Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King
|90| ~ I Declare War~

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Cyrus POV.

“Cyrus you’re killing her,” Luscious attempts to intervene, but my monster purposely choices to ignore him. Although, I can feel his monster frustration throughout our bond and I know for a fact that it taking everything in him not to interrupt my attack.

Anastasia’s monstrous screams and pleads for help also pierce the air.

“You’re highness, please,” the worthless protector is now too back on his feet, begging me. “Your issue is with me not with her, please take me instead,”

Just wait on it, your time will come I think to myself as my monster continues to drain Speck the peck of her life force, slowly but surely draining her of every ounce, completely oblivious to everything else and focused on my kill. Her tiny little body dangles in our hands and her once harmonious screams are now nothing, but muffled crying pleads. Her life is mine to take.

As I stated before and I shall state again there are consequences for every action and unfortunately for Speck, her consequence is deadly.

In the next moment, she’s seconds away from meeting her fate and my monster is seconds away from claiming her soul when a beautifully haunting face suddenly flashes inside of my head. The last person, I expected to see. In fact, the last person that I ever thought that I would see again.

My beloved Aunt Katherine. Her soulfully deep almond eyes spit disappointment into my soul, and I swear on my life that I can all but hear Aunt Katherine voice her disapproval inside of my head, which is all it takes for my monster to release our fangs from out of Speck skin.

That’s it.

Luscious doesn’t pause at all as he rushes to her side and then scoops up her tiny body from the bed of bloody snow.

Seconds after that, Commander Vlad rushes towards the scene with wide eyes, even he can’t believe that I was seconds away from doing what I was about to do but he doesn’t voice his disapproval. Instead, he informs, ” One of our scouts has reason to believe that queen has been abducted.” Of course, she has I think to myself as I wipe Speck’s blood off my mouth. As of right now, it suddenly feels like the entire world is begging me to unleash the devil himself.

“This is your fault,” my monster spits as we charge in Gutter’s direction.

“We expect that the Lycan prince has her,” Vlad interrupts, stopping me dead in my tracks.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” I hiss at him next.

Commander Vlad straightens his posture most likely preparing to be the new center of my wrath before carefully stating, “We have every reason to believe this attack on the secret society was nothing but a distraction so the Lycan prince could abduct the queen,”

Instantly, I see red, crimson, scarlet, ruby, and mahogany completely drip into my visions my monster roar so loud the echo bounces off the trees. How dare he take my queen? How dare he take what belongs to me?

“Change of plans,” my monster looks out at our troops. “Kill every single Lycan present and then capture any member of the secret society to take as our prisoner. This is an official declare war!”

We charge!

Embry POV.

I carefully grab the end of the elegant long handle coffee copper pot, which is known as briki in Greek before gracefully take a sip of strong & almost honey-sweet ellinikos, and then I softly utilize a fork and knife to gently cut a tiny piece of my amygdalota. The delicious Greek coffee and extra delicious Greek cookie mingle in unison on the tip of my tongue as the perfect blend.

When the Lycan prince advised that I would be having dinner with a handful of royal Lycan women I wasn’t surprised at all. Nor, was I surprised when the Lycan servers presented an extravagant full course Greek meal.

First came the delicious Yiaprakia stuffed cabbage that was drenched in a thick lemon sauce as the appetizer, spicy but yet tart. The servant explained to me that the dish is typically served during Christougena and Christougena only, but the Lycan prince. I mean the Lycan King demanded that the dish be served to me and me only. Apparently, it’s one of his favorites, and although I hate to admit it just might be one of my new favorites as well. It’s that good.

The juicy mince, rice, and herbs filling, topped with a delicious thick lemony flavored sauce served my taste-bud well. I swear to Goddess! That it is took everything out of me, not to howl in joy and that was only the beginning.

