Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King
|74| ~ Dark Night/Bright Day~

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Cyrus POV.

"Cut the Crap, Nicklaus," I spit out through clenched teeth. How about you enlighten us with why the hell you declared a chosen whore to be our queen?"

Claire's neck immediately snaps in my direction as scarlet red blood drips into her vision, and I can literally smell the stench of scorching hot rage.

Holly shit!

Nicklaus turned her. The idiot turned her, Claire out of all humans. The crazy one!

Freaking idiot! She has officially become the first documented turned vampire since the awakening. The fool.

He has officially lost his everlasting mind.

He's an idiot! A big fucking idiot, officially sentencing all of us to death.

"But wait!” Roars my monster inside of my head. "Her heart beat's, softly," he points out as our sensitive hearing locks onto her soft beating heart.

What the fuck?

"Mind your tongue, Cyrus," Nicklaus ridiculously loud growl grasp my undivided attention.

He sound's like a little bitch, like he's about to cry at any minute.

My monster and I watch his body go dangerously steal beside his I don't know what species queen, but that's neither here nor there at this moment. My monster's attention is solely placed onto Nicklaus monster who is slowly but surely ready to come out and play. Although, out the corner of my eye I still catch onto some of Claire's actions. Her left-hand suddenly moving down his skin just to grip onto his wrist as a gesture to calm him down.

Bingo! You see, that's what I was trying to prove. Claire is the one. His newfound weakness. She's his peace of mind. Nicklaus is just as crazy about her as I am about Embry and that's exactly how I knew that disrespecting her would hit his nerve, making him look as if she now controls him, but most importantly making him appear to be weak.

So as I stated, Claire is the one. In fact, she may just be his only weakness and I plan to use that critical piece of information to my full capability. He's officially whipped I think to myself as my now blood-stained eyes lock onto Claire's now equally red ones.

She looks so fierce, so untamed and so fucking murderous. There is no doubt in my mind that it's taking everything out of her not to come over and attack me herself.

Them two a truly perfect for one another I must admit although I'll never say that to him, never ever ever ever. She's such a queen. It's actually pretty fucking amazing if you ask me., but that's another comment that I will just have to keep to myself. Yup, I'm taking that one to the grave.

Anyway, it's showtime.

"What?" I suddenly spit out, purposely utilizing a sarcastic tongue.

"All I'm doing is voicing the concerns of the people," I partially lie.

I mean the people are curious to know all about Claire but they haven't figured out who Claire actually is to him, but the king's, on the other hand, are both collectively curious and concerned. They just won't handle it in the same type of manner that I'm choosing to handle it because he is their King.

Key point: Their king.

He's a wild bitch boy, acting like he gave a rat ass about me or any of us for that matter, but deep down inside he knows it's not that.

He doesn't care about no one but himself and Claire, obviously. He's a fraud. I should have been cut ties with him a long while ago, but it's okay because tonight I shall and he shall see exactly how it feels when your so-called brother act's as if the love of your life is nothing.

"You and I both know this has nothing to do with how anyone feels, but you. Don't turn our petty dispute into a personal vendetta. It shall not end well for you," Nicklaus warns with meaningless threats as if he puts some sort of fear inside of my heart.

Goofy!

"I'll take my chances," I state smoothly as I stand to my feet. Then, my eyes briefly flicker in Claire's direction just to make sure that she's still sitting pretty inside of her seat, and luckily she is but that doesn't matter because if looks could kill I will most certainly be dead.

Within a second, I place my focus back onto the clown in the room.

"You're bringing filth to our throne and you expect me to bite my tongue," I spit out while staring directly into Nicklaus's eyes, showing nothing but disrespect.

"Cyrus," call's out Nicklaus monster in a very, very, very low voice.

Somebody's mad, and when I say mad, I mean big mad. I can literally see all of his emotions written all over his face. I can literally feel his anger, hurt, and the betrayal that he is feeling through our shattered bond, and guess what?

No one gives a fuck! At least I don't. Ha. Ha. Ha.

"Cyrus," calls out the one and only Claire as if she's trying to reason, most likely out of respect for Nicklaus.

"You have no right to speak to me slave," I snap, sealing the deal, I'm sure if nothing that I said before would get Nicklaus to attack me that would.

As predicted within a second, Nicklaus monster releases a roar and blurs over towards my direction and I'm ready for him.

Within a flash, I'm up out of my chair meeting Nicklaus head-on with fangs descending and talons swinging, swiftly going for blood.

