Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King
|78| ~A Series of Misfortunate Events ~

Unedited.

Embry’s POV.

Recap.

“Hello, Embry Destiny Wilde,” she’s the first to start the conversation. “It is such a pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you,”

“Hello,” I greet her with a smile as I stare into her stunning brown eyes and take another deep whiff of the air. She smells so familiar. “Have we met before?” I just have to ask.

“No, we haven’t,” my wolf ensures us. You know that I don’t forget a scent, but I have picked up on her scent before I just can’t place my finger on it,” my wolf advises. “But that’s neither here nor there, who the fuck is she and why is she in our Kingdom,”

“Calm, down,” I soothe my wolf. “Aunt Katherine did mention that she had werewolf friends maybe she invited her,”

“I doubt it,” says my wolf. “You just missed, Aunt Katherine,” I decide to ignore my wolf and tell the pretty she-wolf instead. “Come, I’ll take you to her,”

“Aunt?” Questions the mysterious little she-wolf.

“Excuse me, I meant Lady,” I quickly correct myself, as my eyes briefly flicker in the direction of the door,

“Excuse me,” she mocks. “Lady,” she suddenly looks disappointed. “I’ve never met a tamed Wilde wolf before,” she then points out.

Met! She said met, which means. “I’m sorry, what Wilde wolf have you met before?” I question her at the same time that her eyes flash neon yellow.

Now, that can only mean one thing and that’s her wolf feeling threatened.

“Yeah, Embry,” says my wolf. “Why would her wolf feel threatened, I say foe,” my wolf declares as she briefly takes over and that’s when I realize that we are not alone.

With one swift movement, I quickly turn around just to come in contact with a violent violet eye vampire.

“Well, you look at that,” my wolf huffs.

It’s Mistress Ettore or more like The Misstress who desperately wishes that she could be with an Ettore, my Ettore.

I allow my wolf full control as we lower our stance and get ready to go to war and my mate ex girlfriend lower her stance as well, showing no fear.

“Come on bitch! Bring it on,” growls my wolf.

“Now, wait just one second,“says the she-wolf that I now know to be a foe as she walks in between us. Then she looks at my mate ex and says, “You can have your fun with her, but that’s it. My mate wants her alive. His nuisances of a brother would go crazy if something happened to his darling daughter and so will the lycans. She’s supposed to be a special little wolf. Although, I don’t see anything special about her,” she spits as her head snaps back in my direction.

“Fuck you too, bitch,” growls my wolf.

Hold on wait! She just said, “Mate?” I question her, briefly taking control.

“Oh, so you do have a brain. Wow,” she sarcastically state. “But yes my mate, little miss traitor. Your uncle Maddox happens to be my mate. I’m Mecca, your real aunt and you my traitorous little pup just happens to be the first Casualties of War,”

“The first casualty of war?” I question my now known to be aunt-in-law with an unemotional face, even though deep down inside I’m completely stunned.

This is Mecca...

Mecca! The lost luna that my uncle grieved over every single night since my very existence.

Mecca!The lost luna that my people, family, elders, and associated werewolves included grieved for all across the nation pray for on a daily bases.

Mecca, my aunt-in-law. I can’t believe that this is my aunt Mecca.

She’s particularly royalty to my people. While growing up, I’ve been told nothing but great things about her. To my people, she was the brightest star under starlight, who they wish so badly would return home. To my cousin, she was an outstanding luna brave, bold, and beautiful. To my siblings and my dad she was the epitome of strength that we should all strive to be and to me she was a hero who has mysteriously vanished before I’ve even had a chance to meet her.

Before I grew older and formed a stronger bond with Celine, Kaya and I would always play a game of Wolves patrols and the noble prize always centered around are long lost auntie return home. We would come up with rescue plans and then take them to the elders for approvals. They would smile and shine down upon our mission. We use to be so excited.

It’s mind-blowing if you really just sit down and think about it. Once upon a time, I use to dream about replaceing her, and during this day in time, I wish that she never found me, how quickly the tables have turned.

My people’s hero has turned out to be a villain, who teamed up with a vampire that’s trying to kill me just because I’m loved by the man that she so desperately wishes would love her.

Now, if that’s not ironic I don’t know what is.

“Yes! You little traitor,” says Mecca. My aunt-in-law. I can’t believe that she’s supposed to be my aunt.