Next, came the taste-buds explosion Greek salad made with fresh tomatoes, cucumbers, onions, capers, and kalamata olives, topped with a block of feta cheese and drenched in olive oil, salt, pepper, and oregano served with a side of magiritsa. The magiritsa just also happens to be another one of the Lycan King favorites. According to the servant, magiritsa’ is another holiday dish. That is typically served around Orthodox Easter, which is highly disappointing if you ask me.

The Lycans should serve that dish year-round. Moving forward, the main dish was a platter of Greek lamb chops, which were marinated to perfection in olive oil, mustard, thyme, and garlic before being grilled and I swear to Goddess that I could have kissed the cook.

Oh, Goddess! The dish most certainly was my favorite so far and the fresh side of leafy greens did nothing, but add to the fantastic main course, I swear and it was evident judging by the amused looks that was plastered all on the royal lycan women face the entire time that I enjoyed the holy meal...

Even now they continue to watch me as I drink my coffee and eat my cookie like I’m their personal dose of entertainment, but their glee expression doesn’t bother me at all, surprisingly enough.

“Embry, is it?” says the royal Lycan woman to the left of me with widely crimped honey blonde hair. I believe her name is Spirit, and quite the spirit she has. She’s a lovely girl, who appears to be blessed by the Greek God of Sun Apollo himself with her sun kissed skin that radiant a natural glow. She also beholds the most striking aquamarine eyes that I’ve ever encountered, which also had to be a gift from the Greek God of the Sea Poseidon. On top of that, her sweet face is craved to pure perfection that she must have inherited from the Greek Goddess of love and beauty Aphrodite.

In other words, it is evident that the Greek Gods favored Spirit during her creation. She’s that Goddess gorgeous.

’The Lycan Beta is a blessed man. She’s his destined.

Celine, Kaya, and I use to sit around and worship her beauty once upon a time whenever she would make a brief appearance with the other lycan royals. Now, that I’m thinking about it this entire ordeal is quite strange when you take into account that I’m actually sitting right beside her as her equal. In all honesty, it’s kind of weird. Eerie.

“I’m Spirit,” she says to me with a soft smile as she holds out her hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you,”

“What’s nice about a mutt dining beside royals,” her sister by the name of Swift, swiftly states across the table. Her insults gain my undivided attention as I look up to come in contact with her equally as striking aquamarine eyes and sun-kissed skin. She matched her sister’s beauty in every way.

“Mind your tongue,” Spirit comes to my defense. “The King made it perfectly clear that we were to respect his queen,”

“Keyword, his queen,” she argues back. “That thing is not and will never be any queen of mine,”

Meanwhile, I’m just sitting here sipping my coffee, trying my best not to allow her assaults to get under my skin because at the end of the day she’s right. I’m not her queen, nor will I ever be. I’m Embry Wilde the she-wolf queen to the ruthless vampire king. These people and this place are completely out of my territory, out of my jurisdiction and I’m perfectly fine with that.

That’s exactly why my wolf remains silent. We don’t care how they feel about us.

To be honest, I really don’t understand how or why the lycan king people would accept the fact that their king has decided to claim another man’s mate as his own, especially when my mate’s aunt was the one to end their beloved late king life. It doesn’t make any sense, but none of that really matters.

My wolf and I are just here buying time. Our mate is on his way. I can all but taste his presence and unfortunately for them, he’s way past the point of pissed. He’s big mad.

In fact, he’s livid beyond measures and I can also identify that a lot of his rage is projected towards me and my wolf. So, with that being said, I don’t care about whatever beef she has towards me because I most certainly have a much bigger fish coming my way to fry me to a crisp...

“Princess Eva will have her head on a platter the very moment she gets a whiff of her scent spoiling the good air of our Kingdom. Unless the king Mother beat’s her to the punch,” she carries on. “I’m just here for the show,”

“And so am I,” I finally speak before placing my focus back onto the lycan by the name of Spirit. The other lycan royal ladies who I haven’t had the pleasure to meet eyes are now on me, soaking me up like the Western Beach blazing morning sun.