It's on.

Let the game begin.

Embry's POV.

A single ray of sunlight strikes through the blind as I open my eyes. My hand automatically stretches out in search of Cyrus and that's when I remember the Goddess horrid truth. He's gone. He left me. The emptiness hits my heart as I roll over towards his side of the bed and take a deep whiff, immediately catching onto just a faint breeze of his scent and then holding onto it.

This is it. This has been apart of my every morning routine since he's been gone.

To me, it's my way to be with him, although I'm not physically with him and I have been taking full advantage of it. For the most part, I've just been in our bed, wearing his clothes, and taking in his scent into he returns. Unless I'm forced to endure one of those ridiculous vampire ladies to be training sessions with Speck or having a tasty brunch and tea party with the lovely Aunt Katherine or, having a mind- relaxing painting sessions where I've discovered my new found talent of painting him.

Other than that, I'm here thinking about him.

Cyrus, my heart is hurting without his presence.

Officially, missing him.

"Oh, as if," states Speck as she storms into Cyrus and I room without warning, carrying what's the smell? She has been doing that a lot but this time she came bearing gifts.

Food.

Oh, yum, yum, yum. It's the lovely smell of bacon, eggs, and Belgian waffles drenched in sugar powder, strawberries, and thick strawberry syrup to top it off. Wow! Could you say finger-licking good? Um, um, hum...

All of a sudden, I feel extremely hungry, hungry enough to eat a horse.

"I know what your thinking, young lady and I'm here to tell you that your days of staying in bed, smelling those drenched in Cyrus sweat sheets, just to get a whiff of him is over," Speck continues on as she places the tray of delicious breakfast food down onto the nightstand.

"Today is the day, where you put all of the lovely training to good use. Today is the day where you flaunt your crown of too the world. Today is the day where you show everybody that you are more than some savage beast that they deprive you out to be. Today is the day, where you leave Embry's Destiny Wilde behind you and place Embry Destiny Ettore to the front,"

Oh, my Goddess! This girl.

"Now, chop! chop, chop, girl," she states while clapping her hands not even a second later. "You need to eat, shower, and then get dressed right away. "We have such a big day ahead of us and I can't totally wait to dress you up again,"

Dress me up? Oh, my Goddess! I'm really starting to believe that Speck think's I'm some sort of doll baby. She just loves, loves, and I mean loves to get me ready. Although, I must admit that she does one heck of a job.

"Speak for yourself," growls my wolf. "The dresses are okay but it's nothing like a natural girl with no makeup in her natural state, completely bare and naked."

True! I can't argue with that because she definitely has a point.

"Em, Gem! Are you even listening to me?" Speck smacks her teeth. Gosh. She's so childishly bossy sometimes. Nevertheless, she's still amazing and I really do enjoy her company for the most part.

"Yes! Yes! Yes, I'm listening," I answer with a smile. "Food, shower, and then dress up, I go,"

"Good, girl," she winks. "So let's get the show rolling because your Beloved Day Party started about one hour ago and your already fashionably late, not that I'm complaining but still. Everyone's waiting, so you must come on now and I mean right now,"

"Okay! Okay! Okay! " I mumble while rolling out of the bed. I'm so not a morning person I think to myself and then it hits me. Did she just say...

"Beloved Day Party?" I ask while turning to face her. What is a Beloved Day Party?'

"It's only the party of your dream," she declares without forgetting to flash her famously wicked smirk, and yet here I am stuck on stupid attempting to figure out what the hell is a Beloved Day Party. I seriously never heard of one of those types of party's before and I've been to thousands of parties like baby showers, union shower's, mating ceremonies, bonfires, cookouts, you name it.

Plus, my dad told me all bout all of the fancy balls that vampires like to throw but I never heard of a Beloved Day Party, ever.

"Tell me more," I finally ask.

"Nope! You just have to see for yourself," she declares. “But you can trust me when I say that it shall be a fairytale of an event,"

Still Embry's POV.

And When Speck said that the Beloved Day Party shall be a fairytale of an event she meant that Beloved Day Party shall be a fairytale of an event.

It’s magical.

Starting, with the exquisitely enchanting gorgeous conservatory windows garden room that allows the sunlight to flow in. It's such a magnificent sight. The decor itself happens to be one of the most gorgeous displays that I've ever seen, especially when you place attention onto the personalized flower bar for guests to make their own floral arrangement.

There is antique china made of sparkling diamonds and pinkish pale blue crystal teapots pairing perfectly with the beautiful ivory and pale blue table settings.

