“Any she-wolf brave enough to go against me is okay in my book. I think. I can learn to like her,” King Nicklaus's words also catch me by surprise. In fact, they take the cake.

I can’t believe my ears.

“You do?” Cyrus suspiciously questions him and his doubt is well understood. I still can’t believe that The King of All Kings just confessed that he can learn to like me. I mean I know he’s not stating that he does like me, or he will like me but it’s the effort that counts. Right?

“Wrong,” my wolf words breakthrough before I can block her out again. She has never done that before.

How did she do that? What on this Goddess green earth has gotten into her? She is really starting to scare me.

I mean really, really, starting to scare me.

Did I step into a parallel universe or something? First, my wolf has disappeared for a little over 24 hours only to come back acting all hostile towards me, and then The King Of All Vampire’s Kings announces that he can learn to like me. This can’t be real.

I’ve got to be dreaming or something.

My mate movement regains my attention. He briefly touches my arm, sending shocks straight to my heart and quickly dismisses my ridiculous I must be dreaming theory. The sizzling bubbly sensation buzzing inside of me feels too real to just be a simple figment of my imagination.

It feels too got damn good. There is no way that I can just make this type of feeling up inside of my mind.

My train of thought is once again altered as Cyrus removes his hands only to rub them throughout his hair. I can all but see his frustration.

"I think you killed her sister,” He confesses, taking my breath away.

How did he know Kaya and I was related and what makes him think she is my sister? It’s weird, I don’t know why it feels so weird but it does. His words make me feel all creepy on the inside and I don’t know why.

“That’s why she attacked you. I don’t think she is much of a fighter,” he continues on and he’s right.

I’m not much of a fighter or at least I wasn’t. To be honest, I don’t know what I am now. It’s too much happening around me and inside of me. All of this is too much to take in.

I’m just so confused about everything and everyone. I don’t know how to handle it.

“That’s impossible,” replies King Nicklaus. “She is well-trained. All wolves enjoy the thrill of the kill that’s just in their nature.”

I do an inner eye roll. That’s really rich, especially when you consider that he’s the one that moaned like a sadistic psychopath when he ripped out that vampire woman's throat.

All vampires enjoy the thrill of the kill that’s just their nature.

Fucking hypocrite!

“I’ll stay away into she heals. I couldn’t imagine being around the person who took my sibling life,” King Nicklaus adds in. His statement once again makes me question everything.

Is that sympathy that I can identify inside of his voice? I think it is. Why would the man who is rumored to be the most barbaric vampire of them all hold an ounce of sympathy towards me?

I mean he should but why would he?

I try to open my eyes once again just to see his facial expression. I’ve got to see it to believe it but I can’t. My eyes are still not working. Cyrus must have finally found a way to control me.

At that moment, Cyrus's weight shifts as he places his rough but gentle hands down onto my skin.

Both of them sit in silence for a long while into Cyrus decides to speak again. “Embry is different and she will never heal.” He sighs and I can feel the exact moment that he places his golden eyes down onto me. His fiery gaze placed onto me feels like laser beams, marking his claim as he glances over my skin, branding me.

It’s weird. Another thing that’s really weird is the fact that I can feel everything that he does without looking at him.

It kind of feels like our mind, body, and soul are tied to one another’s and are bounded by our connected bonds. In further detail, all of a sudden I can feel this deep-rooted connection like he has accepted me and I have accepted him.

Something has changed between the two of us. I don’t know how or when it happened but something is most certainly different. I wonder if he can feel it too. He has too, or maybe he really did just manage to get inside of my head.

It’s just a hunch, but it’s possible. I think.

My body senses that my mate is about to run his fingers along my skin before he actually does run his finger over my skin, making me shiver and stops my mind from wandering to other places.

All I can think about, see, hear, or feel at this moment is him. His touch consumes me whole. The now-familiar electric fever giving energy sparks an electric fire inside of my soul.

It feels so good. This feels so good. Whatever this might be that is transpiring between the two of us is absolutely terrifying and nerve-wracking actually, but the feeling is also extremely welcoming and satisfying.

“I don’t even think she will ever forgive me. To make matters worse, we are at war with her kind. They will end her if they find out what she is to me she-wolf or not. Not to mention the fact that our kind would want her dead. How can I protect her if she doesn’t trust me, Nicklaus,” he questions and I melt.

Now call me crazy if you must but his choice of words officially stings happiness into my body, like how bumblebees would sting a person to protect their hive.

Cyrus may be an ass. Correction, Cyrus is an ass. He’s a big jerk, but he’s my jerk. All ever wanted to feel from his was to be accepted. That’s it. I just wanted to love him and be loved by him. That’s the way it should be with him being my mate and all. So, yes I melted because of his announcement.