“It was such a pleasure to meet you, Spirit, and I will not forget your kindness,” I promise her while taking a stand, which causes all the royal Lycan women to take a stand as well. All besides one, Swift remains in her place with a satisfied look plastered all over her pretty face. She is completely unaffected by the others who are now giving her a wide-eyed stare.

“Oh, and by the way, when you locate your new owner may you please tell him that his sweet’s enjoyed all of our favorite meals,” Spirits adds in right before I walk out of the door. “He’s always been such the prince charming. He knows exactly how to treat his woman and pets,”

“Is that right,” ask the man of the hour the new lycan king himself as he enters the room exactly before I attempt to exist it.

There’s a sudden pause, every single sound that was once inside of this charming dining room ceases to exist. Every single lycan lady takes a stand in a hush manner and then bows before him, literally! Their beautifully dolled-up faces hit’s the floor. Their servants are also showing their respect by bowing before him and I must admit that I can completely understand why.

His presence alone demands such authority and if it was a couple of moons ago I would have most certainly showed my respect, but in this day and time, I downright refuse. He isn’t my King, nor will he ever be.

The Lycan King eyes everyone carefully before his penetrating gaze lands on me.

“You look stunning my love,” he dares to say. “Such a prize for such a King,”

A shudder of disgust runs down my spine. I don’t like the way he’s looking at me.

His eyes begin to scan my face and body, lingering over all of my feminine curves. Thanks to the Royal seamstress dressing me in a nude sheer floor-length slip dress he has quite the view of my bare skin, and that thought alone raises my anxiety to the roof.

I feel naked and apparently, that’s the point. One thing about the Lycans is that they love gold, slip dresses, and bareness judging by all the other Lycans ′ choice of attire, each and every other woman here is damn near bare and that doesn’t dis-include the servants.

In honor of my obvious naked nervousness, the lycan king’s heart-shaped lips curve into a wicked smirk. He raises a single hand, queuing the others to rise as he makes his way over to me.

All of the lycan ladies and servants instantly go back to perform the task that they were doing before he entered the room, well all but one. The lycan lady by the name of swift is sending daggers my way.

Someone’s mad!

“Did you enjoy the feast that I prepared just for you? Each and every one of them is one of my favorite meals, you know,” says the lycan king as he approaches me and presses his body into my body. His exotically, sweet, but yet slightly spicy blend of Peru Balsam and Spearmint once again invades my senses. We’re so close, it feels like I can melt into him and I don’t like it one bit.

“He’s attempting to seduce us,” suddenly chimes in my wolf. “Marking us with his scent,”

“I know,” I respond to her at the same moment that the lycan king’s breathtaking sea-green eyes bare straight into my soul. He then decides to wrap his arm around my lower back and I swear to the moon goddess herself that it takes everything out of me not to puke, just the thought of another man besides my mate makes my skin crawl. So, for another man to actually touch me actually makes me feel like a bag of worms is wiggling throughout my skin.

What is he playing at? What’s his end game?

He knows very well who I belong to and let’s not forget about his slight display of violence earlier on today. This man that he’s pretending to be is not him and that’s when I realize that he’s putting on a show.

“Told you that she was really his destined,” my sensitive ears catch onto one of the lycan lady’s conversations across the room.

Hold on, wait! That’s it!!!! That’s it. He wants his subjects to believe that we are more than what we are and ever will be. That’s it!

Now, it all makes sense. He’s pretending that I’m his destined!!! That’s why his people are going along with it. They probably don’t have the slightest idea that I’m the true mate of Cyrus, and they most certainly are probably in the blind about the forced mating that my people and their royals had planned from the very beginning.

“You’re lying to them? Aren’t you?” I voice my discovery out loud, regaining everyone’s attention.

“Lying about what? My love,” he grabs my hand and then squeezes down in warning. “Come,” he quickly drags me out of the room. “Your sister is waiting for you,′

“My sister,” I ask him with wide eyes before attempting to snatch my hand away from him.

Keyword! Attempt because King Ethel isn’t having any of that! As soon as we step out of the room, he squeezes down on my hand tighter before deciding to sling my body around, slamming me directly into his chest.

