Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King
|12|~His Rejection ~

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Embry POV.

I follow both of them through the busy streets of the city, take a sharp right turn, and then enter a dark alley.

The sound of gun shoots enters my sensitive ears, draining the blood from out of my face. I make a sharp left, run a little further down the narrow alleyway and then abruptly, come to a complete halt.

My heart skips several beats as my eyes come into contact with three things. Bodies, blood, and my.....

My mate!

I come in contact with the one and only, Cyrus. He is standing directly in front of the rusty old brown wolf with a pistol in his left hand, blood dripping down his chin and a huge all fangs hanging smile plastered onto his devilishly handsome face.

My eyes enlarge, viewing the scene before me, and my nostril flares widely. The metallic smell of wolf blood hits my nose so hard, I almost choke. The murder scene in front of my eyes is dark. It is so monstrous and grim. I have to blink several times just to make sure it’s real.

With shaky hands I cover my eyes, slamming them shut. Hoping and praying that the scene before me would miraculously disappear.

Seconds pass before I decide to remove my hands.

The scene is still here. This nightmare is my reality.

There is no way to escape this.

Tiny, black dots start to dance around my vision as I take in the entire scene. The elder she-wolf rusty brown fur is coated with crimsons. There is a huge hole in replace of where her heart uses to be and her insides hang freely from the open wound, dripping down onto the ground.

Her wolf body lies in a puddle of her blood and the gun wound in the center of her neck is wide open. Leaving the evidence behind what has happened to her for all to see. The elder she-wolf death was gruesome, beyond terrifying but that’s just the start of this horrific murder scene.

My eyes follow the pieces of the bloody puzzle of ripped, soaked, and drenched in ruby red flesh all the way to the small pile of bones. That’s all that is left of the pup, tiny scattered pieces of his flesh and a pile of his bones.

His blood is scattered all over the ground. That’s it! He is gone. I drop down to my knees in complete disbelief and the wave of nausea hit’s my body hard and strong. I think I’m going to be sick. I’ll never be able to get this bloody picture before me out of my head.

I stagger forward, clutching my stomach, and vomits up everything that I’ve ever consumed in my entire life. A century worth, of food and liquids, explodes from out of my mouth and nose. It’s too much. This is too much to take in.

I let it all out. My eyes release a river of tears and the contents from out of my body continue to spill. Everything!

My furry friend warm fur starts to move his head across my chest, attempting to calm me. His warm gestures have the opposite. I imagine the pup in his wolf form, rubbing his warm fur against his mother’s skin in hopes of some type of comfort. Fur!

All I can see is the sight of bloody fur. Flesh, I can feel the flesh being picked off the pup's bones. Death I can smell their death. The grim reapers ghostly figure is clinging onto my flesh.

I see dead people... Dead Wolves... I can see the dead wolves that he killed. Cyrus, my mate caused this.

I can feel him approaching me warily and cautiously as if he’s approaching a wild wounded animal. The she-wolf death clings onto his body like a second skin.

He did this. He killed them. No! This can’t be happening.

I look up to him with a blurry vision. In this light, he looks like a dark angel. The Angel of Death! Cold and deadly. The truth of that statement causes my tears to flow heavier. I can’t believe he would do something like this.

Cyrus drops down to my level, bending down onto his right knee and looks straight into my water-soaked hazel eyes. “Let’s go,” demands Cyrus. His voice is rough and rigid.

I can’t detect an ounce of guilt on his dangerously beautiful face.

I don’t understand. Why is he acting so cruel?

What have I’ve ever done to him? What have they ever done to him? That poor little pup, “You... You... You,”

“Killed them,” he speaks the words that I couldn’t bring myself to say out loud. “I killed the she-wolf. The little mutt was already dead.” His voice is cold and his words give me broad chills.

I can’t detect an ounce of remorse inside of his voice either. How can he be so cruel?

“Why are you being this way? You’re acting like,”

“A monster,” he takes the words right out of my mouth. “I am a monster, Embry. A cold and dangerous monster at that, the sooner you understand the better. This world is not filled with rainbow, butterflies, and marshmallows made clouds. This world is cold and dark. You need to get your head out of the clouds.”

“But, you are my mate, I’m yours. We’re des...”