He may not love me just yet, or feel the deep connection that I feel towards him and none of that matters right now.

Hopefully one day his acceptance towards our bond will become something more. I truly do hope that it does but I’m also content with the feeling of knowing that he does care.

He cares about my safety.

He cares about earning my trust. Cyrus cares about me and I care about him. So, why shouldn’t I just give in and accept him? Now, I know that that makes me appear to be weak but I don’t care.

I never cared what anyone thought about me.

“Other than Celine and Kaya,” my wolf voice pushes through, instantly making me feel bad.

“How do you keep doing that,” I question her.

“That’s irrelevant,” she growls. “What you should be asking yourself is how would our love ones feel about you accepting our mate and forgiven Kaya’s killer?”

“Please, stop,”

“No,” she growls again. “You need to listen to me, Embry. Cyrus is fucking with your head. He doesn’t care about us. He doesn’t cherish this bond,” I can feel her attempting to push through and take control over my body. “He doesn’t care about no one but himself. You know that and if that’s not enough thinking about our loved ones.”

“I understand your anger,” I really do. We have a right to be angry. “But maybe we can forg..”

“What about Jenkins, Embry,” she cuts me off and questions me. “He’s motherless because of the monster inside of this car, who happens to be Cyrus's brother. That’s not fair to him,”

“No, it’s not!” I agree with her. “Just please give me time to process my own thoughts,” I beg her. “Please!”

This time she doesn’t respond and I feel her presence disappearing completely. I can also feel her growing resentment towards me. She is not only mad at Cyrus. My wolf is also mad at me.

I don’t get it.

Her loss is my loss. Her pain is my pain. We are one for the most part. We should be comforting one another instead of being at odds. I don’t get it and her resentment towards me hurts, really badly.

But I don’t have time to fully reflect over my wolf actions because King Nicklaus's voice breaks my train of thoughts. “She will learn to trust you, Cyrus.”

“You are a good man. I know how you feel. I’ve been worried about Claire's safety since day one. Our kind will never accept her, but it doesn’t matter to me at this point. I’ll kill anyway to keep her safe and I vow to protect your beloved as well,” the supposed to be monster Nicklaus speaks. Not really sounding like a monster at all.

See? This is exactly why I’m so conflicted. All of these different emotions are confusing me.

“Thank you, brother. I vow to keep your beloved safe as well,” replies my mate.

“I think your little hot-headed beloved may kill me in the process. My adviser overheard Lieutenant Vlad, gossiping about how she handled Azazel. She was born to rule by your side, brave and beautiful.”

And then, suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my chest. I don’t know why I just do. What the hell is going on with me?

I know that I shouldn’t but I do. Cyrus is not expressing his love for another. He is just simplifying showing his respect which is strange as fuck when you think about it. Vampires are not known to praise anyone other than this King Nicklaus guy. So, to hear my mate the ruthless, praising this Claire girl is just flat out interesting.

Who is she? Matter of fact, now that I think about it King Nicklaus did state that their kind will never accept her, meaning she’s not one of them.

What is she then?

I wonder if she hates my kind as much as they do. She is his beloved after all and it appears that she’s has earned Cyrus respect. She just has to be cruel. But then again, I’m Cyrus beloved and I’m nothing like him.

It would be unfair to judge a person that I haven’t met and I won’t. It’s really doesn’t matter anyway, because I’m sure I will find out all there is to know about this Claire person sooner than later.

She is King Nicklaus beloved after all which makes her the vampires rightfully Queen. The entire world will soon be taking all about her.

“What are you going to do about Lady Gwen,” questions my mate and once again regaining my attention, “She will never allow you to claim your beloved in peace.”

A sudden eerie silence fills the car, automatically giving me goosebumps.

Not even a second passes before a wicked powerful presence can be felt, making my skin crawl. My stomach drops and the tiny hair’s on the back of my neck takes a stand. My heart is pounding at an abnormal rate. It’s beating really fast.

It feels like something bad is about to happen. I can’t put my finger on it, but I can feel it in my gut.

“Like I said,” a dark, dangerous, and deadly voice hisses. King Nicklaus, I think. Oh, my Goddess! Now he sounds like the monster that I know that he can be. “I’ll kill anyone to keep her safe,” he declares as the car stops with a loud thud and I swear that the fear of Goddess is placed inside of me.

Something is wrong.

The sound of the window rolling down hits my ears as the cool and fresh winter air dances along my skin.

“What’s wrong,” questions Cyrus, confirming my suspicion. Something is most certainly wrong. He places a firm but gentle kiss on top of my head and then places me down on to the car seat.