“Yes, my love,” he spits. “Your sister is here as my guest and she’s been treated as such but that can all end if you don’t mind your pretty little tongue and play once doggy,” he warns, not evening bothering to conceal his threat. His warning is evident if I don’t pretend to play his game. He will end her.

“Do I make myself clear,” he asks seconds later, making me feel sick to my stomach.

“Crystal,” my wolf responds on my behalf and saves the day as usual because I swear to Goddess if I have to say another word to him, I may just actually puke.

Yes, puke! Directly, in his face.

“Good, girl,” he says as his too-smooth-to-touch hands reach up to touch the side of my face. “Such a good girl,” he says casually as he places his lips closer to mine. “And your so pretty, ten-time more pretty than the normal wolf. ” He adds. “Did you know that your mother was extremely pretty as well? Stunning in every way,” he whispers while drawing his lips closer to mine as if he’s going to kiss.

Oh, Goddess, no! Goddess, Goddess, no! He can not kiss me. My eyes grow wide and this time, I can’t control my action, and neither can my wolf. We smack his hand away from our face right before we take a gigantic step back, attempting to get as far away from him as possible.

As a response, he breaks into a burst of laughter as if our actions alone are a joke to him. He then runs his thumb over the top of his lips. “You know, I think you’re the first person who has ever run away from kissing me!” He flashes a cocky smile. “But it’s cool, once I mark you, you’ll be mine for life and that little mate of yours will have to spend the rest of his life feeling me fuck the life out of you, literally,”

“Yeah, I doubt that!” My wolf just has to say, unable to help herself. “You know like I know that Cyrus will never rest into he has my human and I back in his bed where we belong,”

“Is that right?” His cocky smirk drops.

“Very much so,” my wolf just has to egg him on. Now, displaying a cocky smile of our own.

Without any warning, he zooms right in front of us, grand onto my hand roughly, and then proceeds to drag me down the hallway, obviously not caring about the attention that we have suddenly draw forth. As of right now, there are lycans servants, and guards everywhere quietly observing the sudden show. My wolf attempts to pull away from him, but there is no use.

I hate to admit it but the Lycan King Ethel is very strong.

Way too strong, it feels like a series of breaking veins has been wrapped around my wrist as he roughly pulls me throughout his humble estate. His servants and soldiers move out of his way as he continues on.

“I warned you,” I hear him hiss. “Open the door,” he almost growls.

Not even a second later, I’m tossed into a room and instantly consoled by the familiar scent of sweet Jasmine.

Farrah!

“Embry,” she rushes over to me as my butt hit’s the cold golden marble floor.

Ouch! That hurts I think to myself as my sister pulls me into her arms. Soon after, I move sluggishly to look up at my sister. It appears that the lycan king Ethel is a man of his word.

There are no visible wounds or signs of injuries insight and like myself she wearing a sheer floor-length slip dress. The only difference is the fact that my dress is nude and her dress is pale blue.

“Are you okay?” She asks right away.

“She’ll be just fine,” Ethel laughs. “But I can’t say the same thing shall go for you. Your smart-mouth ass sister sealed your fate. You have into the rise of the moon,”

I roll over to pick myself up. “She has into the rise of the moon to do what,” my wolf damn near spit.

“To live,” he spits back. “Thanks to you being unable to follow simple directions. You just speed up your sister’s execution date. Her death shall be my first official declaration of war to all traitors and they shall all be performed by you,”

“Your crazy, there is no way I’m going to kill my sister or allow anyone of you to harm her,” I speak up for myself.

“Yes you are,” his cocky smile is back. “Rollin,”

Farrah and I swiftly turn our heads to the door as a God of Man who is the beholder of the most unusual shade of amethyst eyes strolls in. His woody scent is potently delicious but another distinctive scent of pinewood and spring rain invades my sense instantly overpowering his.

Jenkins!

