Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King

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Embry’s POV.

It has been 3 hours, 45 minutes and 32 seconds since I have awakened.

3 hours, 45 minutes and 33 seconds since I’ve been riding inside of the car with my mate.

3 hours, 45 minutes and 34 seconds since Cyrus and I have been conversing about any and everything and 3 hours, 45 minutes and 35 seconds of me experiencing one of the happiest experiences of my life.

When Cyrus told me that he choose to drive, so he can get to know me better he wasn’t kidding. He has utilized every second of our time together for us to properly get to know one another. At first, I was a little hesitant, meaning that I didn’t really engage in the conversation.

I’ve always been good at listening to other people talk and express themselves, but I’m not wonderful at talking about myself. To be honest, I really never opened up to anyone other than Celine or Kaya but Cyrus really does have away with bringing out another side of me.

He started off with small talk, telling me details about himself, like what his favorite color is. Which happens to be black and I found that to be absolutely hilarious. I told him that I thought that his favorite color is black because his souls is black, and he felt like my evaluation of his favorite color was absolutely hilarious. Then, the both of us burst out laughing. We’ve been doing that a lot, finding one another to be absolutely hilarious.

Then, Cyrus started to ask me small questions about myself, like what is my favorite food or like what my favorite color is?

I told him that I don’t really have a favorite food because there are too many delicious choices to pick from. Then I changed my answer and explained that I do have a favorite food for each category. For example, I have a favorite sandwich. A favorite cookie. A favorite fruit and even a favorite pasta sauce but I don’t discriminate, just about anything that is edible is alright with me.

Now, when it comes to colors my favorite color is gray because my wolf is gray. Plus, I love the gray shade of the sky right before a thunderstorm.

Cyrus made a funny face at my answers and then said, “Why do you care about the color of the sky before it’s about to storm?”

And I said that “I love the calm feeling in the air that always comes before a storm. So I love thunderstorms,” and just like that we started laughing and then once again talking about any and everything. I don’t know how our small talk about thunderstorms turned into a full-blown conversation about our lives but it did.

Starting with the pack that I came from, how many siblings I have and I also told him that I was raised by my dad. I didn’t tell them their names because I don’t believe that would be a good idea, with him being a vampire and all but I did stretch to him how important family is to me.

Surprisingly enough, him and I have that in common. Cyrus too is huge on family, but he believes that blood doesn’t make a person family, loyalty does. He also confessed that he has never met his father and that his parents were killed when he was younger.

My heart ached when he said that to me. I know how it feels to grow up without a mother. The both of us have that in common. And I don’t even want to think about growing up without my dad. The very thought of it pains me.

In addition to that, Cyrus has also proven himself to be a great listener. That marks three things that we have in common.

Other than that we are pretty much like night and day.

So I guess it’s fair to say that opposites really do attract.

For instance, Cyrus prefers the city life but I prefer a more simple life. I mean I’ve always dreamed about visiting majors cities but I wouldn’t want to live in any of them. It’s a major difference. Also, Cyrus doesn’t like to swim and I do. I love the peaceful feeling that comes along with waves crashing over my body. Before the current pulls me underneath and towards the ocean floor, or the refreshing tingling sensations that roams throughout my body as I take a dip into the lake on a hot summer day.

It’s really an incredible feeling. Cyrus on the other hand hates it. He made it his point to stretch out how much he hates swimming, especially at the beach. Now, that I think about it that’s most likely the reason he was never seen in the Western Pack territory. Our pack land is located on Gold Bluffs Beach in Northern California, which is a few miles away from Redwood Forrest. The Western Pack barely experiences attacks.

We typically are the ones who lend a helping hand out to the other packs. Mostly, the Northern Pack because of our Wilde wolves connection. However, we also helped out The Eastern Pack a few times, but Luke doesn’t really like to get involved with that pack matters due to their asshole of an Alpha. Now, typically I don’t judge people but that wolf is most certainly an asshole.

I’ve tried to get along with him but his big ole ego along with his perverted remarks, made the task out to be extremely difficult. As a matter of fact, my brother nearly ended his life because of the disrespectful things that was coming out of the Eastern Alpha mouth as he spoke to me.

Ever since then we haven’t helped out his pack and if we do run across The Eastern Pack their Alpha has been forbidden from even looking in my direction. If his eyes roamed in my direction for just a second he would officially declare war.