“A wise man once told me that the first casualty of war is innocence. Although, I’ve never truly understood what he meant into I so foolishly found out myself,” she continues. “Now, it’s your turn, you traitorous pup. Tonight is the night that you too learn the hard ways of war,”

“Oh, shut your crap! You talk too much,” my wolf is the one too speaks out. “You say that we’re the traitor’s but you’re the one working with a vampire to kill me, who happens to be your supposed to be niece,”

Mecca my supposed to be aunt, or more like the foe she-wolf has the nerve to flash a dauntless smile, and then she walks over a little closer towards my direction. “The only reason why you still have breath in your body is that you’re my supposed to be niece because unlike you, ungrateful little pup. I value the ties of family,” she almost spits.

“Now, this family reunion is cute and all but we had a deal,” Ravana speaks up.

“And I’m delivering her to you am I not,” Mecca wolf growls while her neck snaps in Ravana direction with glowing neon yellow eyes.

“Then get the fuck out so I can claim my prize,” Ravana spits back.

“Very well, have your fun but remember what I said. She live’s,” ” says Mecca the foe she-wolf as she exists out of the washroom.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, she lives, ” Ravana mocks with glowing violent violet eyes and then she turns around to place her focus back onto me awhile adding in, “For now,”

And the next thing I know is the feeling of two hands being placed onto my neck, followed by a quick vicious snap before it all goes black.

Cyrus POV.

I wake up with a face full of bloody fresh Magarına Bulli.

“Ouch!” Seneca growls out as he wakes up beside me with a face full of bloody Koupepia’s.

“What the fuck?” Cornelius is the one to wake up next and the only one with a flawless face. Now, what the fuck is up with that?

“What happened?” he has the nerve to question. “What the hell are the two of you covered in blood?”

“Like we’re supposed to know,” I growl at him while so desperately wanting to knock off the smudge little look on his perfect looking face.

“Now, now, don’t be such a grouch. It’s not my fault that I woke up like this,” He grins. “I just happened to be very blessed,”

“How about I bless you with a busted lip,” I grin back while whipping the bloody marina sauce off my face.

“Can the two of you just shut the fuck up!” growls Seneca as he cleans his self off. Then, he stands up out of his chair just to go evaluate the passed out slave girl. He seems to be staring off in space for just a second, which means that he’s thinking again before he turns back around to face us. “It’s a sleeping spell that was strong enough to knock out an entire castle full of slaves, servants and the most dangerous predators in the world, which could only mean that the witch has to be extremely powerful,”

Sleeping spell?

Powerful witch?

“Aurora,” all three of us say together before zooming out of the room.

“Wait!” Seneca speaks up and then stops as we reach the end of the hallway. “I need to make sure the slave is fine. I’ll catch up with the two of you soon,”

“She’s just a slave. She’s disposable,” says Cornelius as he leans back onto the wall with his arms crossed.

“Yeah! I’m sure that she will be okay,” I pitch in as I scan our surroundings.

“I don’t care what she is or what she was born into. I’m checking on her and that’s finally,” he snaps before going back to do exactly what he said he was going to do.

“What was that about?” I ask Corneilius as I stare in the direction that Seneca has taken off in.

“It’s nothing, I’m sure. He’s just a big softie,” Corneilius points out. “It’s no wonder why all of the slaves fantasize about being with one of us. Seneca gives them hope,”

“Or maybe Jadis does,” I tell him like it is just because I can’t help myself and then I zoom off in search of Nicklaus when I’m suddenly hit by a shitload of unpleasant emotions that nearly knock me to my feet.

Oh, fuck! It’s Nicklaus. I can feel his rage running hotter than scorching hot lava throughout our bond, which can only mean one thing.

Claire! Something is wrong with Claire.

Embry’s POV.

My head is throbbing and my neck hurts. My entire body hurts and I feel so very weak, way past the point of drained.

Where am I? I open my eyes to a very familiar room. To be exact, we’re in Cyrus and I room at the cabin house that we’re currently occupying. What is the Goddess name is going on?

How did I get back here, I think to myself as I attempt to take a stand and then I realize one critical detail that I can’t possibly understand how I missed in the first place, which consists on the fact that I’m tied to a chair and being restrained by heavy diluted silver chains.

Oh, my Goddess! This can’t be good. Nope, not at all.

Plus, I can’t remember anything past the point of running into Aunt Katherine in the hallway back at the ball right before I entered the washroom. She was the last person that I’ve encountered.

Right?

Right now, I’m not so sure. I feel like I’ve been drugged.

I’m so lost.

With that thought, I attempt to break free and figure my way out of this disaster that I don’t even remember placing myself into in the first place, but my entire body feels like it has been infused with silver and my head is heavier than an anchor. On top of that, it feels as if a box full of cotton has been shoved up my nose and clogging up my brain.

