Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King
|39|~The Dispute ~

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Embry POV.

I step into the Demons Kings estate and I feel like I’ve stepped into an entirely different world. The inside of this house looks completely different from how it appeared to be when we first arrived.

Actually, it appears to be an entirely different house. I mean it is still filled with over a centuries worth of memories and all the vintage antiqued items are still in place.

However, they now appear to be shiny new toys, instead of centuries old artifacts. So I believe it is safe to say that they have been dusted and cleaned to perfection.

The grand staircase also appear to be different. The lavishly designed stairway is no longer simply grand. There is still no marble, but the once simply and bare hardwood floors are now shinning, swept and also appears to be squeaky clean.

In addition, an expensive royal blue and gold thick layered rug now sits directly in front of the staircase, adding a more majestic look to the entire room. The walls have also been re-painted to a magnificent shade of white ivory and redecorated down to the T.

The portraits that once hung on to walls that appeared to be created during another lifetime are now all framed with beautifully carved golden frames and the antique heater that has once sat by the door underneath the staircase has been replaced with a massively grand golden piano.

Wow! These people sure know how to renovate. This place is now fit for a King.

Speaking of which, the Demon King portrait has also been placed to hang in its glory on the wall full of past lives. Needless to say, it is the biggest portrait on the wall and has also been framed with a beautifully carved golden frame of its own.

Just looking at his portrait tells you that he is the king of all kings. There is no doubt about that and I hate it. I also hate how abnormally beautiful he is.

I replace myself lost in the portrait of him as I stare into the monster breathtakingly beautiful cerulean eyes. I mean he’s no Cyrus, but just like his brother he has been created just to steal hearts, literally.

A single tear-drops begins to form underneath my eyelids as Kaya’s gorgeous face appears inside my head. He stole my heart when he took her life.

“Embry,” calls out Gutter, as he pulls me up the staircase. “Come on, we have to hurry. The household is getting ready to present themselves,”

Huh! Oh, right! This is the exact moment that I realize that this place is also no longer a ghost town. Not at all. Servants, slaves, and soldiers are everywhere, currently running around like the house is set on fire, and they are desperately attempting to escape the rapidly growing flames. I blink away my tears, while following closely behind Gutter and continuing to search my surrounding.

One of the first things that I’m able to do is identity the difference from a slave and servant and if I was human I don’t think I would be able to.

For example, the female slaves and servants are sort of dressed alike. They are all wearing one of those black and white uniforms that Abigail had hanging up inside her closet but you can easily identity the difference in entire.

The humans uniform is a more revealing and less appropriate than the vampire servants. Plus, vampire and humans doesn’t smell anything a like and even if that wasn’t enough to identify the difference in species. The fact that the vampire can’t help but to look my way with glowing red eyes as I move pass one of them says it all. Especially, once their nostrils flare widely, and they get a whiff of my scent. They can smell exactly what I am.

To sum it all up, the main detail that helps me identify the humans from the vampires is the fact that humans can’t sense my savage but vampires can.

That’s exactly why it doesn’t surprise me that the vampires are staring at me like I’m some sort of beast and it also doesn’t surprise me that the humans are staring at me like I’m a beauty.

They are oblivious to what I’am. The humans don’t see the beast within me, all they can see is my beauty. The glamour that I’ve been blessed with to hide my true identity.

Which is why I understood why Abigail thought I was one of those Chosen whore human girls once she explained the definition.

I continue to follow closely behind Gutter, receiving many red eyes in the process. Now, I know that vampires hate it when another species stares at them in the eyes but I can’t help it.

I’m just as curious about them as they are curious about me. I have never seen this many vampires living underneath one roof before, just like I’m sure that they have not seen a she-wolf freely walking around a vampire King estate before.

That is a fair staring trade if you ask me. My wolf presence can be felt with every step take. She is alert and ready, waiting for anyone of these vampires to make a move on me. I can mentally feel her lowly growling while pacing around inside me, challenging one of them to strike. The more red eyes we pass the more aggressive she becomes. I almost give her full control, not caring if that makes me seem like a scaredy-cat because let’s face it, glowing red eyes are scary and creepy as fuck.

Gutter must have noticed my uneasiness because he growls lowly at them, also daring them to make a move. Luckily for me it works. No one else stare at me after that, which is quite interesting if you ask me.

