Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King

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Embry’s POV.

(Recap)

“You taste so..” he goes to finish when out of nowhere a sudden flash of electrifying energy strikes twice within my chest, like lightening almost bringing me down to my knees.

Followed by, a thrilling sensation sizzling throughout my skin and then loud thunderous applause of power beginning to zap throughout my blood.

What the heck? I never felt anything like it! I think to myself as my hands go flying overtop of my racing heart or have I...

Matter fact, I have or at least I think I have back at King Nicklaus estate, right before the cold-hearted King arrived.

Wait a minute! Oh, my Goddess! No, it can’t be. Oh, my Goddess! My eyes nearly pop out of my socket, as a new realizations dawn on me.

I believe that the extraordinary sensation isn’t a sensation at all.

“You’re right,” howls my wolf. “It’s an alarm that tells our mate that another powerful an extremely deadly predator is on the horizon. Sort of like a warning, ” explains my wolf, and judging by Cyrus now crimson red eyes, she might just be right.

“Wait! So the cold-hearted vampire King is here?’” I seek more of my wolf council.

“No,” my mate answers instead. “It’s Luscious the King of South America,”

In a blur, Cyrus lift’s me up from off the floor and the next thing that I know is that we’re back in the master bedroom and I’m sitting comfortably in a position on the foot of the bed.

Well, that was fast.

Cyrus is already inside of the gigantic walk-in closet at this point.

“Stay inside of this room and don’t come out until I tell you that it is safe to,” orders Cyrus the moment he exits the closet. He is now wearing a pair of black designer biker jeans with an equally expensive black v-neck, and an even more expensive leather jacket to top everything off.

Oh, Goddess! He looks hot.

“But,”

“There are no but’s,” he cuts me off with glowing red eyes now standing in front of the bedroom door.

Talk about mood change, I think to myself.

“He’s not talking to either one us at all,” states my wolf before making her presence known.

“I don’t know who the hell you think that you’re talking to, Cyrus. But I do know one thing, you’re sure as hell not talking to me, nor my human-like that,” She huffs out while storming over in his direction.

“I don’t have time for this shit,” he snaps going for the doorknob.

“Make some,” my wolf snaps back and within a second she’s directly in front of him slamming the door shut, standing in place watching our hauntingly handsome mate crimson eyes shift from crimson red orbs into a pool of liquid gold.

“We are your equal, not one of your subjects, and don’t you ever forget that,”

“How could I ever?” He flashes that Goddess blessing smile of his as his eyes bare straight into our soul. “You are my queen,” he says. “You will never answer to anyone, not even me,”

What the Goddess? First, he was just ordering us around like we are some sort of pup and then he says something inspiring like that.

He is so bipolar.

“As, fuck,” my wolf chimes in towards me before she says to him, “And don’t you ever forget that, again.”

“I won’t, my love. I won’t, and that’s a promise,”

Cyrus then places a single finger underneath our chin, lifting it with ease. When he touches us our entire body shivers but it’s not our fault. You can blame that on the effects of our bond or better yet the Gods and Goddess fault.

Yup! It’s their fault.

“I love you, Embry,” he says.

“I love you too,” says my wolf before allowing me to take back control over our body, which most likely means that she is satisfied with this outcome.

“I know, my love. Trust me, I know. Although, I can ensure you that I love you more and that’s exactly why have to do this,”

“No,” howls my wolf, catching on to his words but before either one of us could react he says two words as his bloodshot red eyes once again bares into our soul, “Play dead,”

Cyrus POV.

I swoop my sleeping beauty up into my arms just in time, catching her right before she hits the floor. She allows her head to fall onto my shoulders as I carry her to the bed. Our bed and then I tuck her in tightly before planting a single kiss down onto her forehead.

I once again utilize my power to compel supernaturals to compel her. Now, I know that my actions may seem cruel, calculating, and most certainly hitting below the belt, but trust me when I say that it’s for Embry’s best interest. Better yet, it’s for every soul that walks this hell of a world that we live in best’s interest because if anything happens to her, every single soul that exists after her shall perish, shortly after.