Ouch! That was a very intense headache. It feels like my head is about to explode.

Okay, so plan A didn’t work out now it’s time for plan B. My dad always said that a Wilde wolf always has a plan for the entire Alphabet and then some.

I begin to reach out to my wolf all to be stopped in my tracks when my mind is pushed into a thick brick wall followed by a soft whimper escaping my lips, and then here comes the dreadful feeling of fear. Something is not right I can’t feel my wolf presence, not even a tiny bit.

Suddenly, my eyelids feel heavy. So, very heavy. I think I’m dozing off only to be jolted awake by the sound of the doorknob being turned.

The door is pushed open and all of sudden everything comes back to me when my mate ex girlfriend walks in with a big dauntless smile on her face.

As soon as I come in contact with her everything hit’s me.

The encounter that I had with little miss want to be Mistress Ettore and the walking from the dead supposed to be aunt inlaw of mine invades my brain. I remember their threats and then getting ready to go to battle before it all went blank. The only question’s that I have now is what has transpired after they somehow knocked me out and why can’t I feel my wolf presence.

What have they done to me?

“Finally, your awake, you dirty little mutt,” she says. “I was worried that you would miss the grand finale. The event has truly been a night to remember and I’m one hundred present positive that all species across the nation shall be talking about this night for centuries to come, especially my Cyrus,”

A shudder rush of anger washes over my entire frame, more fluent than a rushing tidal wave. It’s something about the way that she said my Cyrus. What does she mean, my Cyrus? He’s not her anything, he’s mine.

I can’t shake the dizzy feeling from out of my head but I lift my head up anyway just to fully take her in as she approaches me, and I swear to Goddess that shock drenches my soul as I slowly take her in.

Little miss wants to be Mistress Ettore is wearing a dress that’s identical if not the exact duplicate of my own. Plus, she took a play straight from out of Speck book, wearing a rich brown wig that is slicked down into a sleek ponytail, styled fairly similar to my choice of hairstyle for tonight.

My pure white gold diamond earrings that I was gifted with, dangle’s richness into her earlobes.

Her painted pretty pink lips form a dazzling smile as she watches the look of pure confusion grace my face.

I mean she looks like me without really looking like me, sort of like a clone.

What the Goddess?

“Tonight has been truly magical,” she says as she finally approaches me. “Now, I must admit that Lady Katherine has always been known to throw such extravagant extravaganzas but she truly has undone herself tonight. The entire event is a party fit for a queen that’s for sure,”

“I’m honored,” she adds in with a wider smile. “All eyes have been placed on me at all times,’”

Placed on her? Okay, now I’m officially lost. There is no way on this Goddess green earth that Little miss want to be Mistress Ettore head will still be attached to her neck if she showed herself at the ball and for that I’m sure.

Little miss wants to be Mistress Ettore laughs. “You must be lost,” she says.

“Very,” I tell her. My voice comes out very hoarse and extremely soft despite the blazing fury that I feel towards this psychopath of an ex-girlfriend that my mate just had to have an entanglement with. Then I remember the conversation that Aunt Katherine and I had about her early on. Ravana is half-witch, which means that she has some tricks up her sleeve.

One of her powers per se involves the power of illusion. To further elaborate, she has the power to make other’s see what she wants them to see, and judging by her choice of attire, hairstyle, and weird need to wear my earrings I believe it’s safe to say that little miss wants to be Mistress Ettore has been pretending to be no one other than me.

So, I was correct. She’s my clone.

“Or more like a fan,” says a gruff voice inside of my head.

Oh, my Goddess! It’s my wolf.

“Are you okay? I couldn’t feel you,” I waste no time attempting to reach her. “I still can’t feel you,”

“I can’t feel you either,” she whispers. “I can barely feel myself. I’m weak, extremely weak. She did something to me.”

“Poison, but how,” I suggest. I’m extremely weak as well. I can barely keep my head up I think to myself as my head falls to the side.

“I think she shoots something in our neck back in the washroom,” my wolf suggests. “I can’t, I can’t,” her voice begins to fades out and presence once again leaves my body altogether.

“No, no, no,” I begin to panic. “Stay with me. I need you,”

“There’s no use,” Ravana grasps back on to my attention as she places her body in front of me before ending over to place her face directly in front of my very own. “You know, a wise man once told me that a vampire beloved is a vampire world. Our beloveds are supposed to be the beat to our frozen heart,”

“Cyrus taught me that hearts are disposable and I can’t wait to remind him of that lesson by crushing his heartbeat, starting by crushing his little mutt. She’s already dying you know,”

Who’s already dying? I’m trying my hardest to keep up with her rambling but my head is spinning, my mind is cloudy, and my body is very, very, heavy. I feel weak, weaker than weak, and like I’m going to puke my guts out at any minute.