Who would have thought that Gutter Butter had some type of pull? Suddenly, Gutter picks up speed and I follow right behind him. At this point, he’s walking so fast I barely can keep up with him. I almost trip over my own two feet several times. Trust me! I’ve counted.

For a full five minutes, I continue to follow behind Gutter, and then release a deep breath of relief once he decides to finally slow down.

It appears that we have entered a more private area of this estate. So far, no one other than Gutter and I can be seen on this level.

We approach a beautiful mahogany wood arch way that leads us into a narrow hallway. We then make a right, basically going east and say that because once entered my eyes land onto a golden metal plate attached onto the wall that reads, “East Wing,”

I immediately begin to take in the beautiful decor on this level. There is so many lovely details that brings this floor to life. Starting with, the marvelous hand-painted golden antique vases that are scatted all around. As an artistic person I can’t help but to admire the artist craft.

There is also about four, or maybe five different sitting areas on this floor and each area is equipped with golden velvet furniture, which once again shows off that this place was built for a king. The carpet is the same colors and material as the rug on the lower level, expensive royal blue and gold. There are also portraits taken in another lifetime with beautifully carved golden picture frames as well that are placed in between each floor length windows.

Oh and yes! The floor length windows are way past the point of impressive, placed on the left side and the right side of the hallway. In fact, there is about six of them on each side, and they all provide an impeccable view of the magical scenery of the mountain. I hate to admit it but the Demon King estate is the epitome of a dream home. It’s a gigantic dream home too, despite how small it appears to be on the outside.

“This estate is much bigger than I expected,” I express to Gutter.

He smiles ans then moves his head up and down in agreement. About a second later, Gutter stops in front of a deep mahogany wood door. Instantly my sense of smell is invaded with the delicious scent of mulberry spice.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to discover who resides behind door number one. I’m here. It’s time to face my mate, again.

“No,” says my wolf. “It’s time that I face our mate,” she says. “It’s time that we have a conversation,”

She right I think to myself. It is time.

With that being said, I sit back and give her full control.

Cyrus POV.

My day has been unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable!

It’s has been complete hell.

First, my clever little beloved somehow managed to revoke my claim. Then, she left me all alone by the lake to beat my dick and now I’m forced to deal with this shit. This utter fucker! I’m annoyed.

Apparently, someone has been running their trap, running to my aunt and telling her about the fun that I’ve been having. I mean of course she knows all about the war. Everyone does but the brutal details that she has learned about can only mean one thing.

Someone life mission is to fuck me because that’s exactly what they have done. They have fucked me and fucked me good.

My aunt is not a Queen, but God bless the poor creature who has the balls to tell her that. She is the real deal.

She may not be a Queen by title, but every single vampire, commoner, peasant, respected household member, wealthy household’s and all the other’s, royal family included will all agree. She is the Queen of hearts and the worst part is that she knows it.

No one and I mean no one wants to get on her bad side, not even me and I’m her nephew for crying out loud. So, that’s exactly what I meant when I said that someone fucked me and fucked me good.

“Cyrus Ettore the third,” Aunt Katherine, snaps me back to reality. “Are you listening to me?” She’s currently having a fit, scorning me over the phone. This is how I spent the last 30 minutes of my life, just sitting here inside of Nicklaus study being questioned about my most recent life decision. She’s acting like I’m some disobedient human child with behavior issues.

“Yes, my lovely Aunt Katherine,” I mock. “I’m listening to you,”

“Don’t give me that attitude,” she scolds. I can feel her soft but fearless pair of deep-set brown eyes, burning through the phone with her scotching hot stare. Ouch!

“I’m not giving you any attitude,” I explain, while holding the both of my hands up in defeat as if she can see me. Once, I realize how stupid I’m being I go back to writing down suspects of interest onto the paper. This is something else, that I’ve been doing while getting my ass handed to me.

I’ve been searching for the dead man walking, who had the balls to rat me out. When I get my hands on the snitch bitch, so help me blood God, I swear I’ll...

“Cyrus,” interrupts Aunt Katherine. “Don’t play with my intelligence boy,” she spits through clenched teeth.

“I’m not,”

“How could you,” she cuts me off with the sniffles. Oh, fuck! Now, here come the tears! Over the phone or not, I can’t take tears from falling out of her pretty brown eyes. Fuck! Fuck..Fuck! I can’t wait to pull the spine out on whatever bastard...

