Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King
|21| ~Wreckage~

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Embry POV.

I tell him that I reject him as my mate, and he tells me that my rejection has been denied.

Who says something like that?

“That’s too bad,” He said. “Because I will never let you go. You belong to me, Embry Destiny Wilde. Your rejection has been denied. Get the fuck over it!” He had the nerve to snap back.

Get over it? Who the hell does he think he is?

Rejection Denied, I think not.

Before he can blink, think, or even speak again. I pull myself up from off the bed and I pounce.

That’s right! I pounce on top of him like a cheetah pounces on top of its prey, knocking him down onto the ground with a loud thump.

The gorgeous blonde human to my left releases a top of the lung scream but I’m to got damn pissed off to care.

When I say, I’m mad. I mad. Big mad!

All I can think about is Pay Back! I’m in my zone. Pay attention to everyone, you’re getting a front-row seat to my lecture. Wrath of Embry the menace 101.

“Who the fuck do you think you are,” I shout while punching Cyrus slam in the jaw. I’ve never been the one who believed in domestic violence. Male or female, you should never attack your partner.

But Cyrus isn’t my partner! He is the man that was supposed to be my blessing from my Goddess but end up being my curse.

He is my enemy and it really doesn’t matter because I didn't believe in a lot of things into Cyrus came into my life.

He ruined me, and he will pay for it with his blood.

I know, I sound crazy. You may even believe that I’m past the point of crazy, absolutely insane. But this is what he has done to me. Cyrus has bullied me into making him my enemy.

And what do you with your enemies? You kill them before they kill you! Right? At least, that’s what these monsters has taught me.

The same monsters that I have defended and made excuse’s for just about all of my life are the triggers that have shot me down to the depths of insanity, go figures.

Now, I can only pray to the Goddess for forgiveness because I’m going to kill them all.

Starting with him. He’s the seed of my self-destruction. This is the consequence of my mental collapse.

Cyrus's facial expression screams pure shock. It’s obvious, he wasn’t expecting me to attack him. Well neither did I but yet here I am punching my mate in his face.

He has bought the worst out of me, freaking bully.

“I don’t owe you a god damn thing,” I shout, ready to deliver my next blow. I raise my fist to smash it into his devilishly handsome face.

I swear I’m really starting to hate his face. It would look so much better painted in blood.

Unfortunately, my mate thinks otherwise. He catches my fist in his hand, blocks me, and then rolls over the top of me.

We start to have our own personally roll over challenging, it’s the battle of who can toss over whom.

We continue the game for what seems like forever.

This room is that big, I’m sure we can roll over one another for days.

Suddenly, a sharp object pinches my skin, and a puddle of hot liquid sinks through my shirt.

Cyrus takes the opportunity to his advantage.

He grabs my hands, pins them over top of my head, and then uses his magnificent muscular frame to keep me in place, pinning me down. He’s such a jerk.

Out the corner of my eyes, the human girl gains my attention. She’s shivering and crying, obviously scared out of her mind.

Of course, my mate doesn’t give a fuck.

His neck snaps in her direction, and then he makes it worse by barking at her.

“Get the fuck out of here, before I end you,” spits Cyrus, my unsympathetic mate! He’s such a prick!

The girl nearly trips over her own two feet in her haste to get out of here.

My sensitive ears can hear her heartbeat exploding inside of her chest, even after she is far away from the room, poor thing.

She is petrified of him and I completely understand why.

Trust me, when I say, I know the feeling.

I used to be scared of him too.

Can you blame me? He’s a monster, but not anymore.

Those days are in the past. Long Gone.

I will no longer give him the satisfaction. I wouldn’t be caught dead, giving Cyrus that much power over me. I’ll be damned if I allow him to place another ounce of fear inside my heart.

He’s going have to kill me or deal with me! Either way, I will no longer back down.

I’m wiggling like a worm from underneath him, trying to break free, but he’s not budging.

He digs his fingers deep into my wrist and pushes his body down, applying more pressure.

The skin to skin contact sends chills to travel through my skin. Due to the treacherous mate bond that I’m forced to endure.

Its pure torture in my opinion but I can tell that he thinks otherwise.

Based upon his big, thick, and longer than a century pants monster poking into my most treasured jewel. Cyrus loves it.

He is that crazy!

I per se, am not. Who gets turned on by violence? I’ll tell you, Cyrus that’s who.

I’ve got way more class than that. Plus, my precious jewel minds well be compared to a pussycat when you place Cyrus manhood into the conquering Embry’s treasured island contest. It’s way too big.