Matter fact, that’s it. It’s time to let it all out I think to myself as the vile that suddenly forms in the back of my throat shoots straight up out my mouth and lands directly on little miss want to be Mistress Ettore face.

There! That’s better.

Little miss wanna be Mistress Ettore eyes widen in shock before turning dark and then forms into violent violet. Her fangs are descended. She looks monstrous, horrifying horrendous but I’m not threatened, nor do I care. I feel a little better, actually I’m extremely satisfied.

Her face is my vomit rag and the little miss want to be Mistress Ettore deserved it if you ask me.

“You stupid bitch,” she roars while grabbing my face roughly as her sharp claws dig deep into my cheek. “I’m going to enjoy ripping his heart out,” she spits.

“I’m going to enjoy crushing you,” are the last words I hear before she plunges her sharp fangs into the side of my neck ripping a big chunk of my flesh with no mercy and all I can do is scream.

Cyrus POV.

It takes me less than two minutes to make it on the other end of the castle, less than a minute to make into Nicklaus and Claire’s private wing, and less than a second to pick up on the fact that Nicklaus is seconds away from murdering everybody, confirming my suspicions.

It’s something wrong with Claire. I hear the commotion the very moment that I step into his wing.

He has snapped.

“How the fuck did she get inside my home undetected?” roars Nicklaus before one of his personal soldier’s lifeless body comes flying down the center of the grand staircase.

I dodge the dead flying soldier just in time. Today is the day that Nicklaus shall rid the world of life I think to myself but that still doesn’t stop me from moving forward.

Nicklaus and Claire’s private wing is a mini-mansion within a mansion. For starter’s, it has about ten floors within the unit which is quite a few when you consider the fact that Palace in general holds about twenty-five floors in total. The Palace host about one thousand seven hundred and eight rooms, and two hundred and fifty-seven bathrooms, a couple of car garage's, horse stables, a banquet hall, swimming pools, and an even bigger ballroom that can accompany about two thousand guests overall.

There’s a total of fifty guestrooms attached with a powder room, a media room, two or three art rooms, five private studies, two pools, three theater, several kitchens, three libraries, and much, much more in Nicklaus and Claire private wing alone.

So with that being said, you do the math.

I fly up the grand staircase in record speed.

Rufus just happens to be the first person I come in contact with as I reach the top. He’s standing guard in front of the red door that leads into only of the many guestrooms with the eye’s of his predator on full display, eyeing down the guards.

It’s one hundred percent clear that right now he’s on high alert and in a kill any and everybody that appears to be a threat state, which isn’t anything new in all honesty. We all know that Rufus is the last to trust and first to kill.

He doesn’t asks questions. He doesn’t look for answers. He kills whoever he ser as a threat and then he’s done with it.

The end.

His monster looks at me suspiciously as I casually approach before he pinches the bridge of his nose.

Next, I come in contact with Marcellus. He’s standing on the other side of the door, looking equally threatening. His usuals mischievous demeanor is replaced with a malicious spleen. He too is full of rage beyond measures although he still nods his head, acknowledging my presence as his monster makes eye contact with my monster.

My monster scans the area for any sign of a threat just in case it hasn't been undetected.

I stroll into the entrance of the guestroom in my own state of blazing fury. Nicklaus’s rage is my rage. Claire’s misfortunate is my misfortune. It’s official, our bond ties are secure.

My footsteps are muffled by the thick cream, red, and gold carpet.

Luscious is already present and to appear to be in a monstrous mood. He’s standing in front of the glass door that leads to the balcony, scanning the lower perimeter for threats.

Next, my eyes lock onto Xander who is pacing back and forth. He’s in cold-hearted King mode. His monster is on the edge, ready to break through his barely controlled surface and clearly attempting to bring forth the man who lives within him.

I can sense the fury and frustration that it floating within his dark soul. He’s battling with his demon, or more like battling with himself.

Xander has always and will forever be his monster.

Unless some pure soul decides to step in and end his self inflicted torture and if that day may come may the Blood God bless that poor soul.

I place my focus onto the enormous bed in the center of the room and I swear frozen heart skip a beat. There lies Claire in the middle of the bed underneath the cool, sleek, silk, black sheets. Her usual full, thick, and luminous golden hair seem to be dull void of its usual golden light. Her golden skin has paled and is drenched in sweat.