The oh-so-lovely and nostalgic floral arrangements that float's all around the room and the wow-worthy admirable artwork of a floral photo booth that you can't help but stare at.

There is also an enchantress of a vampire lady playing soft haunting tunes with a violin directly in front of the row on top of rows of glistening chandeliers. Plus, there's is also a gorgeous flower tower station on the far end of the room. Overall, it's an opulent floral and pink fairytale of a Beloved shower and I'm in complete awe as I stand in place, watching the pretty vampire ladies mingle amongst each other.

It's so, so, so......

"Lovely," says a super sweet but yet super thick British accent from behind me that I’m able to recognize as soon as I turn around to greet her.

"Hello, again," she says to me. I don't know if you remember me after meeting so many people last night. However, I'm Anastasia Vlad," she says with a smile.

I just can't help but return her sweet gesture with a sweetly soft smile of my own. Of course, I remember her. How could I ever forget? For starters, she's downright gorgeous with her astonishing pale blonde waist-length hair and rather striking Irish green eyes. Not to mention the fact that she's particularly royal with her mating into the king of all vampire king's family in all, which also make's her quite famous in the world.

My dad has said her name maybe once or twice before, even though his revelation is nothing like what I've witnessed for myself.

In other words, she's far, far, far, away from being classified as an arrogant vampire girl.

She's actually quite lovely and her attire makes her appear to be even lovelier. She's dressed to impress for sure wearing a delicately soft knee-length pretty and pink sweetheart dress paired with pretty and pink vampire designer pumps. Her astonishing pale blonde waist-length hair has also been curled to perfection and impeccably styled into an overly elaborate up-do.

"Hello, Anastasia, and yes I remember you," I tell her while flashing her another smile. "It's such a pleasure seeing you here, " I add in because it is. She was one of the only vampire ladies who actually seemed genuine last night during our introduction.

In fact, she's the only one who actually even held a conversation with me last night besides Speck and Aunt Katherine, just like she's continuing to do now.

"No, darling. The pleasure is my own and you look lovely by the way," she adds in with an even wider smile. "King Cyrus has surely lucked up,"

"Yes, he has," says Aunt Katherine with a smile as she walks over in our direction. "Anastasia, my darling. I'm so glad that you could stay awhile longer. How's you, mother?" Aunt Katherine questions her while gently patting on to her hand.

"She's doing great on her travels," she answers Aunt Katherine with a smile. "Elijah and I are actually planning to join her at one of her villas in Rome. I'm actually, quite excited yet nervous," she admits. "It's been over a century since I last saw her,"

A century. What?! She has to be joking, right? I mean. "Embry you and Cyrus shall join us," Anastasia draws me back into their conversation. "It will be quite an adventure and my mom would just love to meet The Queen of North America's, especially with you being an overly adorable she-wolf. My mom has always been smitten with your kind,"

"No offense," she quickly add-in.

"None taking," I tell her as I allow my gaze to wander out of one of the many windows for just a second, and then I place my focus back onto her.

"Plus, King Cyrus love's Rome," she says and out of the corner of my eye, I can see Speck eavesdropping from the other end of the room.

This must be one of the tests she told me about before entering the event. Upon our arrival, Speck gave me what she likes to call her version a brief 4-1-1.

According to Speck, it's a tradition for every vampire lady who bonds into a royal family to attend a series of elaborate events. The first one is typical, a day party very much like this one where just about every vampire lady from the respected vampire household's attended just to have a more personal meet and greet.

Now, my father has whispered a thing or two about such event's taking place because according to him these are easy attacking grounds for us werewolves but I never thought that I would be the one hosting one of these types of extravaganzas, especially when you consider the fact that I'm a she-wolf.

I was under the impression that Cyrus and I were different, unique in every way but boy was I wrong.

As you can see the traditions didn't convert just because I'm a she-wolf if anything according to Speck the expectations that I must aim to reach are ten-time harder than any vampire lady will have to reach and there are three main goals that I must accomplish by tonight.

First thing first, control my wolf. Speck said, that the word around the world is that my mate beloved is some savage beast that will rip your vampire child heart out and feed it to the group of Wilde Wolves and I just have to say that I couldn't stop laughing at that one, out of all she-wolves I'm rumored to be the she-wolf that will rip your heart out, seriously.

Oh, my Goddess! Oh, my Goddess! Oh, my Goddess!