Embry’s life is extremely precious to me. Her very existence should be the most precious gift to everybody because the rest of the world’s survival truly does depends on her life. She’s the world’s new guardian angel, Goddess gifted blessing to everyone.

Amen.

And that’s exactly why I have to keep her far, far, far, away from Luscious because the last time that I allowed one of my so-called brothers around my beloved she almost paid for it with her life and that is a mistake that I’ll never allow to happen again. That’s exactly, why I’m about to kill him.

I warned him to stay the fuck away from my beloved while he handled his business in my Kingdom, but of course, the barbaric fool decides to completely disobey my orders.

Oh, well! All I can say is that in the next couple of minutes it will sure as hell suck to be him.

Suddenly, my sensitive ears lock’s onto the very man of the hour storming through my door.

Whelp! I guess his predicted death that was supposed to happen at any minute has just officially turned into a few seconds.

Within the next second, I zoom downstairs, placing myself directly in front of him.

“Hello, brother,” he greets as my fist goes flying straight into his jaw.

“Hello, brother my ass,” roars my monster, ready to hammer his ass.

Within a blur, he slams me into the wall, and then next his fist is the one that goes flying straight into my jaw.

Within another blur, I slam him into the wall, and then my other fist also slams straight into his jaw. Followed by a swift, knee kick to his gut. Then, a quicker than quicker uppercut, hitting him directly in the nose.

“You stupid little bitch,” my monster roars before going for another attack but before he does an unexpected guest comes running straight through the door.

Oh, Fuck! He’s bought reinforcement and his weapon of choice is deadly.

“Cyrus Ettore The Third,” snaps my dear aunt Katherine. Yes. The bitch decided to bring my aunt, fucking wimp. “Let your brother go, right now,”

“Yeah, Cyrus,” mocks Luscious, bitch ass. “Be a good little boy and let your brother go,”

This bitch my monster roars within but nonetheless, we do exactly what we’re told to do and let my so-called brother go. Yeah, I know! Now, I’m the one behaving like a little bitch but I said it once and I’ll say it again no one, I mean no one messes with my aunt, not even me.

“Good boy,” says Luscious as he picks his face up from off the floor.

“This isn’t over and that’s a promise,” I snap at him before placing my focus on to my aunt. “What is the meaning of this?” I question her. “This was supposed to be,”

“Watch your tone,” she snaps, drawing closer.

“Yes, my not so lovely mate, watch your tone,” says another voice from behind me. The sweetest voice. Oh, double fuck’s! I think to myself but, before I have a chance to turn around and face her two gentle hands are placed onto my neck and then I feel it crack.

Embry’s POV.

A broken promise result’s into a broken neck I think myself as Aunt Katherine, King Luscious, and I sit quietly in my mates office, patiently waiting for him to awaken from his deep slumber. The two of them are chit-chatting amongst one another as I stare blankly at my heartbreakingly handsome mate from the other end of the room.

Yes! I broke his neck and he’s still sound asleep like a newborn pup and no I don’t regret it, justice is served. That is exactly what he gets for wooing me, feeling my head with all of these pretty little thoughts, and then in the same breath turn around to tell me to play dead.

Play dead! Hm... Well, at this moment he’s the one playing dead while the rest of us are here waiting for him to be revived. Ass hole.

“Someones developing a potty mouth,” teases my wolf. “The bond is working quicker than I anticipated, or has the call finally arrived for you to answer,” she says for the second time.

“What is that supposed to me?” I ask her. Yet, again but her presence disappears without a response just like it did before I snapped our mate’s neck.

Oh, yes about, that. My wolf didn’t have anything to do it with it at all. It was all me.

After our not so lovely mate attempted to compel us to play dead.

Keyword: Attemped because let’s be clear his compulsion didn’t work on us not even for a second. I just decided to play along with his tactics, pretending to play dead just so I could do exactly what I did and that was showing him exactly how it feels to be attacked by your other half.