“You were raised better than that,” she breaks down crying. “How could you attack and burn down a werewolf village filled with pups, elder’s, and she-wolves, how could you?”

“Cyrus they were civilians, innocent civilians,” she voices her disapproval, and I have to bite my tongue. A civilian is a person that is not in the armed services. The mutts, who resided in that village, were dogs. Key word people!

Dog: A domesticated carnivorous mammal that typically has a long snout, an acute sense of smell, non-retractable claws, who barks, howls, and often whines. That’s a dog not a person, so my savage act of violence doesn’t count.

“You know better than anyone that you don’t attack civilians. You protect them, even if they aren’t apart from our species,” She continues to scold. “They are people too,”

No there not but I know better than saying that to my aunt. It’s always best to bite the bullet when speaking to her. Trust me.

“Cyrus Ettore the third are you listening to me,”

“Da, Matusa (Yes, Auntie!),” I respond with our native tongue. She loves it when I demonstrate any skill that she has taught me, which is damn near everything I know. Besides, torturing others, I’ve got Nicklaus father Apollyon to thank for that pacific skill, among a shit load of other ruthless skills that my lovely Mătuşă doesn’t approve of.

“Don’t Da Matusa me, Cy,” sasses my aunt. I roll my eyes and run my finger throughout my hair. I hate it when she uses that nickname. It almost makes me more nervous than when she says my entire name. “You still haven’t explained yourself, young man,”

“Mătuşă, I’m a King which means that I have a duty to protect my people,”

“Don’t give me that you have a duty to protect your people bull shit,” she swears. Oh, crap! I’m officially a dead man. Aunt Katherine only swears when she means business. Fuck, I’m screwed. “Those civilians haven’t harmed your people in any shape of form,”

“Those civilian attacked my home,” I explain. “They started so I finished it,”

“Two wrongs don’t make a right,” she begins to recite. Oh, Fuck! Here we go! “For vengeance is an emptiness, and he that seeketh it wasteth himself. An eye for an eye only leaves more blindness,” she quotes. Oh, boy and here comes the lessons of purity. Fuck.

“You obviously forgot who you are and where you have come from. I believe it is time for you to pay me a little visit, I expect you home at once.”

“You know that I would love to come visit you auntie,” I lie. “I’ll do anything in the world to make you smile, but unfortunately we’re in the middle of a war Matusa. My place is,”

“To respect your elders,” she cuts me off mid-sentence. “Your place is to honor and cherish you parent and let me remind you that this war is pointless. Throw in the white flag and come home,”

“I can’t,”

“I wasn’t asking you,” she cuts me off again. “I’m telling you. Now, I expect you home at once,”

As on Que, someone knocks on the door. Great, there is a God! I’m saved by the bell. “I love you, Matusa. I’ve got to go,” I rush out.

“Cyrus Ettore the third you better not,” I hear her say before I end the call and crush the device with my bare hands. I’ve been compromised once again. The other Kings are the only ones who are supposed to be able to get in contact with me on that ridiculous device. That had to be my millionth phone by now in the last passing moon. I’ve got no idea how she manages to keep getting my number.

My monster beams with happiness as the mouth-watering scent of earthy wild flowers enters our nostrils. Damn, she smells so good. Embry is here! I can’t believe Gutter actually gotten her to come without her raising hell. Maybe, he’s not a fool after all.

“Enter” I instruct, and as expected Gutter walks in with my beloved. Embry looks beautiful as always, especially while she is wearing my clothes. I didn’t think she would take them after this morning. That’s exactly why I’ve sent a human to take her my items and bring her breakfast and lunch.

Thinking of which, my eyes momentary dart in the direction of the clock. It’s been awhile since she had eaten. That means it is time for dinner. I know that she is hungry.

Embry golden eyes glows brighter as they land on to my unbutton dress shirt that shows off a glimpse of my chest. I smirk at her actions and almost instantly her face turns to the shade of cotton candy pink.

She’s so blissfully shy. It’s cute. My eyes then land onto Gutter. He is kneeling down on to his left knee and his head is slightly bowed, showing his respect.

“You may rise and leave!” I instruct. He did his job now, it’s time to go. I need to deal with my beloved before the other’s arrival.