I love it when he does that. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside but right now isn’t the time or place to be stuck in Cyrus wonderland. I need to focus on. I need to break whatever spell my mate has cast over me.

My mate exists in the car and I continue to try to fight against his control. It’s a much harder fight without my wolf pushing me through. I know that she would be able to break through with ease but I can’t trust her right now.

She may attack one of them and place both of us in danger. I’ve never thought the day would come when I can’t trust my own wolf.

Now, that’s just sad. I can’t trust myself. I guess I really am damaged at this point.

“Cyrus, take Embry to my safe house,” someone barks, sounding concerned. I think it’s King Nicklaus.

Nah, I take that back. It’s no way on Goddess green earth that King Nicklaus would be concerned about me.

“The drivers have been put to sleep and I’m certain our guards may have been put to sleep as well,” he continues.

“How,” asks Cyrus. “If witches are involved we all should be affected,”

Witches! The last time I checked all the witches were located in New Zealand on the same magical island that prevents anyone from entering or exiting without witch blood. Why would a witch be here?

“I heard rumors about the Lycans Princess,” says an unknown voice.

I don’t know who, but he smells similar to King Nicklaus. I can identify a hint of Cypress but I don’t know if it’s coming from him thanks to my lovely mate who snatched away my sense of sight.

Wait a minute did he just say...

“They say she has magic,” he continues. Oh, my Goddess. He may be onto something. She does have magic.

“Impossible,” shouts Cyrus and King Nicklaus.

Both of them are loud and wrong. The princess is rumored to have magic for many reasons. One of them being is the fact that she can speak what she seeks into existence, like a witch. She is the Chosen one amongst her species. And based, upon what they are describing that can only mean one thing. She’s close by. That means...

“We don’t know what’s been going on in their world,” the unknown voice speaks with a wise tongue. Who is he? He’s a smart man, very smart.

He is maybe a little too smart for his own good. I wonder if he’s a vampire King as well. I do know that cold-hearted King is in North America. If that’s true, and he is who I think he is. Were all doomed. A cold heart and an intelligent mind equal a tornado of clever destruction. At least, that’s what my father used to say to us.

Matter of fact, that doesn’t matter. The Lycan Princess is close by and if she is here so are members of my family.

If anyone gets a whiff of my scent they would come looking and then boom. Cyrus and King Nicklaus equal double trouble. Plus, this unidentified vampire who is to damn smart for his own good would make them a triple threat. Oh, no, no, no!

Another episode of last night will replay. They will slaughter them. My people will fight to their last breath to save me and Cyrus will fight to his last breath to keep me bound in chains.

And his brother. King Nicklaus will drain everything moving to protect his brother for that I’m sure. Things are about to get bloody.

My heart rate drastically increases and images of what happened last night start to flicker in and out of my head. A sudden dreadful feeling consumes me. No, I won’t be able to take another loss. No, no, no.

“You’re right. Cyrus, take Embry to safety. Whatever is going on doesn’t affect us. We will search for Claire and meet at my safe house. If any of the guards communicate with you tell them to go to your safe house, instead. Don’t reveal your location to anyone. Unless you are 100% sure they are trustworthy,” says somebody. King Nicklaus, maybe. Why is he acting so strange?

Before I have a chance to further elaborate my mate fever giving touch graces my skin, once again sparking an electric fire inside of my soul, literally. He lifts me up into his arms and holds me close to his chest before the sound of rushing wind twirls in and out of my ears.

I try to open my eyes again and this time it works. They shoot open and the scene of trees blurring in a rapid speed dance across my line of vision. The moonlight is shining and reflecting off the pure white blanket of snow. The stars are also shining and glistening like diamonds. My sensitive nose intakes the potent scent of Pinewood trees.

I know this area.

As a matter of fact, I can identify this area in my sleep. We are not that far from The North Forrest, just about 40 miles (ca. 64 km) or so away from The Northern Pack territory. We are close to my second home, close to my freedom. All I have to do is attack Cyrus and make a run for it. It would be so easy if he couldn’t catch me before in an unknown scenery.

He damn sure wouldn’t be able to catch me in familiar territory. I could be free.

Free from him.

Free from them.

Finally, free from the bonds and shackles that my mate has forced upon me. Everything could go back to normal. I could escape Cyrus, run back to The Northern Pack, who will most certainly protect me and live a safe of fulfilling life with my family. I could grieve Kaya’s life the right way and live in peace.

You will never be able to live in peace, says the little voice inside of my head. At least, not without Cyrus I can’t. Cyrus gentle and rough like hands suddenly touch my face, washing my thoughts away. His sun golden eyes are blazing brightly as he searches every inch of my face. He is no longer running and seems to be stuck in place.