It was that bad.

Anyway, back to what I was saying Cyrus also likes to play games and I don’t, especially the game by the name of chest. In my eyes, it really a complicated and boring game. My dad use to make Farrah and I play against one another and I always lost. Cyrus disagrees. I’ve got the impression that Cyrus loves the game of chest just as much as I love to paint, based upon how excited he was when he explained the purpose of the game to me.

Ironically enough, he sounded just like my father. Actually, Cyrus reminds me of my father in so many ways. They share the same core values, principles and beliefs, it’s actually quite mind-blowing.

In fact, if circumstances were different I believe it would even be safe to say that the two of them would have been great friends, no matter how strange that sounds its true.

Oh, how I wish so badly that things were different.

“A tree house,” questions Cyrus, for the second time. He has just asked me if I was to build me a house what type of house would I build? Some of his questions have been so strange, fun but strange. They have certainly bought fourth my imagination doe that’s for sure.

“Yes a tree house,” I tell him again. “I’ve always wanted a tree house,”

“Why would you want a tree house,” he asks, while placing his free hand down on to my hand. I blush as my heartbeat starts to go all crazy inside of my chest, and then I shiver. Cyrus has been doing that a lot, touching my hand, making me blush and then shiver. My face must have turned 50 different shades of pink by now.

“Embry,” he calls out.

“Yes,”

“Why do you want a tree house,” he asks me again.

Oh, yeah the tree house. I turn around to look out of the window and point at the passing trees, “Look at that,” I tell him.

“Look at what,” asks Cyrus, as his eyes briefly flickers in the direction of my finger.

“Look at the trees,” I point out. “Look at how they appear to touch the sky but also sit beautifully down on to the bed of snow,” I explain. “It’s absolutely beautiful, almost magical. Could you imagine watching the pure white snowflakes fall from the sky while sitting in a warm, floating sanctuary,” I ask, “Or waking up at the crack of dawn to have a hot cup of tea and tasty breakfast treat while hanging out in the trees,” I ask him as a small smile begins to form on my lips.

I can literally imagine the beauty of it all inside of my head. The beauty of living in the middle of the wilderness.

“Now, that would be amazing,” I say, while turning back around to face him. “I’ll wake up early in the morning and take a nice hot bath filled with wildflowers. Then, I’ll spend my entire day just sitting outside my tree house, reading, painting, and just watching the snow fall from out the sky. A life as such would be extraordinary one. I’ll be able to paint so many magical portraits there,” I say, with a dreamy sigh.

“That would be quite the picture,” agrees Cyrus underneath his breath. After, that we sit in silence for a while. Cyrus looks like he’s focusing on the road and lost inside of his own thoughts.

So, I decide to leave him be and place my focus back onto the passing scenery. A life like that would be extraordinary I think again before my mind starts to wonder about other things like where we are going. He refused to tell me, but he did explain to me why we haven’t seen any cars or signs of civilizations.

Apparently, before the Awakening war there were over 200 tunnels built underneath North America. Cyrus explained to me that before vampires revealed their existence to the human world that most of them used to live inside of those tunnels underneath the human cities but that’s story for another time.

Anyway, after the war Cyrus bought the tunnels to the surface. He knocked down just about anything that was built on top of them and turned the special tunnels into special roadways to travel all across North America.

According to him, only a hand full of his people have access to the roadways or tunnels that he didn’t bring to the surface and that consist of his special officers, governors, adviser, the other vampire Kings, and members from his household.

He also placed checkpoints in between the roadways to make sure that no unwanted vampire’s, human’s, or any other species could pass through undetected.

Now, most people would think that Cyrus was telling a big fate lie. I mean seriously, who would really believe that there is secret tunnels underneath an entire continent but I’m not most people. Plus, there has always been rumors and speculations about The Vampire King of this continent having some type of secret passageways to get in and out of the city’s unseen. Trust me when I say that it would explain a lot.

Every time one of the packs lead a raid I was told that more toy soldiers would come out of nowhere, each time. Plus, it would explain how my uncles mate randomly disappeared centuries ago.

From what I was told, one minute she was in New York City at the subway station with a few members of the Northern Pack and then the next minute she was gone. They also said, that her scent and any other trace of her ended on the railroad track. Other than that it was like she has completely disappeared off the face of the earth. Celine said, it was like she vanished out of thin air.