Xander and Claire should be here at any second now. I need to keep Embry as far away as possible from Xander and Claire.

More pacifically, Claire! That human is a bad influence and Embry doesn’t need any bad influences. She is already acting up and Xander.

Well Xander, is Xander and I prefer not to kill my best friend brother. His history with wolves is just as bad as his history with every other species if not worse. In fact, they may actually hate him more than they hate me and trust me when I say that their hatred for me runs deeper than the largest sea.

With that being said, I need to make sure that my beautiful beloved is out of sight and out of mind, only to be tucked away safely inside my chamber. The challenge is that after this morning I know for a fact Embry won’t just hide away and follow my orders like a good girl.

Nope! We’re currently going through a struggle for dominance thanks to her wolf, which is absolutely ridiculous. She is my beloved, which means I’m the one in control.

I know that Embry gets that but her wolf is an entirely different story. All of that woman equality non sense that she put in Embry head is bullshit. Oh, yeah! I know that Embry wolf has finally got her to. That is the only logical explanation that can explain how she revoked my claim. Plus, based upon her glowing golden eyes I know that her wolf is the one currently in control.

Good! That’s exactly what I was banking on. It’s time for the two of us to sit down and have a little chat.

“Please take a seat,” I direct the very moment that Gutter closes the door behind himself.

“I rather stand,” responds Embry wolf. Oh, boy! Here we go.

“And I rather speak to Embry,’” I lie, just to annoy her. Even though Embry wolf is a nuisance she is still a part of Embry, which makes her my nuisance.

“I’m Embry,” she says, “We are one, Mr. Supposed to be mate and it’s time that you come to grips with that,”

I raise a single eyebrow at her nickname, “Supposed to be mate.” Really? Is that the best she could come up with? I’m not supposed to be anything but what I’am. Her mate.

“Very well then,” I say, ignoring her first insult and then getting straight to the point. “There will be very important vampires arriving shortly,” I tell her. “I have a private chamber on the other side of this estate. That is where you’re expected to stay into we depart,”

“Out of sight and out of mind,” she catches right on, while shaking her head. I’ve got to give it to her, she is a smart little wolf.

“Yes,” I speak the truth. “There is a lot of work that needs to be done. I can’t afford to be distracted.”

She makes a face at my response, “You’re really something else, aren’t you,” she spits through clenched teeth.” How about, you start off with an apology for attempting to claim us without our permission,” she almost roars.

“I don’t need permission to claim what belongs to me. So I’m not apologizing for shit,” I tell her exactly how I feel because that is exactly how I feel.

I must have hit a nerve because her tiny little hands balls up into a tight fist as she growls through clenched teeth,“Who the hell do you think you are,”

“A King,” I tell her with a shrug and a nonchalant expression.

“Yes you are,” she surprisingly agrees. “The King of fuckery,”

“Embry,” I warn, while lazily placing my elbow down onto the desk and then placing my finger underneath my chin. “Watch your mouth,”

“Watch my mouth,” she mocks with glowing golden eyes and lets no forget about her balled up little hands. Awe, how cute is that? My little wolf is mad. She looks sexy when she’s mad.

“You see, King Cyrus of Fuckery that is the problem right there. You treat us like we are some sort of child that you can tell what to do and when to do it. You have no respect for us and for some strange reason you feel like you can control my human, like you have some type of claim over us,”

“I do,” I once again respond with another shrug. “I’m your mate,”

“The mate who was rejected and claim was provoked,” she reminds me and a triumph smile spreads out across her tasty pretty, pink and plumped lips. This time she’s the one who has hit a nerve. My monster nerves.

“Embry,” I call out in a warning tone.

“Cyrus,” she calls out in a warning tone of her own.

Man, fuck this! I don’t have time for these type of games. Within a second, I’m in front of my beautiful but right now not so lovely beloved.

“Listen here,” I begin.

“No you listen here,” she cuts me right off and shove my chest with her left pointing figure. “All of your mind games, false claims, and bull shit ass rules ends here. You will learn to respect us or you will lose the both of us,”

“You’re not going anywhere,” my monster growls. He too has had enough of our beloved pointless threats. “You will never be able to get away from me,”

“You wanna bet,” she dares to say before turning her back on me to walk towards the door.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going,” I hiss and crimson drips into my vision.

“I’m leaving you,” she growls.