Wait! Why am I even thinking about sex at this moment?

“I know you want to.” Cyrus says like he can read my mind and my eyes nearly fall out of their sockets.” Submit,” he adds in, and I swear to the Goddess I almost drown in relief.

I wouldn’t be able to survive if he could hear what’s going on in my head.

In the process of all these wild things roaming I’m still struggling to break free.

Cyrus is enjoying every second, obviously.

He’s smiling, a dazzling smile from ear to ear. I want to permanently wipe it off his tender looking lips.

Arggghhh!!!! Damn Him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down,” he says. “You’re strong, but not stronger than me, sunshine.”

Yeah, Okay! I got Cyrus you not stronger than me, sunshine bull shit. I’m tired of him being a pushover! I’m tired of them all. So, tired of being underestimated.

I pull my knee up and use all of my strength to slam it into where the sun doesn’t shine. That’s right, I hit him directly where it hurts, slam in his nuts.

Now, how’s that for you're not stronger than me “Sunshine!”

Almost immediately, Cyrus releases my hands, groins, and then rolls from being over top of my body.

This scene of him in pain with his hand over the top of his meat sack is perfectly priceless.

That’s what he gets.

Cyrus's eyes widen from my unexpected attack, then they turn bloodshot red.

Uh, oh. Did I take things a tad bit too far? I think so, he looks mad. He’s monster is presenting himself.

But guess what? Nobody gives a fuck. Here’s a little FYI to my mate's inner monster, so I am.

Before, he can recover I collect a piece of glass from off the floor in the quickness, then pounce back on top of him.

Using the shattered glass as my dagger I push it into his neck. I know it won’t kill him, but it would hurt like a bitch if I split his throat.

“What the hell has gotten into you,” he growls. You! I want to snap back.

But, I decide to use a better choice of words.

“Fuck you,” I spit! Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him!

“When,” responds Cyrus, snatching the air right from out of my lungs.

My eyes widen from his unexpected response and this is when I realize that his pants monster is particularly invading my now moist treasured walls.

The only thing that’s preventing him from entering me is clothes. I wonder how it would feel if I take my clothes off?

No Embry! No. I need to complete my kill order. I can’t let this stupid mate bond prevent me from completing my task.

“Were done, I’m leaving you!” I hiss, pushing the glass deeper into his throat, officially drawing blood. On their own accord, my nostrils flare as I take in the scent.

The sweet and intoxicating aroma floats in the air, teasing me, and like a dog with a bone, I lick my lips in anticipation, suddenly having the urge to taste him.

My body responds immediately before my mind could process what’s going on and I moan.

Once again, my mate takes my moment of weakness to his advantage, flipping me over.

Quickly and swiftly turning the tables. The piece of glass slips out of my hands as he pins underneath him.

I stare into his eyes like I’m staring into his soul.

They are changing from bloodshot red into liquid gold as he stares directly into my eyes as he can also see into my soul.

The heat within me increases, especially when he places his soft but firm hands on both sides of my hips.

His touch is sparking fire into my soul. Oh, how quickly has the fever that he always gives me has managed to return?

I continue to look him directly in the eyes. Those beautiful golden orbs and I’m lost. Why does he have to be so handsome?

So hauntingly handsome. I can’t.

Unable to take his beauty any longer. I shut my eyes. As if it would make him disappear.

I hate the effect that he has over me. I hate this and I hate him for making me feel like this.

“You’re not going anywhere, Sunshine,” he whispers bringing his lips down to my ears. His cinnamon breath fans my skin and I shiver.

“You’re mine! You will always be mine and there is nothing that you can do about it. If you run, I’ll chase you. If you push me, I’ll pull you down with me. If you hide, I’ll find you! You belong to me in every way. Get used to it.”

Tears start to prickle from underneath my closed eyelids as the truth of his words sink. If I run, he will chase me.

If I push. He will pull me down with him.

If I hide, he will find me. He won’t let me go. Ever!

It’s no fair.

He doesn’t want me, but he won’t let me go. Maybe, I should just give in.

Why not? Maybe I should let him have his way. Deep down inside that is what I really want. I want him.

I want him so bad, I’ll accept him without really having him. That’s how much I value our bond.

I’ll sacrifice my peace of mind just to have him and that’s what makes me crazy.

He makes me feel insane, but he’s my sanity. How is that so?

I’m crazy and insane for him. What a wreck? This is what he has done to me.