Now, we’re even but back to what I was originally saying. Once, my wolf and I figured out that his compulsion doesn’t affect us she said something about the bond and a call, but she downright refused to tell me what that meant.

At the time, I didn’t bother to questions her further because I was to busy planning my revenge on Cyrus but now...

“And that’s exactly what I meant just think about it for a second, Embry,” suddenly says my wolf. “Since when have you ever cared about getting revenge on anyone, not that I’m complaining because you officially just kicked ass but still. Revenge isn’t in your character. That’s not who you are, especially without my sway,”

I look around the room as I think over my wolf observation. Not even a second, can pass before I realize that she is one hundred percent right. Oh, my Goddess! I think to myself as my eyes nearly pop out of my head.

“You’re right, I don’t. At least, I never have before but that,”

“Felt so good, I know. Trust me! That’s what you call animalistic nature, a more aggressive state,” my wolf tells me.

“So what are you saying? Did you take over without my knowledge or consent,”

“No, Embry that was all you, or maybe the bond or maybe the call. I don’t know but one thing is for sure and two things are for certain. You were the one to take our sweet revenge into your own hands, you. I’ve never been so proud,”

“What do you mean about the bond or ca-,” I start to question her but I’m cut off but one of the sweetest voices ever.

“Are you all right, my dear?” questions Cyrus dearest sweet Aunt Katherine as I realize that she and King Luscious eyes are now glued on me.

“I’m fine. I’m just tired,” I lie with a smile, a fake smile and King Luscious seems to believe me, or better yet he just doesn’t care.

Aunt Katherine on the other hand seems to feel otherwise.

It’s as though she knows that I’m far from fine. Nonetheless, both of them continue with their conversation after aunt Katherine looks at me sadly and squeezes my arm. She knows something as well. I can feel it, but as my father used to say there is a time and place for everything. Now, isn’t that time.

With that thought, I place my focus on something else, or more like someone else. King Luscious. I lift my head to look at him just in time to once again catch him briefly and swiftly watching me with unconcealed interest. I’ve caught him looking at me several times when Aunt Katherine wasn’t paying attention, which is so weird.

And I know that I should be creeped out but oddly enough I’m not. I feel drawn to him and I know that he feels drawn to me too.

I can’t place my finger on why I am but I do feel it. Connected. It’s so weird.

In all honesty, I’ve been trying to truly evaluate him and identify the strange connection, but I’ve been too afraid to look at him because of the dangerous and very lethal energy that beams all around him. It’s downright frightening. He’s frightening. He’s extremely terrifying.

Although, he doesn’t appear to be any of the sorts if we begin to discuss him in the looks department and let me just say that he is astonishingly attractive, exceedingly easy on the eyes. Now, I understand why all of the older wolves constantly stated how dangerously deadly it is to look into the eyes of this particular vampire king because just one look into them can even take a mated she-wolf breath away...

The first thing that I noticed about him is how his sun-kissed skin appears to be too smooth to touch, which does nothing but brings out his very unusual eyes. Speaking of which, his unbelievably beautiful eyes are deeper than deep dark chocolate.

His dark bronze hair heightens his well kept dark facial features as well.

They are deeper than deep dark chocolate brown eyes are that unbelievably beautiful.

He looks like he’s in his mid-twenties though I am well aware that his tortured soul has graced this earth for many, many, and many more centuries. He too is heartbreakingly handsome, just like all of the other vampire King are rumored to be and for good reason to. Yes.

King Luscious is most certainly is easy on the eyes. Plus, he smells amazing, which makes him the total package. His natural scent is sweet, woody, fruity, and floral like rosewood but topped with expressive cologne. So that makes him smell like rich rosewood.

“Yes, he does,” growls my wolf. “He smells good enough to eat,” she finishes and I’m just about to tell her about her self when a menacing growl feels the air.

Oh, snap! Cyrus is awake and he’s not happy at all. He’s furious in fact and the viscous growl that he just released was nothing but pure possession, meaning he just caught me eye-raping his friend.

“Brother,” the sound of his heart dropping voice invades my thoughts as I snap my head in his direction.