It was so long ago but she can vividly remember everything that happened that day. The look in her eyes tells it all. That day was a day full of sorrow, just like most of the days were whenever the vampire have taken something away from my people. They have destroyed a lot of lives but yet here I am riding in the car like nothing has ever happened with the king of all vampires who resign in this continent. Cyrus.

The king who my people hate the most, my mate. That makes me a traitor in my people’s eyes. Cyrus was right when he said to the most barbaric king that they would want me dead. They would hate me and most likely demand that a silver bullet is placed directly into the center of my heart.

However, the more and more quality time that I spend with Cyrus, the harder I fall for him. I wasn’t being over dramatic when I said that just riding in the car along with Cyrus has been one of the happiest experiences of my life. I don’t recall smiling this much in a very long time.

It feels good to be able to talk without fear of speaking out of turn or expressing myself without judgement. I’m only able to be this carefree when I’m around my cousins and that wasn’t that often because they live in the North. Other than that my days are typically dull and spent alone. No one ever knew how down I truly felt... They never really knew how much of an outsider that I truly felt like and sometimes it felt like no one even cared but with Cyrus it’s different.

I feel like I belong with him. He’s has this cool and easy going demeanor and I get the feeling that not too many people get to see this side of him. I feel like I can talk to him about any and everything. The connection is there and it feels like it was always there but I’m just now seeing it. Sort of like an invisible string that was placed around the two of us at birth binding our souls together no matter what life throws our way.

This is destined. Everything about him draws me to him, from his smile to his laughter and even the sound of his voice.

But his smile. Oh, his smile. Just seeing this man smile makes me feel like the rain dried out. It’s like the pot of gold that you find at the end of the rainbow. His smile makes me smile.

It’s contagious.

So, yes this feels good.

Now, that I found him or more like now that he has found me I don’t believe that I will ever be able to walk away from him no matter what anyone else has to say or think about me. Whenever I’m with Cyrus I feel complete, it’s like this magnetic pull that I’am unable to get enough of. I know that my wolf can feel it too, but she refuses to acknowledge the truth.

She has still been MIA. However, Cyrus and my conversation has proven to be a great distraction from the void that I’ve been feeling in my heart.

It’s his presence. My body craves him. I crave every part of him from his beautiful mind to his darkened soul, and his haunting touch.

I really crave his skin on top of my skin.

In this short period that I’ve spent around him I find myself absentmindedly reaching out to touch him whatever chance I get, and he seems to do the same thing every chance he gets.

Just like now, he’s gently running one of his fingers across my left hand. My heart starts to flutter inside of my chest once again and I shiver once again.

How can something so bad feel so good? I shouldn’t be this accepting when it comes to him or so quick to forgive him for everything he has done. Being this way with him is unhealthy.

Most of Cyrus actions have bought fourth tremendous pain to a lot of people that I love. He has done such terrible things.

Cyrus was given the title ruthless king for a reason. But I can’t help the way that I feel about him or the way that I feel when I’m with him. I’m helpless, hopeless when it comes to him.

I’m just conflicted. Extremely, conflicted and confused when it comes to my feelings about him. This is toxic.

“What’s troubling you, Sunshine,” suddenly questions Cyrus. His golden eyes are filled with curiosity while he glances over in my direction.

“Nothing,” I lie as I steal a glance at him. He’s so handsome it hurts. How could I ever walk away from that. Oh, Goddess! What is a girl to do?

“You’re really a horrible liar, Sunshine,” Cyrus tells me, but after that he goes back to being silent and I can’t be more grateful. Another thing that I’ve learned about my mate is that he is very persistent.

He has away with getting information out of others, one way or another. Which, make’s me begin to wonder if all the rumors about him and the barbaric king exchanging torture methods hold some sort of truth.

It is said that Cyrus is the King of torture. My eyes flicker in the direction of Cyrus feather but rough like hand that’s currently placed down onto my left hand. Whenever he touches me this intensifying rush of pleasures travels through my entire frame to the point that I shiver, every time, but..

“Embry,” suddenly says Cyrus, “Stop overthinking thinking things,”

“I’m not overthinking things,” I lie. Well, half lie because whenever I begin to think about anything he does something to switch up my train of thought. Each Time!

