Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King

From what I’ve been told this chapter has been highly anticipated. So here we are. Part 1 out of two Bonus chapters from this book that you can enjoy until it is officially published, which I believe shall happen a lot sooner than you think. “Hint” So, I suggest that if you love this story as much as I do that you re-read this book over and over for free while you still have the chance. The second and final one shall be posted next Friday from Cyrus’s POV. Anywho, enjoy.

Unedited.

Embry POV & in media.

“Em Bug, are you okay?” Ask my aunt, Elena from the other end of the door as puke my life away.

“Yes!” I manage to say, no fret you can take a chill pill I’m still not pregnant I so desperately want to add in but can’t find the strength to muster. Instead, I tell her, “I’m just a little homesick,”

“Or more like a lovesick,” my wolf just can’t help but tease. Shut up, I mentally growl seconds before I continue to puke my life away.

Seconds turn into minutes as my aunt decides to ask, “Em bug, is there anything that you would like to tell me. Are you sure that you’re not pregnant?”

Oh, great! I knew it! “I’m certain,” I hold back a growl while flushing the toilet and wiping the rest of breakfast off my face. Once done, I somehow muster the strength to pull myself up, search for a toothbrush, make my way to the sink, wash my face, and finally brush my teeth.

Uhh. Mission impossible complete. This has been my morning for the last past week.

Verbatim.

I wake up every morning to stuff my face with a delicious breakfast just for it to go to waste as I empty out my contents into the handy dandy toilet.

With that being said, I think it’s safe to say that I’m officially sick, not pregnant just sick, and for that I’m certain. It’s been a little over three moons since I’ve seen my mate which means that my treasured chest has been locked and the key has been lost at sea.

“Don’t worry about the twins or Jenkins. I have them covered for the day. How about you take the day off? I’m going to go fetch some hot water, lemon, and ginger,” I hear my aunt say before she takes to leave.

“Oh, there is a Goddess,” I murmur underneath my breath.

“Someone’s cracky,” my calls out my wolf. “What’s gotten into you?”

Ignoring her, I open the bathroom door which leads to the room that I’m currently occupying y to prepare for the day because no matter how bad I feel. Apparently, an Alpha, nor queen doesn’t have the time to be sick. In other words, I’m expected to carry out my duties either way.

With that being said, I grab the remote to flick on the television before entering the massive walk-in closet on the other side of the room.

My eyes scan over my wardrobe as the sound of Cindy Lou Knows You voice enters my sensitive ears. “Yes! Ladies Esmerelda is a fan favorite indeed, who has seemed to bewitch the malicious King,” a small smile finds its way to my lips as I take her words in. For the first time ever, Cindy Lou Knows You seems to know what she’s talking about.

Claire has been filling me in about Marcellus on camera and off camera romance and trust me when I say that Esmerelda has most certainly managed to bewitch the malicious king.

In fact, he’s head over heels about the girl who seems to want nothing to do with him.

Poor, Marcellus. Out of all kings, he’s the one who doesn’t deserve the mischief that the girl has managed to stir, or does he? There are always two sides to a story, his side, her side, and the truth. Hopefully, I’ll find out sooner than later the truth to the matter.

After I get my affairs in order of course. It seems like a century since we all been together when in reality it’s just been a couple of moons. I miss my girls so much but I miss my mate most of all.

I wonder what’s he’s doing. Does he miss me as much as I miss him? I can only hope.

My sensitive hearing locks onto an unidentified source hand being placed on the doorknob before it turns it and then opens my bedroom door. His refreshingly familiar scent washes over me like a wave as Gutter Butter comes strolling into my room without knocking as always.

I grab an oversized gray sweater from a hanger and then snatch up a pair of black ripped skinny jeans before exiting the closet.

He bows as soon as he spots me and says, “Goodmorning, my queen.” His crystal blue eyes then flicker from my direction into the television screen. “Oh, the new episode is on. I’ve been meaning to catch up but have been so busy.”

“Haven’t we all,” I mumble before heading back into the bathroom to get dressed thanks to my new unwelcomed guest.

“Whelp! Somebody’s grumpy. Which Grinch stole your Christmas?” he laughs out loud.

“The Grinch names Gutter,” I snort.

“I’ve heard that, death trap!” He shouts overtop of Cindy Lou Knows You voice. “No, but seriously Death Trap. What’s gotten into you? You’re not yourself, it’s must be the time of the month. Unless you are pregnant.” He chirps out his last words, earning a vicious eye roll from me in return.

That just seems to be everyone’s response to my attitude change these days, which is rather irksome if you ask me. Especially, when it comes to other wolves who would be able to smell if I was with pup.

For the record, I’m not with pup. I’m just a little overwhelmed, extremely overwhelmed.