“Don’t worry, sunshine. I’ll be sure to remind exactly who you belong to before series,” he promises, and trust me when I say that, that particular promise shall not be broken.

I can hear it all in his voice. Oh, my Goddess! I gulp.

Out the corner of my eye, I can see King Luscious deeper than deep dark chocolate eyes once again stalking me and an unconcealed smirk stretches out across his lips devilishly handsome face, which causes Cyrus to growl ten-time louder, inside my head. King Luscious smirk’s harder and then winks at me as if I’m his source of entertainment, which is impossible because Cyrus and I are having a mental conversation.

Unless...

“Cyrus,” calls out King Luscious as my mate lifts himself from off the sofa, officially gaining everyone’s attention. “It’s nice for you to finally rejoin us we’ve been waiting for you. By the way, how’s your neck,’”

“Luscious,” warns Aunt Katherine.

“Now let’s not be so cavalier about it, Luscious. We already know what happened during our little one on one,” my mate handles his own as he jumps up and fixes his leather jacket.

At that moment, every single pair of eyes inside of this room turns to face my mate, but my mate flying fire orbs are locked onto one person and one person only. Me. And all I can do is double gulp.

Actually, I triple gulp. This isn’t good.

“No my love, it’s not,” his words are once again inside of my head.

Cyrus is now coming for me.

His resolute expression informs me that I’m in deep trouble. I’m pretty sure that everyone can hear my heartbeat right now, it’s pounding. For him, it always beat the loudest. I feel like he’s the one about to snap my neck or break my back as he fulfills his promise. Barely, controlled belligerence within every step he takes.

He wraps an arm under my knee and another arm under my back. Smoothly, lifting me from off the red velvet modular sofa and strides to the front of the office. Then he takes a seat behind his dark oakwood desk before placing me down onto his lap. He places his mouth on to the back of my neck, causing the tiny strands of my hair to stand.

I can feel his fangs piercing my skin and his lock ness monster pokes through his biker jeans.

Oh, my Goddess! I feel like I’m gonna faint.

Meanwhile, Aunt Katherine and King Luscious are just watching us with open amusement. All in the while, my mate’s beautiful face remains unemotional, aloof, and morose and I’m sure that we all can sense that he’s extremely annoyed.

Oh, Gosh! I’m trying so hard not to fidget but Cyrus lock ness monster is making it impossible as he silently pokes through his master pants. Now, this is what you call an awkward situation.

“Are we just going to sit in silence forever or is someone gonna tell me why you’re all in my home?“Cyrus almost roars, suddenly breaking the silence by bringing the ice.

I make a face at the tone of his voice, remember tone is everything, and so does his aunt.

“Now you listen here young man, you might be a King but I’m the King’s mother. Your mother and I expect you to treat me as such,” she says quietly. Surprisingly, her voice is well measured.

I’ve got to give it to her. She really is such a lady because if I would have raised my voice at any one of the elders in my pack my dad would have ensured that I never would again, silencing me permanently.

“With all due respect, Matusa,” my mate answers with hooded eyes but most importantly a lower voice tone. ” You will always be welcomed in anyone of my homes because what belongs to me is entitled to you, but today belongs to Embry. As we both know yesterday was my bonding tonight, this was our moment. All I want is some alone time with my beloved. Is that too much to ask for?”

Aunt Katherine’s almond eyes immediately soften as well as mine. Oh, my goodness. Oh, my gracious. He’s so devilish sweet. One minute he’s hot then the next he’s cold. One minute you’ll want to smack him and the next second you’ll want to kiss him.

The point is that when it comes to Cyrus you can’t live with him but yet you can’t live without him. I can’t live without him. Ever.

“No, it’s not, my love. Not at all,” Aunt Katherine’s voice draws me back in. “Although, we truly do have important matter’s to discuss that’s why we’re here,”

“Plenty of important private matter’s,” King Luscious chimes in. His once deeper than deep dark chocolate eyes now appear to be dark black soulless holes as he fixes them on me. “I believe that this is where you take your leave. This is a private family discussion,”

“Embry’s not going anywhere,” my mate comes to my defense nearly jumping up out of the seat and taking me with him.

