Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King
|19| ~It's Kill Or Be Killed~

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Embry POV.

My wolf slams our weight into the monster, making him stumble. I can feel his power the moment I’m in his presence. In order to take him down, were going to have to be in our wolf form.

Our temperature rises along with our temper. Heat consumes our entire body, mingling with our rage. I feel like I’m on fire, burning on the inside and out but it doesn’t hurt. It’s exciting. I can take the heat and the change is highly anticipated.

“Shift,” I tell my wolf, and she follows my command. She shifts into her true form, effortlessly landing onto our four paws.

The monster examines our gray and white coat carefully. And I purposely stare into his bloody eyes that leads to his darkened soul, challenging him. Vampires hate to be challenged. They hate for a creature to place themselves on their imaginary pedestal.

His monster's anger is rising by the second. Good. I can see his rage. My wolf can feel it. He hates my kind and no one gives a fuck.

He can rot in hell for all I care and that’s exactly where he’s going. Too hell! My wolf doesn’t waste any more time, issuing the first attack. She sends our claws in the direction of his face, missing him by a second. The monster leaps back in a flash. I never seen someone move as fast as him and before I have time to counter his attack. He smacks our paw out of his way.

“Arghhh,” my wolf howls inside of our head. His touch slightly burns our fur.

“His hands are laced with silver,” I warn her. Avoid direct contact. She growls in agreement and goes back to work, once again throwing our claws in the direction of his face. He leaps back again, dodging us, easily.

Then, he doesn’t pause at all, issuing an attack of his own. He moves with the grace of a predator, well calculated and well-trained. He’s stronger than us and a lot faster. But that doesn’t matter. What we lack in strength we make it up with technique.

We dance in a battle of pain. Claws swinging, fangs bearing! My wolf issue a strike and misses. He dodges and escapes our attacks and then issues an attack of his own. Fast and lethal! But so far we manage to avoid any attack that he has issued.

His movements are quick, and his strikes are swift. We’re struggling with keeping up with him, but we still take him head-on. I watch my monster move in a beautiful force, giving all that we have. We’re not giving up. We will win or die trying.

My wolf pounces into the air, landing an inch away from him and then swings our claws in the direction of his heart. Unfortunately, we miss and the file creature has the nerve to smirk and before we have time to issue another attack he kicks out his leg, hitting us directly in the snout with such force, it sends us flying back.

Our head smashes into the marble floor with a loud thud. My wolf release a choir of whines and whimpers out loud. Black spots start to dance around our vision, but that’s not nearly enough to make us give up. Within a second, we pick ourselves up and try again.

Back onto four paws and pouncing in his direction quicker than one can blink. This time we land directly into his arms. A huge mistake!

Quickly we attempt to fix our error and get out of this vulnerable position. But were too late. He squeezes my wolf frame with such force the sound of my bones snapping overlaps the sounds of war clashing all around us.

The pain is blinding, unbearable. I can feel a shitload of trauma to my wolf form, forcing us to shift. I release a loud cry of anguish. Blood is pouring from out the side of my head, dripping down onto the marble floor. The pain. There is so much pain...

“I’m going to enjoy tasting you,” the monster whispers, in a menacing voice, squeezing my broken frame harder and the tone of his voice tells me that it’s game over. He won. I failed my people.

I failed Kaya. All around me wolves are falling. I can feel the death of many wolves through my now open family bond. They know that death is at my doorstep. I reach out to touch every last one of their souls, just like how Kaya reached out to touch mine.

I can particularly hear Celine crying and visualize my father's wolf crunched over and howling in pain. Inside my head, I can picture my sister and brother, bending over on their knees in the middle of nowhere, begging me not to give up on this fight. I still have a little fight inside of me.

If I wanted to fight for my life I could, but for what purpose? Why would I want to continue to live after this? I’ve done nothing but disgraced my family name since I’ve been captured and embarrassed myself. Some Wilde wolf I’ am.

My wolf couldn’t save Kaya... We couldn’t even save ourselves. We are weak.

We deserve to die! So my family pain and fear of losing me is pointless. Our life is a waste of space, worthless. I’m worth less than a penny.

We deserve to die and I’m not afraid to meet my end. No matter, how crazy it sounds. I’m ready to meet my Goddess and my wolf and I accept our fate. Were not afraid to die.

At this point, my head is pounding, blood is dripping into my eyes and the pain is searing through my entire frame. The world is spinning around me! I’m dizzy... So, very dizzy!

On their own accord, my eyes start to shut and Cyrus's indescribably handsome face appears inside of my mind. “I love you,” I think to myself.

“Even if you never loved me. I’ll always love you.” I can only hope he doesn’t feel any pain from my death.