And just when I’m about to give in Kaya’s bloody and lifeless body decides to flash across my memory. The nightmare that I so desperately want to escape traps me in.

This is the horror that he has created for me. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t betray my blood.

“No,” I scream as loud as I can. As if I can’t be heard, “I’ll never get used to it. I’ll never forgive you, I hate you.” My voice breaks and my tear run down my cheeks like a waterfall. “I’m done.”

“You will never be done with me,” he growls.

I can tell I hit a nerve because the golden liquid color of his eyes swirls into a mixing pot of boiling lava.

He’s so mad, and for the first time since we met, I see his emotions.

They are so clear. He’s hurt. My words have gotten to him.

“If you continue to play this game, you will lose.” He groans. As if it’s hurting him just to speak.

“I’ve already lost,” I whisper so low, I can barely hear myself. ” You can hold me hostage and chain me in place, but you can’t break what’s already broken. I hate you,” I admit and I’m sorry, but I mean it.

I do hate him.

“I will never heal, she’s gone because of you and I’ll never be able to forgive you for it,” I confess, but he doesn’t sit around to hear my confession.

He’s gone before I could finish my sentence. He left me on the floor, crying my eyes out, and all alone. I’m by myself.

For a minute I just lie here, unable to stop myself from crying a river. I’m stuck in place for a while, letting it out, breaking down.

After, what seemed like forever I pick myself up from off the floor. I’m my own savior.

Cyrus POV.

Once again, I find myself standing outside the door of the guest room where she is staying at for a long-drawn-out moment, listening to Embry heart-beating, but this time I don’t feel like a creep.

This time, I feel like a coward.

I am a coward. A huge one!

Listening from the other side of the door, I can hear that she is breaking down. She’s been like this for the last past hour, crying her eyes out.

I know that I shouldn’t have left her. She needed me. I can still go to her and make it better. I know that.

It is just too painful for me to see her that way. Now, I know that sounds too hard to believe.

I don’t even believe it myself.

Ever since I met her I’ve done nothing but make her cry and break her heart, but seeing her breaking down like that is has shifted something with in me.

When Embry told me that she would never heal I felt it. I can feel the truthfulness behind her soft-spoken words.

I’ve destroyed her and I don’t know how to fix it. I don’t know how to fix her and that scares me.

All I wanted was to make her stronger. Claiming her was never the plan, but breaking her down wasn’t the plan either.

To be honest, I don’t know what I really want.

I just feel the need to protect her. Now, it appears that the only person she needs protection from is myself.

Her words won’t stop playing inside of my head.

“I will never heal," she said to me. “She’s gone because of you and I’ll never be able to forgive you for it.”

Those words just pissed me off to the very end. I don’t know why it just did.

I just had to get out of there. I shouldn’t even care but I do.

This shit is ridiculous. My emotions are getting the best of me, and I don’t understand how or why?

It’s like I don’t know what I want, and I’m too damn old to be this indecisive.

Six hundred years old to be exact! No one has ever made me question myself?

No one has ever made me feel like this, except for her. My sunshine.

Fuck, I need to catch a grip!

I exit my private wing and make my way to the other side of the building. I need to put as much space as I can from me and Embry, so I can clear my head.

The chaos inside of my home has dissolved at this point.

Almost everyone is gone by now and for that I’m grateful.

I only passed a few soldiers in the hallway here and there as I make my way to the other side of the building.

Embry beautiful but broken face continues to haunt me every step of the way.

When I reach one of the rooms that I use, she’s still there.

I take a shower hoping it washes her face away, But my attempt is useless. It’s Embry tears I see instead of water falling down from the show head.

Quickly becoming annoyed, I get out of the shower get dressed in a hurry and pull me a glass of my favorite whiskey, Jack Daniels.

It’s my choice of poison.

As I pull me a glass all I can think about is how the golden liquid is almost the same shade of the honey part of Embry’s hazel eyes. Maybe, a tad bit darker.

What the actually fuck? Frustrations get the best of me and I throw the glass into the walls. That’s when I hear it. Embry’s screaming voice in replace of the sound of glass shattering against the wall.

Damn, I got it bad! I’m a wreck.

How can one girl put me in such a bad place?

Finally, having enough I just sit on the edge of the bed for a long while. I don’t understand this. What is happening to me? It’s like she is everywhere I go.

Everything around me reminds me of her. Embry’s beautiful face is haunting me.

I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here when I hear somebody about to knock at my door.

Speck is about to knock on the door when I open it.

“King Nicklaus is requesting for you to join him on his wild goose hunt,” she tells me in a rush, sliding in without my permission of course, and closing the door behind her.