“Don’t you dare complete that sentence,” he raises his voice, earning a growl from my furry friend in response. He pops his head out from my bra, bares his little canines, swipes his tiny claws, and stares at my mate head-on.

If Cyrus is surprised about my mini guard he doesn’t show it. He ignores him, never once breaking eye contact with me. The intensity of his angry glare makes me want to piss on myself. Afraid, for my furry friend live, I quickly push him back down into the safety of my dress. This is my monster to face not his.

Only a second passes before Cyrus decided to speak again.

“Yes, you are my beloved,” he reluctantly admits, bringing his face inches away from mine.

His golden eyes burn so brightly I feel like I’m being blinded by the desert blazing sun. “However, that doesn’t mean that we’re destined for shit. I don’t need a beloved, nor want one. I don’t want you.”

“You don’t want me,” I repeat his words in disbelief. He doesn’t mean that. He doesn’t.

“No, I don’t want you,” he confirms.

“I don’t want you,” his words echo inside of my head. He doesn’t want me. His words equal to rejections. His reaction equals the death of me. Why is he doing this to me?

What have I done to deserve such harsh treatment?

His words cut me so deep. It’s hard for me to breathe in.

I can’t breathe. Why would he want to hurt me so bad?

I can’t take it. My wolf refuses to accept it, but there’s no denying that he means every word.

My heart is breaking. Physically, breaking. I’m overstimulated and suffocating from my own emotions.

I’m weak, I can’t even speak. What can I say? I’m still trying to comprehend the key fact that my mate doesn’t want me. The man that I will rip out my heart and give it to would happily take it just to smash it into a million and one-pieces. That’s exactly what he has done.

He has smashed my heart.

His words are bouncing over the top of it, crushing the muscular organ, pumping blinding pain throughout the blood vessels of my circulatory system. For a minute I just sit here, watching him and crying a river before him.

“Please, don’t do this,” I cough up the words and beg. I’m pathetic! I sound extremely pathetic and flawed. He is a monster. Why do I even care?

My father would be so disappointed and I don’t care.

He’s still my mate, rather I like it or not. It is my duty to accept him right or wrong. He’s mine. He just needs someone to love him. I can love him despite his flaws. “Please don’t do this to us. I am you,” my voice breaks off.

“Chosen,” he hisses the word like a venomous snake, slithering throughout my entire body breaking all of my defenses with the sting from his tongue. I’m paralyzed.

“You are nothing but my chosen. You belong to me in every way imaginable. You are mine, Embry Destiny Wilde. All of the mines, I will have you in every way and trust me when I say that is all it shall ever be. You shall forever belong to me.”

“And you belong to me,” my voice sounds weak.

“Now see that’s where you’re wrong at, Sunshine,” advises Cyrus, still looking directly into my eyes. “I belong to me. You belong to me. That’s it! That’s all.”

I feel sick to my stomach. I cover my mouth to prevent the vile from rising back up in my throat from escaping.

“Do you understand,” he questions me without a single ounce of emotion.

I quickly nod my head in understanding, knowing that if I speak. All of my vomit will explode down onto his blood-stained combat boots.

“Good,” says Cyrus, finally taking a stand. As soon as he takes a step forward, I empty out the remainder of my stomach onto the ground.

All I can do is cry and vomit. The vile escapes and I hold my hair back while it all falls.

When I’m finally finished I start to dry heave and hold my stomach in hopes of stopping the pain. It doesn’t work. The pain doesn’t go anywhere.

My stomach is empty, but I still have the urge to puke.

At this point, I’m covered in my own vomit. I’m a mess. He did this to me. No, I did this to myself. I ran from him and now he hates me. There is a consequence for every action. The pain that I’m feeling is my own fault.

“Sire,” someone calls out. The voice sounds familiar but I don’t have the strength to look at the newcomer, nor do I want to. I feel dizzy and extremely light-headed like I’m going to faint at any second. “We have less than 2 minutes to reach the jet before the bombs go off.”

Bomb! No, they are going to bomb the city. I’ve got to warn someone. I try to pull myself up and stand on my feet only to fall right back down. I’m too weak.

My body feels like jelly and my vision goes in and out. The world appears to be spinning around me. I grab onto the ground, just to steady my body and attempt to push myself up once again.

Unfortunately, I’m a disgrace to my family name and too exhausted to overcome this obstacle. My face hit’s the puddle of my own vomit and everything around me goes blank.