“Oh, yes she is,” King Luscious spit’s through clench teeth with now glowing ruby orbs.

“No! She’s not,” Aunt Katherine comes to my defense but most importantly deading the argument before it could even official begin. “She’s is his family. She’s his mate. It gets no closure. She has a right to know what’s going on. This matter involves us all. The council is a threat to us all, we’re all in the grave danger,” she continues as King Luscious gets up from where he’s sitting to stand by the window.

Almost instantly my heart rate increases before skipping a beat.

The council! The council? Oh, no the council that’s not good at all. Whenever my father talked about the vampire council he always started off with one word, “Death,” that’s it, that’s all. Death to anyone that defies them and that doesn’t disclude the vampire King’s, not even the King of all vampire King’s, Nicklaus and he’s the council leader Apollyon, son. So, yes Aunt Katherine is one hundred percent correct

So, but it seems that I’m the only one who cares about this threat, especially when my mate is bought into the equation. In fact, he seems to be completely unbothered. His mood is nonchalant, unbothered. He’s relaxing as he trails a single finger down the middle of my arm as if he’s trying to soothe me.

King Luscious on the other hand seems very tense. It’s clear that doesn’t like Aunt Katherine’s remarks but it’s obvious that he will respect her wishes one way or the other.

Nonetheless, King Luscious’s actions don’t help ease the atmosphere at all. There’s so much tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

" Very well then,” he grounds his teeth and both of his hands ball up into a tight big fist.“Let’s get to it then, I’m going to answer the summons and we think it’s best that you do the same,”

“And why should I do that,” my mate answer calmly, surprisingly. “This isn’t our fight. It’s there, besides the council doesn’t care about any of us King’s and you know it. There are using us to get to what they really want. This is about Claire,”

“Claire,” I snap my head. “What does she have to do with any of this?” I ask but my question goes unanswered.

King Luscious’s entire frame goes stiff as he spits at my mate instead, “It’s theirs. They are our brother’s and let’s not forget you were summons as well,”

The council.

Summons!

Claire!

Oh, no, no, no, no! This isn’t good. This isn’t good at all. The rule of the summons, as I’ve learned from my father a long time ago is one of the vampire’s most definite rules. If you’re summoned by the council, no matter who you are or what species you belong to you must address the call or suffer the consequences, and as far as I know, the consequences are always deadly. There is only one soul on this earth who can refuse the summons and that is the king of all kings himself, anyone else is up for grabs, including the other Kings. Meaning, Cyrus has to address the summons or else.

“You know, like I know the consequences of not answering a summons. Your life is just as at risk as all of our’s,” King Luscious spit’s out, appearing to be rather disgusted.

“You’re right,” Cyrus agrees while nodding his head and sit’s quietly for just a second before he decides to speak. “That’s exactly why I’m not going. I’m done with the rules of this society. I’m done with these so-called bonds of brotherhoods and this political party. I’m done with it all,”

“Oh, shut up! You little bitch,” snaps King Luscious, clearly having enough and decides to take a step in our direction.

“I’ll show you a bitch,” my mate jumps up, nearly knocking me over in the process.

“Enough!” barks Aunt Katherine. “Both of you need to stop this nonsense,”

“He’s the one acting like a fool and for what,” shout’s King Luscious.

Now, standing neck and neck with my mate. His crimson eyes spit fire while Cyrus melting liquid goldening obs spit ice.

“All because he and Nicklaus had a disagreement about their little out of species beloveds. Oh, well! Brother’s fight, get the fuck over it. Fight it again again, yell or shout! I don’t give a fuck, but do give a fuck about the value that we all swore, and I will make sure every last one of you honors it,” shout’s King Luscious.

“Alright!” snaps my mate. “You got it! I’ll honor the stupid value but after that, I”m done. I’m done with you. I’m done with Nicklaus. I’m done with it all, including my crown. I’m done,”