Cyrus brings my hand up towards his lips and then plants a soft kiss down onto my skin. I shiver. See what I mean?

“Okay,” his says in mock agreement.

“Okay,” I repeat in surprise. “Okay, not your legendary Sunshine you’re a horrible liar remark,” I question him.

“There is no need to repeat the obvious,” he teases with a smirk. That smirk! The one that does strange things to me.

I’m just about to tease him back when a big red light suddenly flashes in my parallel vision. My eyes flicker up to look out if the windshield window and comes in contact with a huge concrete wall that’s placed in the middle of the roadway. There are about twenty of so black tinted SUV’s on this side of the wall but I can see that there are twice as more on the other side.

There is also a group of toy soldiers. So, far I counted around forty, maybe fifty but most certainly more than a hand few.

Each and everyone of them are very big and threatening looking. These guy’s look a lot more scarier than the first group of toys soldiers that I’ve encountered. I mean all of them scream ready for action, but these guys scream TTG.

In further elaboration, they are train to go.

From a far, I can see that that the toy soldiers are packing with real big guns, very big guns.

As we draw closure I catch the glimpse of a tunnel behind the concrete barrier and toy soldier roadblock.

“Your Highness,” addresses on of the toy soldier as Cyrus stops the car at the barrier and roll down the driver seat window.

Cyrus respond’s to the toys soldier respect with a single nod.

“You will be please to know that your demands have been met,” continues to report the toy soldier.

“Indeed,” simple responds my mate and then the toy soldier bows once again. Actually, all of the toys soldiers big and bulky frames are now crunched over in a bow. It’s really a strange sight to see.

Really, strange.

“Why are they bowing,” I whisper down into Cyrus ear.

“They are bowing for you, Sunshine,” Cyrus whispers back before proceeding past the barrier and down into the tunnel.

The ride through the tunnel was unadventurous and uneventful.

There wasn’t anything to see because everything was pitch black.

There are two SUV’S filled with toy soldiers in front of is and two of them behind us.

My wolf decided to present herself when we first entered the tunnel but was gone by the time that we existed. She ignored me and was focusing on our mate. I felt like a predator, waiting for the right time to strike the entire time. It was scary.

But thankfully she didn’t attack him. I guess she was just on guard.

I could feel the mistrust that she has for him flowing throughout my veins. Cyrus seemed to be oblivious to her presence, which is weird and when I asked him about it he seemed to have no clue that she was even present in the first place.

He said that my eyes didn’t flash golden the entire time, and he didn’t feel her aura. Now, that is just strange.

I decided that it maybe for the best to let it go and let her out to run freely the moment we get to a safe place. It’s about time that I face her. Plus, my body is starting to feel all cramped up due to sitting in this car for a long period but right now I’m not complaining.

No, I’m not complaining at all. In fact, I’m currently stuck in a state of complete awe thanks to the sight before me.

The city of Vancouver, Canada.

“Wow,” I say for the seventh time as we zoom through the city. My face is pressed closely against the window and my eyes are open wide in amazement. “This is beautiful,” I also say for the seventh time.

“Not as beautiful as you,” chuckles Cyrus for the seventh time.

After our brief exchange of dialogue he drives further and faster throughout the city and I remain staring at the scene before me with wide eyes.

The entire city is surrounded by snow-capped mountains and a flawlessly gorgeous deep blue sea. Absolutely, gorgeous. The nature is unparalleled and is by far the greatest thing that I’ve encountered. The buildings inside of the city are equally beautiful. Actually, they are magnificent including the tiny colorful shops that are also a sight to be hold.

To sum it all up, this city is simply overwhelmingly beautiful.

The entire city is lovely and that also includes the vampires who are currently roaming through the busy street.

Each one of them appears to be flawless.

My eyes scan over the sea of many faces. I’m quickly able to determine that some of these beautiful people are actually human, but they don’t look unhappy or ready to bolt like the slaves back in New York City did.

Not at all, these humans appear to be much happier. Well as happy as could be expected.

The moment that someone spots our car, the vampires and human alike place their focus onto our vehicle and watch us drive pass. Some of them even stop what they are doing to bow, showing their respect.

It is so strange. I don’t believe that I could never get use to someone bowing at my mate. Ever!!