A roaring engine coming to life enters my sensitive ears as my body starts to hum and shake from a sudden rocky vibration. I feel like my body is lifting, slightly moving, and whirring. Then suddenly, a bumping noise over tops the roaring engine sound inside of my ears.

My eyelids feel heavy as I begin to slowly open my eyes. I feel like I’m in a haze, slightly dazed and a sinking sensation rolls through my frame. There is a slight burning sensation every time my body moves.

From a distance, I can identify the sound of an engine throttling back and then my ears suddenly start to feel clogged, a popping sound goes in and out. A vivid picture of my surroundings starts to fade in and out as my human mind drifts back into reality.

My eyes are wide open now.

I don’t know where I am. The feel of blood rushing inside my head makes me run my fingers throughout my hair, only to be stopped by a stinging sensation around the flesh of my wrist.

I search my surroundings in panic. The first thing, I realize is that there is a tiny silver chain on my wrist that is tied around some sort of object. I start to tug, attempting to break free.

I’m chained in place. My eyes take in my current predicament.

There is a silver rope wrapped my entire body, holding me in place and preventing me from getting up and out of a bed. I’m chained into place on a bed that’s the shape of a circle, bedded with silky smooth sheets and a real thick and warm fur blanket. The chains are hanging around my frame, restricting my movement and a huge silver lock keeps the chains in place.

The replay of tonight event flashes inside of my mind at a rapid speed, rushing over my memory and bring forth a tidal-wave of painful emotions. Death! Rejection! Pain! It all comes back. The pain comes back. The sting from my mate’s rejection makes me want to scream.

For a slight second, I shake my head and close my eyes, attempting to escape the memories. They refuse to disappear, the series of my unfortunate events shall forever be branded inside of my head.

The memories are the souvenirs that will forever stay inside of my head.

The constant reminder of death and rejection Tears start to prickle from underneath my shut eyelids. This is what he has done to me.

I take one deep breath and force my mind to drift off to a better place. My family and the life that I use to have is the first thing that comes to mind. I miss them. I miss them so much it hurts.

They would help ease this never-ending pain. Celine, Kaya, Aunt Elena, and even Farrah would hold me while I’ll cry a river into their arms.

My brother would whisper sweet reinsurance’s inside of my ears. Uncle Maddox would take me out to train and blow off some steam. My father would kiss my forehead and tell me that everything will be alright.

My dad! I really wish that I could throw myself into the safe security of his arms and never let him go. The last time I saw him. I was so blinded by my own fury that I couldn’t see the bigger picture.

Everything to me now is crystal clear. I can now see that he was only trying to protect me. Clearly I’m incapable of protecting myself. The Lycan prince doesn’t love me, but at least he offered to protect my people and myself. Plus, he wanted me.

My own mate doesn’t want me.

Now, look at me! I’m chained on a bed and have been rejected by Cyrus. I was being so ungrateful and now I have no one. I’m all alone. Everyone is gone!

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I’m so stupid.

All I have now is my furry little friend.

I place my free hand over my chest, searching for him. He’s gone and so is my dress. That’s when I realize that I’m no longer in my dress.

In fact, I’m no longer in my clothes at all. I start to scan my new attire in a complete panic. I’m wearing a black over-sized soft cashmere V-neck sweater, which is so big on my frame. I’m sure it will look like a stylish sweater dress if I was standing that would come down past my knees.

I’m also wearing a pair of over-sized joggers that are the same exact material and color as the sweater. My skin is dirt, blood, and most importantly vomit free. The seductive scent of spiced mulberries lingers onto my skin like a thick cloud of smoke.

The scent is beyond potent. I can literally taste the sweet grapes and blackberries mixture inside of my mouth, mingling with a hint of cinnamon, indicating that someone has bathed and placed clothes on to me...

I’ve been so overwhelmed with my emotions I haven’t searched my surroundings. Which, is a huge no! No. A person should always pay attention to their surroundings. Always!

I start to take in my new settings. I’m inside of a luxurious large bedroom, designed in a beautiful sleek black and matte gray color scheme. The dark color scheme is surprisingly elegant. In its own sinister elegance type of way.

The dark marble walls are the exact shade and pattern of the spotless marble floor.