“Embry! Fair Bear!” his ultra-sweet and overly adorable voice squeaks in excitement as he pushes passes the lycan King and his royal beta the very moment his eyes land on ours. Only to be stopped by Ethel himself.

“Uh, uh, not so fast,” he interrupts as he picks Jenkins up from off the ground and places his tiny body into his arms. Then he gently places his left hand directly overtop of his neck. Almost, instantly Jenkins attempts to jump out of his hands.

My eyes are instantly golden and a monstrous growl escapes my lips as my wolf and I pick up on his threat.

From the side of me, I hear Farrah releases a monstrous growl as well and her wolf presence is also felt.

“If you touch him, I will kill you!” I growl loudly.

“I’m touching him,” he taunts while running his free hand down the other side of Jenkins’s head.

“What kind of monster are you?” Farrah wolf is the one who spits. “Pups are off-limits!”

“The same monster that shall put pups in your sister’s belly!” He smirks. “Seconds after she ends your life tonight in front of my pack,”

“You’re delusionalllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll,” my wolf yells wildly, taking a single step in his direction.

The Lycan King once again breaks into a burst of laughter right before he looks up at me and smiles. “I warned you to play nice, doggy but as expected you behaved like an untrained mutt. Now, I have no choice but to house train you the hard way,”

House, train me?! His disrespect doesn’t go noticed by my sister either. Out of the corner of my eyes, I can see her desperately attempting to tame her wolf.

“I hate you,” I hiss.

“Aww, I love you too, doggy,” he blows me a kiss. The audacity.

“In fact, I love you so much that I’m willing to give you another proposition,” He says to me before removing his hand from off my nephew’s neck just to place it on top of his head. He then pats the top of Jenkin’s head as if he is some sort of pet, and I swear to Goddess that it takes everything out of my wolf to not attempt to rip out his esophagus.

Seconds later, he passes my nephew to the Lycan beta while stating, “You see, Embry! All I want for you to realize is that you belong to me and once you accept that key factor open-halfheartedly all shall be forgiven. Your loved ones shall become my loved ones as we shall share one heart,”

“One heart,” Farrah is the one to say.“You want her to submit,”

“That’s exactly what I want,” he continues with a smile.

“You’re out of your mind,” my sister snaps back. “Embry is already matted and you know that,”

“Tread carefully, Wilde wolf,” Ethel threats. “I told you that tonight is all about declaring war and I rather declare war against our common enemy than declare war against your entire species and theirs,” he finishes.

“You want a war,” says my sister. “I’ll give you a war,”

Second’s later, everything and everyone, slow’s in motion all around me.

My sister shifts into her glorious grey, white, and tan wolf quicker than one can blink. The Lycan King chuckles and his eyes flash golden before taking my sister head-on. His lycan charges in her wolf direction and in with one swift kick to the rib-cage my sister’s wolf go flying across the room.

Out the corner of our eyes, I notice the lycan beta cover Jenkins’s eyes as if he’s trying to protect him for what’s to come.

“Embry, charge!” my wolf growl rings throughout my head at the same time, a sudden electrifying energy strikes twice within my chest, like lightning 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.

My heart skips a beat. I know that feeling. So far, it happens twice. Once, back at The King of all vampire king’s estate. Right before the cold-hearted King arrived and then back at my mate’s estate right before the Barbaric vampire king made his grand appearance which means.

It’s a warning or more like a silent alarm system that’s alerting me that a powerful and extremely deadly predator is on the horizon and that’s when I realize that one of the vampire kings is closer than close.

As soon as that thought occurs, the electrifying energy strikes again but this time it blows within me like a gust of soft wind, blowing softly within my soul. Next, the energy shifts, sending a rippling wave of pleasure to rush through my veins and surge throughout my blood, and my wolf instantly calms down.

There’s only one person in this entire universe that can make that happen.

Cyrus, he’s here.

Out of nowhere, a long, sad, crying howl brings me back to my current reality. Instantly, my eyes land on my sister’s wolf form as The Lycan King monstrous wolf claws sink into fur as he holds her high in the air by her neck with one hand.