At this moment, our little golden hair chosen doesn’t look so golden causing my heart to ache instantly. However, I can still hear her soft heart beating.

Thank, Blood God!

Nicklaus is sitting directly by the bed running his finger down the side of her face while trying his hardest to control his monster and trust me when I say that he is trying his best and yet his mood is still deadly.

Seneca and Corneilius enter the room not even a second after me. Commander Vlad takes Marcellus and Seneca’s place by the door to stand guard as they enter the room as well.

All eight Kings are now present and we are all equally concerned about Claire.

I can feel their worry and fear of the unknown circling through our bond as well as my own.

We are all on edge.

“Why the hell would you allow that bitch anywhere near my beloved?” Nicklaus suddenly snaps as he zooms over in front of Xander. “I swear on my life, blood, and soul if she doesn’t awake! I’ll end you. Brother or not!”

“You’re beloved!” Xander hisses. ″Your beloved! Since day one, I’ve protected Claire, even when you were too pussy to claim her as your beloved.” Xander’s monster roars back. “Claire is like a sister to me. I would give her all the air in my body, just so she can continue to breathe. I’ll give her my heart, just so her heart can beat louder. I will give her my life, in exchange for her to live. I’ve have been there for Claire before your bitch as grew some balls and gained the courage to admit that you actually cared for her,”

Silence.

There’s an audible silence into the fool decides to speak up.

“Ouch, I know that hurts,” says the fool, Marcellus which causes Xander and Nicklaus growl at the same damn time, and then within a flash Nicklaus is in front of Marcellus.

“Mind your tongue,” his monster spit’s with bloodshot red eyes. He’s seconds away from officially losing it, seconds away from giving in to his monster true desire which consists or killing us all, and honestly, I can’t blame him because there is no doubt in my mind if that was Embry lying in Claire place that I would be in his exact state.

Her loss is the world’s ends. It’s a fair trade. It’s only right. The tension inside of the room is smothering. It truly is so thick that one can cut it with a knife and it gets worse.

Out of nowhere, Claire’s entire body starts to tremble and her soft heartbeat begins to beat slower, softer.

Oh, fuck!

Before a second could end each and every one of us is by her side. “What’s happening to her?” Commander Vlad questions while rushing into the room in a panic as her body shakes harder as if she’s having a seizure which is impossible.

She’s a half-vampire for blood God’s sake!

“No! No! No! Claire,” Nicklaus flips before scooping her up into his arms, shielding her away from us all. “Firecracker,” he whispers into her ear and she shivers.

Wait, she shivers. She shivers! She shivers! That can only mean one thing. His touch still has an effect on her body, which means that Claire’s soul is still craving his presence.

Claire’s consciousness is still alert even though her body is experiencing an uncontrolled electrical disturbance and that means that she’s fighting it. She’s fighting against whatever the fuck is happening.

Of course, she is. It’s Claire. The Queen of all vampire King’s.

Of course, she’s not going down without a fight. I said it once and I’ll say it again that girl has balls of steel.

The others must have also caught onto what I realized because we all begin to take action.

“Where the fuck is the healer?” shout’s Seneca before zooming out of the room.

“Cyrus, come with me,” says Luscious. “We need to check the Palace and make sure no threats are still present while the other’s work to retrieve the queen<'

“I agree,” I tell him as Nicklaus pleads with Claire from behind me. “Open your eyes for me, firecracker,”

“Her heart is slowing down,” says Xander right before Luscious and I begin to leave out the room, pausing the both of our footsteps.

“Perhaps she is in a dream state,” suggests Marcellus! “That’s got to be it! One of Aurora’s daughters did it to me before... She’s a clever and freaky little witch! She likes to spell me to sleep, quite often!”

“Lay her down,” Xander says to Nicklaus with caution. “The healer is here,” he adds in as Seneca storms back into the room while holding the royal physician by his neck.

“Save her fast or die slowly,” Seneca threatens the royal physician with blazing red eyes.

Nicklaus releases a menacing growl as the royal physician shakily approaches him with the fear of death planted across his bitch as face.

“You heard him,” Nicklaus growls lowly, deadly. “Save her fast or die slowly,”

“Cyrus, come on. We need to scout,” says Luscious before we take our leave but not before I release a small grow at the royal physician, making my intention's clear.

He better save her fast or he will die slowly, very, very, slowly.

Hey, love bugs. I’m back and I’m better as promised. Thank you all for the prayers, concerns, blessings and words of wisdom. Thank you, thank you, and thank you again.

My next update shall be Friday. I hope you enjoyed.

Did you miss me as much as I missed you?