I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn’t even realize when he stopped or the fact that he stopped at all. There is just to much going on around me.I’m distracted. Cyrus distracts me.

It seems like Cyrus is to blame for everything going on inside my head and around me these days. Every single one of my thoughts always circles around his name.

What’s happening to me?

“It’s the effect that comes along due to you accepting our bond,” Cyrus answers my unspoken question.

“Our bond,” I question him. “Wait, how did you hear something that I didn’t state out loud,” I question him. Did I say that out loud? No! I didn’t say it out loud.

That means... Oh, my Fucking Goddess!

Cyrus doesn’t respond. He just lifts his head up and the look in his eyes confirms the obvious.

Cyrus was in my head. My brain quickly acknowledges. My eyes enlarge and my breath gets stuck in my throat someway. I swear my heart is beating some got damn loud it can be the cause of a million and one different people ruptured eardrums.

And I’m not being dramatic because of the possibility that Cyrus can hear my thoughts is just freaking insane. Actually, it’s just downright creepy.

Well okay, it’s not! Most bonded supernaturals can get into one another head in some shape or form but it’s done by having some type of emotion and physical connection. The bond is formed over time. Sort of like how Celine and I communicated from the Wilde Bond while we were miles away from one another.

But I can’t just reach out to Celine whenever I want or invade her privacy without being granted entry. I can’t even enter my father or sibling's mind without permission and they are blood who happens to be linked to the same pack like me.

It doesn’t work like that.

The last time I checked I didn’t accept anything, and we are not bonded in any shape or form. He had to do some creepy vampire voodoo on me.

“What the freak did you do to me,” I growl. As I jump out of his arms and land down onto my own two feet.

Cyrus still doesn’t respond. He doesn’t even blink. He just continues to stand in place like a got damn statue. Well, he brings life to the night, so it can’t be a statue. I now know exactly what the Hunter Forrest meant when he said I look like a living statue. All Cyrus is missing is some metallic paint.

“Answer me,” I shout. Fuck. He better explain to me what the fuck is going on, or so help me, Goddess, I swear,

“You swear what, Sunshine,”

Once again he manages to take my breath away. Seriously, my breath feels like it has been snatched straight out of my lungs. My heart is racing so fast I believe it suddenly has developed a need for speed.

A triumph smirk starts to spread all across Cyrus's appetizing lips like he knows something that I don’t know. He looks absolutely delicious while standing underneath the radiant moonlight, smirking at me. I wonder how his lips would taste.

What? No, I don’t, snap out of Embry! Snap out of whatever sorcery that my mate has managed to place upon me, I mentally scold myself. But no matter how hard I try. I can’t.

I can’t snap out of this sudden trance. It’s hypnotizing, swaying me to take a step towards him like a palm tree sways in the wind. It’s like Cyrus is calling for me without him actually calling out to me. Our souls are calling out to one another’s. I’m stuck.

There is no way to break whatever is going on between the two of us even if I actually wanted to. I mean I do want to break this spell but I don’t. What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve never felt like this before. The feeling is so foreign I can’t even begin to comprehend it, let alone explain.

I’ve got to make an escape before I do something stupid like hump his leg. Yes, it’s that serious! I continue to try to look away and search for a way to escape but my eyes are locked in place. They are locked onto him.

He’s still smiling while he slowly drenches me in from the top to bottom. Starting with the top of my head, scanning every single detail on my face, then at my breast, on my legs, and he even scans over my bare feet. As if he has never seen me before.

As if this is the first time he has truly looked at me.

This is when I realize one thing. We’re all alone at a clearing, surrounded by pine trees and this invisible force is pulling me towards him, calling for me. Cyrus smiles harder and yet another thing comes to me. I couldn’t run away if I really wanted to and let’s be clear at this point I don’t want to run anywhere other than inside of his arms.

This is exactly what he wanted. Cyrus didn’t want me to realize that he could hear my thoughts into he was absolutely certain that we were all alone. He was testing me.

“That is correct my sweet thing,” admits my mate as he slowly approaches me. “I was listening in ever since you opened your eyes, sunshine.” He continues to confess and now he’s standing directly in front of me. His face is only a few inches away from mine. We’re so close I can feel him on me and he’s not even on my skin. Nowhere near close!

What the hell is going on? I don’t get it. A couple of hours ago I hated him and now, now, I feel like I’m...

“Bound to me,” his cinnamon breath fans my face. “You accepted me and I accepted you. You're bound to me and I’m bound to you. You are mine, Sunshine,” he so boldly declares before smashing his lips down onto mine.

Hey, love bugs. I’m sorry about the late update. I’ve been a little under the weather. My next update shall be Friday. Enjoy ☀️