“No you ain’t,” I snap, while grabbing onto right her shoulder.

“Don’t touch me,” she hisses turning back around to face me.

“Why not,” I challenge. “You belong to me,”

“Incorrect, my not so lovely supposed to be mate,” she spits. ” I belong to me, into you man the hell up and prove that you are worthy to be the man that calls me his mate,” she challenges me right back.

The man that’s worthy enough to call her his mate? I’m the only man who should be calling her my mate. She’s mine! That reminds me about Bitch Boy number one.

I place my entire frame in front of her, and then wrap my arms around her tiny waist. She attempts to pull away, but her struggle to break away is useless. I said it once and I’ll say it again, Embry will never be able to get away from me.

“Who is the Lycan Prince to you,” my monster growls lowly, while digging our claws into her skin.

My beautiful beloved big hazel eyes widen in surprise for just as second and then a strike of excitement flashes across her pretty ole face,” Why,’“she has the nerve to question. “Are you jealous?” She has the nerve to provoke.

That did it! My vision bleeds brighter while my monster pushes her into the wall besides the door and pin her body there in a warning. Then he places our hand around her neck, squeezing gently but enough to show her how powerful we are. I could snap her neck easily if I wanted to, but I would never hurt her, and she knows it. This is exactly, why she stares directly into my monster eyes with no fear challenging me.

“You are playing a very dangerous game, little wolf,” my monster warns.

She smirks again. “I am the most valuable player, little monster,” she warns back.

Before I have a chance to respond a sudden flash of electrifying energy strikes twice within my chest, like lightening almost bringing me down to my knees. I release my beloved and place my hand over top of my chest as the sudden surge of electrifying energy flows within in.

The thrilling sensation sizzles throughout my skin and the loud thunderous applause of power begins to zap throughout my blood.

It’s the bond, Xander is here. No correction, Xander is here but one of the other Kings is not that far away. .

My beloved is now standing frozen in place, giving me a wide eye stare with her hand placed over her chest. I know that she can feel my power within her blood as if it was her own. She may haven’t accepted my claim, but she has already accepted the bond. As I already stated before Embry is mine, rather she or her wolf likes it or not. They are mine.

For a second longer, I stand in place just enjoying the power surge of our Kingly bond. This electrifying power happens every time another King is close by. Our powers are amplified when we are around each other, which means trouble to our enemies.

Big Trouble!

We are already a force to reckon with alone, which makes us damn near invincible while were together. My mind focuses in on my brother’s powers to identify the unexpected King. It’s Marcellus. He is following closely behind Xander.

Marcellus should arrive within an hour, maybe two. Fuck! I’ve forgotten that Nicklaus has ordered him to come here. Fuck! Fuck, I’m slipping. Embry’s emotions are everywhere. She doesn’t need to run into either one of them.

With that being said, I open the door, snatch Embry by her arm and begin to drag her towards my private chamber.

“Let me go,” her wolf shouts, the very moment she gets over her shock.” Let me go this instance,” she growls with glowing golden eyes, officially doing exactly what I didn’t want for her to do, causing a scene.

Not even a second later, she attempts to break free, which is pointless. Embry maybe a strong little wolf, but I am stronger. Plus, I said it twice and I’ll say it three times, if need be Embry will never be able to get away from me. She’s mine.

I continue to drag her throughout the hallway, and she continues to scream out pointless threats.

Every single servant, slave, and soldier stares in our direction as I drag her ass through the halls and every single one them damn near pisses on their selves as I release a single growl, warning them to mind their fucking business. Noisy little fucks.

“Ouch, you’re hurting me!” suddenly, cries out Embry, instantly making me feel bad. Quickly releasing her, I closely evaluate her wrist, silently praying that I haven’t accidentally left a bruise on her skin.

I meant it when I said that I would never hurt her, thankfully she is bruised free. “My apologize, Embry but,” I began to say, but before I have a chance her bulky boot comes ramming down faster than the speed of lightning onto my big toe.

Urg!!!!!!! Oh, Fuck! That hurts! I think to myself, while leaning down to evaluate the damage that she has caused. Once done, my monster release’s a chilling roar as he looks up and replace our beloved running through the house like a maniac.“Fuck,” I think to myself. My beloved has once again managed to out smart me.

“Embry,” he growls loudly, before we take off after her.