Why the hell is she even still here?

She scans me up and down, then her big brown eyes fall upon the shattered glass on the floor.

I can all but see a million and one questions forming inside of her big ass head.

Thankfully she keeps her comments to herself and redirects her energy on someone else’s problems.

“I don’t know why he thinks everyone is blind. We all know that the pretty green-eyed human girl is his beloved,” she blurts out.

I just pinch the bridge of my nose and stare at her. Seriously, like why isn’t she gone?

She rolls her eyes and continues on. “I know she is. I’m telling you, Cyrus. That little human was made for Nicklaus. Did you know that master Azazel tried to take advantage of her, and she bites off his dick,” she asks me while taking a seat on the bed?

Like seriously why is she still here? It’s no surprise to me that Speck has figured out that Claire is Nicklaus's beloved, and she is right.

Nicklaus's actions when it concerns Claire speaks a thousand words.

Anyone that is placed in the same room with the two of them can tell that Claire and Nicklaus belong together.

A few seconds goes by and I still don’t respond, which results in another one of her eye rolls. Before, she continues to yap her gums.

“Whelp! If you didn’t know now you know, thanks to me and just a little FYI I have Commander Vlad to thank for that. He was bragging about how tough the human is. He likes her,” Speck says, appearing to be talking more to herself than to me at this point.

"Everyone seems to like this girl. Have you met her,” she questions me.

“Why does it matter, Speck,” I finally respond with a sigh. “Better yet, why are you still here.”

She rolls her eyes again before responding. “I’m here to fill you in on what’s going on before I go because we both know that you’ve been occupied.”

Ignoring her comment, I walk over towards the minibar on the right side of the room and focus on pulling me another glass of poison, skipping my favorite this time and grabbing some vodka instead.

I don’t need another episode of being reminded of Embry.

Too late, her face has already slipped into my subconscious, causing me to pour the liquid on the bar surface instead.

Fuck it! I’m taking this shit to the head. I take a huge swing of some Kilian, which is absolutely horrible without being on the rocks but it serves its purpose.

The poison stings as it slides down my throat and I love it.

Speck makes a face at me and then here comes another one of her classic eye rolls.

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

I just want her to get out and go.

"Commander Vlad has contacted some of our people. Apparently, he has picked up on a trail that leads to Nicklaus human lover,” she reports with a smirk.

“And where is this trail,” I ask her. “Are you absolutely certain that it leads to, Claire?” I’ve got to confirm before I present this information to Nicklaus.

“In the Northern Forest,” she tells. “Based on the reports that were presented to me. I believe it’s safe to say that it's her. Commander Vlad sent over some photos of the human footprints and he also reported that he can smell that crazy Luna werewolf scent booming in the area,”

It does make sense! The were-bitch is the Luna of the Northern Pack.

So why wouldn’t she return home? I wonder what pack Embry is from? I wonder if she knows the were-bitch.

It’s a huge possibility now that I’m thinking about it because she’s a Wilde wolf.

“Cyrus,”

Matter of fact, the were-bitch mate is a Wilde Wolf. Is that who Embry was referring to when she said she’s gone because of you?

“Cyrus,”

Was she referring to the were-bitch Mecca?

“Cyrus,”

I hope not because if that’s so. I’m officially fucked.

“Hello, earth to Cyrus,” Speck says, waiving her hand back and fourth in front of my face.

When the fuck did she get right here?

“What” I snap.

“Nothing,” she answers making her way towards the door.

“I’m leaving. I’ll see you in Washington.”

Thank the blood God!

“Actually,” she says, turning back around. “There is something else I needed to ask you before I go,”

“And what is that,” I ask while releasing a deep sigh.

“It’s about the she-wolf,”

Of course, it is! “What she-wolf,” I ask, hiding all emotions.

“That she-wolf, you know! The sleeping beauty she-wolf that’s in your bed.”

“What about her,” I answer nonchalantly.

“She has really done a number on you, haven’t she,” questions, Speck the inspector gadget

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” she sasses with another epic eye roll.

I swear this girl rolls her eyes so much. They should have been falling out of her head.

“In fact, I don’t have the slightest clue,” I respond while taking a seat on the bed. “Due tell,”

“Cut the shit Cyrus, I know that she’s your beloved,”

Awww! Here it goes.

Speck the inspector gadget just don’t know how to keep here nose from out of places where it doesn’t belong.

“You know,” my monster growls. “You really shouldn’t have said that.”

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