Ever since my mate decided to go on the rid the world of hunters tour my days have been topsy-turvy. For starters, each pack’s transgression hasn’t been as smooth as I thought it would be. Originally, I was under the impression that I could spend a single season with one pack, but I’ve quickly learned that when you Alpha nothing ever comes easy.

It seems like I’m needed to solve every difficulty that each pack faced, rather it’s something as simple as coming up with the perfect strategy to ensure that the hunt of prey is successful, or something more difficult as developing a strategy for each governor to follow concerning the defense of each territory against the rogues, who have been attacking pack lands left from right.

On top of that, I’m still expected to oblige in my queen duties as well by, administrating justice, uploading the law, consolating power, and ensuring the peace of vampires and werewolves.

So, yes! I’m overwhelmed, exhausted, and a little cranky. “I’ve been trying my best to be the best Queen and Alpha that I can be but to some of my subjects I’m not doing enough and that also is the least of my worries. To sum it all up, I need a break but most importantly I need my mate.

“You’re doing an amazing job, Embry,” my wolf soothes me as I finally get dressed. “Stop being so hard on yourself. In time, everything shall fall into place.”

“I hope so,” is my response before I emerge from out of the bathroom just to find Gutter Butter laying on my bed, watching television, and drinking the hot water and lemon that I’m more than certain that my aunt left for me. My Furry little friend is cuddled up next to him, also acting like he has no care in the world. Traitor.

Oh, my Goddess! This man, “Don’t you have more pressing matters to deal with other than bothering me?”

“Don’t you,” he smirks, not even bothering to look at me.

Urg! I growl and within a second I’m out of my bedroom, suddenly eagerly determined to start the day.”

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Today has been a long day, productive but long. So far I’ve managed to tackle everything that I’ve been meaning to get a hold of since the last moon, Goddess is good.

I was finally able to sign so lessor documents, see the completion of a few transactions, and establish some new laws.

As my father used to say, “An uneducated person cannot be righteous.” That’s exactly why I was so intrigued by Claire’s idea when she mentioned opening the mixed-species school. With that being said, I’m pleased to announce that earlier this evening I officially opened the application for all youth of North America to apply for a full scholarship, werewolves, Lycans, vampires, and even humans to attend the first time in history mixed-species academy.

The academy is expected to open in the Kingdom of Asia next spring. The multi-million dollar facility will center around liberal arts and sciences philosophy, which shall encourage attendees to ask difficult questions, explore unfamiliar terrain, and indulge in their passion for discovery. Each student will have access to courses, research institutes, and faculty mentors from all over the world.

With across-the globe resources and individualized instruction, it’s shall be the perfect place for students to pursue their dreams and still-to-be-discovered academic interests and the best part about it all is that the commission fee is on me.

Thanks to my mate’s ridiculous wealth, my scholarship program will cover the expenses for two thousand of my subjects to be able to further their education a year. The very thought of all it brings me tremendous joy. It’s one of my most treasured accomplishments.

To add to my joy, I’ve recently received word from my forces that the City of Montreal is finally been secured. I never forget the trip that I took there that also feels like was centuries ago from now. The siege was tough but needed. Still to this day, those memories of that lifeless pup still hunt me. That’s exactly why I’ve sent the army and some volunteers from each pack to establish order, peacefully of course.

They are on strict orders, only to be hostile if they are under attack. With that thought, I pull out my cell phone to text Marko. He’s in charge of the operation and has become one of my most loyal subjects over the last few moons.

Embry: Have you received the shipment of supplies that I sent??

Marko Polo: Yes :) Thank You, my Queen. It’s much appreciated.

Embry: There’s no need to thank me. I refuse to live a life of luxury while so many wolves remain in poverty.

Marko Polo: I know, Lady Katherine would be so proud. :)

I smile and then close my phone after that. I can only hope, I think to myself as I turn to stare at the silvery moon that’s beaming through my office window. The days have been long, cold and harsh in Chesapeake Maryland which makes me long for home even more. I miss the balmy weather of California, I’m so tired of snow. No matter, how pretty a snowflake landing may be.

I close my eyes and allow my mind to drift back to the day when I was having the time of my life on the beach with my friends... with my mate...

Cyrus. Oh, my Goddess! I miss him so much that it hurts. my heart seems to break more and more the longer he continues to be away.

“Please, Goddess, deliver me from hell and return him to me,” I pray, and just like that my prayers are answered. The marvelous scent of mulberry spice invades my senses, taking me to the holy land.

Automatically, my eyes flutter open to looking into a pair of the most fascinating shade of golden eyes string directly into my hazel ones.

“Cyrus,”

He’s here. He’s home.