By, the time that we exit the city and start to go towards what appears to be a more suburban neighborhood surrounded by a forest the sun has began to sink behind the mountains top. We pass a collection of beautiful mansion but one in particular sticks out like a sore thumb. Of course, it’s the biggest one on the block completed with a golden gate and a long circular driveway.

Plus, this house no doubts have the best view of the snow covered mountain top and the frosted pinewood forest. I’m almost 100 percent certain that this dream home belongs to no one other than my mate and that this will be my new place of residence for the time being.

That’s into he surprises me by turning up a barely visible road that brings us towards the back of the house and leads us up a snow covered hill. Around five minutes or, so I can see that we are going up the mountain and the further the trees appear to become more closed-knit.

Second’s, later we are surrounded by nothing but trees and by the time we get up the mountain top the road and sun has completed disappeared. However, the sky is still bright, light blue maybe and filled with stormy snow-white clouds. It’s magical.

Now this is what you call beauty. Almost, unbelievably beautiful. This place and city is just so cool.

“I take it back, ” I suddenly say to Cyrus in the same moment that he stops the car. The road has officially ended, and we are in the middle of nowhere.

“You take what back,” he asks, while climbing out of the driver seat. I watch him move to open the trunk, grab something out of it and then head over towards my side of the car.

“Here,” he says while opening the door. Cyrus then give me pair of black fur boots. Surprisingly, enough they are my size.

I’ve almost forgotten that I was just wearing socks because of how conformable they are. If I had it my way I would wear socks instead of shoes all day. To be honest, I can if I wanted to thank to my wolf gene.

But I think that it would appear to be rather savage looking if walk around bare foot or with socks on all day.

“Thank you,” I tell him before sliding into the conformable pair of boots. Matter of fact, I’m fine with these. They are really smug.

“I take it back when I said that I don’t want to live in the City,” I continue to advise, as Cyrus helps me get out of the car.

“I knew that you would say that,” responds Cyrus with his devilish smirk. “Vancouver has always been famous for being one of the world’s most beautiful cities,” he educates. “A lot of members from the wealthy vampire houses and a few members of the powerful vampire house’s own properties here.”

“This is the second heaviest guarded City in my Kingdom,” he continues to explain.

“And why is that,” I can’t help but to ask.

Cyrus doesn’t respond right away, but he does take my hand and begin to lead me through the forest.

The toy soldiers have existed the SUV’s as well, but they aren’t following us, if anything they appear to be scouting the area.

The weather is chilly and I love it. Nor, am I bothered by it thanks to my wolves gene.

“We have a private academy here for the youth in the wealthy houses and powerful houses. There are also a few students who don’t belong to either house who attends but their parents most likely are filthy rich, or received a scholarship,” he begins to explain.

“There are only two academies like this in the world. One here and the other one is located on the outskirts of Washington D.C,” he tells me something new.

“I never knew that,”

“You weren’t supposed to,” he tells me and I don’t respond because it’s makes sense.

Vampires are just as protective over their young as us werewolves are about our pups. So, I get it.

We continue to walk in silence after that. I don’t mind it though. I love the comfortable silence that always comes after Cyrus and my conversations. Cyrus gets that I’m not really a talkative person.

With that being said, I take this moment of silence to view my surroundings.

The sky is becoming darker with each passing second. We are surrounded by all trees and are walking deeper into the forest. My eyes scan down to view the blanket of snow that liters the forest floor. The blanket of snow is untouched. It’s evident that no one comes to this part of the forest.

Not long after, I see lights coming from the opening in the trees.

My head lifts up and my eyes grow wider. Oh, My Goddess! No way.

I was wrong. The lights are not coming from the opening of the trees. No, not at all. They are coming from the tree.

Here before my very eyes is a huge house that sits in the middle of the forest and connected to the house is..... A tree house.

An actual tree house. Oh, my Goddess!

I turn to face Cyrus with bright wide-eyes, "I take it that you like our place of residence for tonight, Sunshine," he says to me with a soft smile.

Is he kidding? Is the first thing that comes to my mind! He bet not be kidding is the second thing. Oh, no he's not kidding is the last thing. Oh, my Goddess! This man!

I can't stop myself from releasing an exciting scream!

I know most of you are waiting for the plot twist or Embry’s big character shift. Trust me when I say it’s coming and it’s coming fast. I’m the queen of character progression after all, just wait on it.