“Your call,” Ethel’s gruff voice announces as his glowing golden eyes lock onto my golden one.

“Well, you renounce your claim to that filthy creator and fully submit,”

“Never,” spits my wolf inside my head, ready to attack but I have other plans. If the lycan king want’s a war so damn bad he’ll get one. My mate is here and he will end him and that’s a promise.

With that thought, I do the only logical thing, I simply bow. Instantly, I hear my mate’s monstrous growl roaring loudly inside my head. “You, don’t bow for anyone, ever!”

Whelp! I shall today because sometimes you have to lose a battle to win the war as my father use to say.

“I’ll submit,” is the next word’s that fall from my tongue.

“And,” Ethel smirks, digging his claws deeper.

“I’ll renounce my claim to King Cyrus, the Ruthless vampire King and fully submit to King Ethel the king of all Lycans,” I’ll announce loudly, and not even a second’s later scorching hot rage rushes straight to my core, sending a fireball of burning hot fury directly to me soul.

“He’s dead,” I hear my mate’s chilling roar ring like a siren song inside of my here.

“He’s been dead,” says another voice that sounds familiar but yet foreign.

King Luscious. Maybe?! Then suddenly, the connection is completely broken. Shattered.

“Good girl,” King Ethel praises places my focus back on him. Before, placing my sister’s wolf on the ground, and I don’t waste a single second jumping up from off the ground just to make my way over to her.

“Farrah,” I call out as her wolf release a soft whimper. The Lycan Beta must have placed Jenkins down throughout the chaos because his two tiny arms wrap around my frame from behind me. I immediately turn around to comfort him, scooping Jenkins tiny little frame up into the security of my arms. Farrah manages to shift back into human form and with my free arm, I help her stand to her feet. Jenkins doesn’t waste a second, jumping from me to her.

“Fair-bear,” he whines, while taking in her bloody appearance.

“It’s okay Jenk’s, it’s okay,” she lies but it will be by the end of the night and for that I’m sure.

After, the three of us hold onto one another for a long while.

“So it has been decided. Tonight, you shall break your bond with that bloodsucker and your wolf shall submit to my lycan entirely, ” Ethel breaks the silence.

“Yeah, right!” my wolf says inside my head before taking control and instead of stating the obvious, she flashes a sweet smile.“Of course, my king,”

She then decides to even go as far as showing respect by releasing our loved ones just to present Ethel with the perfect curtsy.

The fool has the nerve to smirk.

“Good,” Ethel overly excitedly states before turning to face his beta, who’s I noticed have been watching me with unconcealed interest the entire time. “Rollin, please escort my Destined to our chambers. Her family shall remain here into were all officially one,”

“I object, it is a tradition that a member of my blood remains by myself before our ceremony,” my wolf states, unable to help herself.

“Your objection is invalid, my little pup,” His smirk widens. “As you just agreed, you don’t have a voice. Your mind, body, and soul shall belong to me and I would prefer that not a single word falls from out of those pretty little lips,” King Ethel reminds us before arrogantly stalking over in our direction.

“Those lips shall only have one place here and that’s to be wrapped around my dick as I release my pups down your throat,” he spits.

Then without another word, he turns around and briskly walks out of the room leaving me stunned.

He’s just so freaking disrespectful. Goddess bless the helpless girl, who just happens to be his true Destined.

“Yeah, Goddess sure has blessed her,” chimes in my wolf. “Or at least she will soon because after tonight his true destined will never have to endure the likes of him,”

“Embry, you don’t have to go through with this,” Farrah growls through clenched teeth. “You’re an Alpha daughter, not a whore. A Wilde wolf shall never submit to anyone,”

“This Wilde Wolf shall submit to my King,” The Royal Lycan Beta, Rollin speaks for the first time.

Within a second later, he’s in front of us, grabbing onto my arm and then damn near drags me out of the room.

“We shall see,” my wolf says to me.

“Yeah, we shall,” I agree.

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