Goddess knows that I will never harm a soul if anything I'll be the one hiding underneath the bed with the vampire children unless my wolf forcefully takes control.

Now on to the second thing of Embry's must-to-do list consists of me, impressing the guest of honor and yes luckily Anastasia is the guest of honor, who I happen to naturally just get along with.

Thank, Goddess! I'm so blessed that I'm not being forced to deal with..

"All the other arrogant uppity I'm so much better than she-wolves in the room," my wolf growls inside of my head.

"I was going to say any other vampire lay," I advised.

"Yeah, I'm sure you were because you, my human are too nice I, on the other hand, can give a rat a-,"

"So, what do you say?" she asks me a moment later.

"I would love to join you," I answer her hastily, just like Speck advised me to. Although, it's true, I really would love to join her.

As a girl, I always dreamed about visiting that of what seems to be a magical place called Rome when my dad used to tell me stories about it. Although I always knew that it was impossible and that I'll never have the chance, but after the series of fortunate event's that I recently encountered, who knows.

Maybe, one day I shall but thanks to Cyrus's departure that day most likely willn't come anytime soon. "However, unfortunately, I will have to kindly decline your offer. Cyrus has taken a brief departure at the moment and I'm unsure of when he shall return,"

"Oh, you poor, doll," she shoos while touching the side of my face." I absolutely hate when my Elijah is forced to his royal obligations. However, that's the life that we choose when we decided to bond with politics," she adds in.

"Now, back to our upcoming trip. Surely you can just join us," Anastasia says to me with a wide hopeful green eye stare. "I'm in desperate need of a female companion and you happen to be one of my new highly favorite girls,"

Out the corner, I catch a hint of a smirk drafted out across aunt Katherine's lips.

"Why thank you," I say to her with a smile. "And, I'll consider your gracious invitation," I advise a second later.

"Enough talk about vacation girls," Aunt Katherine cuts in with a smirk. "It's tea time, Anastasia may you please be a doll and join me for a stroll. We have so much to talk about,"

"It will be my pleasure, Lady Katherine. However, do you mind if I go fetch my servant girl? I've no clue where she ran off too and I'll certainly need my umbrella,"

"Of course, my dear. I'll meet you in the garden," dismisses Aunt Katherine as she twines my arm around her arm and then we begin to casual stroll around the room.

"Well done," she says to me not even a second after Anastasia is no longer in hearing range.

"I've got to admit, you've managed to even impress me, which should be expected when you consider the family that you were raised into,"

"Thank you, Aunt Katherine," I tell her softly. "I'm glad to have earned your approval,"

"My approval," she laughs out loud, causing a slight scene. "Oh, my darling! You've had my approval the moment I stared into the bright wide hazel eyes that lead me to your soul," she says while placing her soft and gentle hand on the side of my face.

"I knew from the very moment that I met you that you were meant to rule by my nephew's side. Although, I must admit that I was a little surprised by how well your dad maintained your grooming to join the vampire society,"

"If I didn't know any better I would think that you were trained by a vampire royal etiquette professor itself, I mean you're naturally poised without even trying and you know how to speak the fluent language of the royals. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you knew how to speak our native tongue,"

I blush at her accusations as her extraordinary soft almond eyes gaze into my hazel ones. Not even a moment pass before she catches on to the fact that I really do know how to speak there native tongue but she doesn't have to speak about what's already understood.

"I'm proud of you, my dear," she praises a second later. "I'm so very proud of you. You'll make an excellent queen," she finishes before planting a simple kiss down onto my left cheek.

"Oh, and Embry," she calls out just before she reaches the garden door.

"Yes, Aunt Katherine," I answer quickly making my way back to her.

"I've got a gift for you," she says while passing me a fancy looking box wrapped with an even fancier silver bow. "But you can't open it up into tomorrow morning at sunrise, no matter what," she instructs with a very stern voice. "Can I have your word?"

"You have my word," I give to her without any hesitation.

"And I know you shall honor it," she says with another one of her famous smiles before disappearing.

I stare at the beautifully crafted box for just a while longer before placing my focus back on to the lively marvelous event directly in front of my very eyes. It really is such an amazing exquisitely enchanting sight.

"Hello," says another voice from behind me, but unlike Anastasia, the newcomer's voice is considered to be anything other than sweet. It's actually a little gruff, but yet not masculine at all.

I tun around to face her, "Hello," I greet with a smile. "My name is Embry and you are,"

"Lady Ravanna," she answers hastily. "However, you may call me mistress Ettore,”

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