On my left side, sits a matte black nightstand, which holds a uniquely shaped genie table lamp, embellished with tiny black and silver shiny crystals.

On the right side of the room is a single glass sliding door that looks like it leads to an even more luscious bathroom. There are three square windows on the left and right side of the room that host a full display of the deep shades of the midnight sky. A total of two black leather seats complemented with a black plush sofa with grey throw pillow sits in the middle of the room.

Directly in front of the sofas sits a small fireplace. This room rich decor and lavishing furniture is nothing like I’ve ever witnessed.

Where am I? It feels like I’m gliding through the air. My eyes land on another sliding glass door and a beautiful man standing on the opposite side of the door, watching me. Cyrus...

It hurts just to look at him. He’s so dangerously beautiful. My mate, the alluring creature of a man that was supposed to be destined for me want’s nothing to do with me.

My heartstrings and his words start to ring inside my head. “I don’t need a beloved, nor want one. I don’t want you.”

He walks inside of the room with his hands crossed behind his back and his face is void of any emotions. From the smell of him and the view of his blood free attire, I can tell that he is fresh out of the shower.

He’s now wearing, a crisp black V-neck that clings onto his magnificent frame and an expensive pair of black designer jeans. His combat boots are blood and dirt free.

His thick and wavy mahogany hair is tousled and slightly wet. His amber almost golden sun shaded eyes blazes inner heat into my soul. No evidence remains of the monster that I now know that he can become.

He is so handsome.

“Hello, sleeping beauty,” he greets, giving me butterflies just because he called me beautiful. I’m so pathetic.

“Hello,” my voice cracks and sounds dry, almost horse. I lower my head too afraid that I may burst back out in tears. The silver chains touch my face, causing a slight burn.

“How are you feeling,” He questions, now standing directly in front of the bed.

“I’ve been better,” I admit.

“I’m sure,” his deep voice sends a heatwave to burn brightly in the center of my core.

“The chains were placed onto you as a precaution. Just in case your wolf decided to take over, during your unconscious state. I had to ensure that you wouldn’t attack anyone once you have awakened,” he informs. I can feel that his eyes are still locked onto me without even looking at him.

“I would never attack you…. I don’t believe in pointless bloodshed.” I protest.

“Coming from the girl who dug her claws into my flesh, before she ran away from me,” He reminds me while taking a seat on the opposite side of the bed.

“Is that why you rejected me?” I whisper, still trying to understand his decision.

Minutes passes and Cyrus doesn’t answer my question. I wonder if he ever will?

“Where is my dress and my friend,” I replace the courage to ask.

“Your dress has been disposed of and your furry little cousin is chained up to a chair closure towards the cockpit,” informs Cyrus.

Thank my Goddess, he is still alive. Wait. Did he just say that I was related to my furry little friend? An arctic fox! Yes, he did.

I frown at the fact that my mate just basically stated that I’m a part of the Canidae family and decide not to dwell on his indications for too long. Mostly, because it’s kind of true if you really think about it.

“What is a cockpit,” I question, placing the focus onto only one part of his sentence.

“A cockpit is the area near the front of this aircraft,” Cyrus educates me.

Aircraft, Like a plane? Are we on a plane? I place my eyes back onto the window. I gasp. Of course, we are!

That would explain the close-up view of the passing clouds! The noise…. Oh, My Goddess! The noise and the feeling of my body rising up from off the ground and gliding through the air.…..

A plane could fly over mountains, valleys, volcanoes, oceans, and seas.

There is no telling how far away he has or will be taking me. Then it dawns on me.

I may not ever see my family again. The brim of my eyes starts to sting and a sob threatens to escape as I take in the harsh reality. There is a strong possibility that I’ll never see my family again.

“I’ll be back in shortly with your dinner,” Cyrus informs acting as if I’m not a second away from breaking down before his very eyes.

“I’m not hungry,” I whisper, using every ounce of my strength to fight back my tears. I don’t want to cry in front of him. I did enough of that.

“Your body has been through a lot. You will eat, rather you want to or not,” he says. With that and that’s final voice before taking his leave.

My waterworks start to fall as soon as Cyrus walks out the door. I’m alone.

I’m on my own...

How quickly my life has changed? I went from the privileged she-wolf to the captured she-wolf within a day.

I’ve become nothing but an abducted fucking reject.