The vampire plunges his monstrous, fangs inside of my neck, ripping my flesh in the process. If I thought I was in pain before, I was fooled. This is true pain... Like the first time I was bitten, it feels like a hot needle has been plunged into my lungs.

But this bite is different... Way more powerful. It feels like I’m burning life in hell and being choked to death by a product of that unearthly plane. This is the epitome of true torture and his bite is deadly. His venom feels like acid as it spreads throughout my nervous system, running throw my veins, killing me slowly with every sip.

I can feel my life force slipping away and then suddenly the vampire fangs are snatched out of my skin with such force my skin tears.

It stings really badly but my body sighs with relief as the smell of mulberry spice brings me back to life. Cyrus. He saved my life once again.

“What the hell are you doing?” I hear a voice yell.

“Sorry, I didn’t know any other way to stop you,” answers Cyrus. Without looking, I know he’s standing in front of me. Sparks fire inside of my soul when his leg brushes my own.

“Why the fuck would you do that,” someone questions. I believe it’s the monster that nearly ended my life. I don’t have the energy to open my eyes and I’m drifting in and out of consciousness.

Another round of gun-shoots is released into the air, and my body twitches in response. The sound of wolves howling in pain re-breaks my heart. The reality of my situation once again comes crashing down. My people are dying. I failed them.

The monsters have demolished us just like I knew that they would. But I don’t have time to drown in self-pity due to Cyrus forcefully shoving his blood down my throat. The warm cinnamon substance never disappoints, bringing forth tremendous pleasure, which makes me sick to my stomach.

I suppress the moan and use all of my might to fight my body natural attraction to my mate. The lust traveling through my body does nothing but make me feel disgusted with myself. I don’t have to put up much of a fight because one minute he’s feeding me blood and the next minute he smooth touch disappears from my lips.

On the inside, I’m panicking. On the outside I’m numb and I can’t feel my wolf.

“Sleep, Embry,” soothes Cyrus inside of my head in a compelling tone. Almost, instantly my body goes limp.

I can hear my monster of a mate talking to the other monster but I can’t understand any words coming out of either of their mouths. My mind is being tugged by an eerie presence, who is attempting to force me to sleep. Due to experience, I know that it’s Cyrus's power attempting to force me to do what he wants me to do.

However, I also know that I’ve got the power to disobey his command.

Seconds pass and I still can’t feel my wolf presence. I know she’s there, but we have experienced major trauma. She’s healing, which means I’ve got to fight Cyrus commandment all by myself.

With everything in me, I push his influence out of my brain. It hurts and takes way too much energy.

Still, I push, and I pull, and I fight his commandment.

I blink and take in the scene in front of me. There are red-eyed monsters, everywhere completely draining any wolf or human that somehow managed to survive the attack.

This scene shall forever haunt my memory.

My eyes fall onto my mate, who is standing directly in front of me. He releases a low but threatening growl the moment my eyes lock with his and that gleam in his eyes tells me that he’s way past the point of pissed about me breaking free from his commandment.

Abruptly, his attention shifts in the direction of the staircase. My eyes follow his lead, bringing the vampire that nearly killed me into my line of vision.

He’s watching the other vampires with a mesmerizing monstrous fang’s baring smile. The beautiful but creepy look on his face sends chills down my spine.

Not even a moment later, a woman with flaming red hair descends from down the staircase. It takes me less than a second to sniff out that she’s one of them.

She approaches the monster and drops down on her knees, and even from here, I can see the fear of losing her life flash inside of her eyes.

“Please forgive me, Your Majesty. Please, show mercy,” her pleads gains the attention of every red eye beast inside of this room. Shock drenches my entire being when I take in the title and respect she used as she addressed him.

He’s a King. I so foolishly attacked one of the Vampire King’s.

Of course, he is! That will explain that raw and powerful aura that surrounds him. Now, that I’m watching him. I mean really watching him. I can see, feel, and tell that he is the most powerful creature in this room.

The dark, deadly, and dangerous black ring around him all but screams drop down to your knees. I couldn’t see it before because I was blinded by rage.

The vampire before my eyes is more than a King. He’s the King.

The King of All Vampire Kings! King Nicklaus the most powerful man in the world. All Vampire King answer to him, including my mate.

King Nicklaus is known to be the most barbaric of them all. How could I’ve been so stupid? From the very moment, I attacked him I practically signed my own death warrant.

Too afraid to move, I continue to watch him from afar with wide terror-stricken eyes.

He’s now making his way towards the vampire woman with the grace of the most feared predator. True to his name King Nicklaus's presence alone demands submission.

He doesn’t even have to speak. The woman lowers her head, showing compliance, pleasing him.

“You may rise,” His commandment, sends a round of chills to travel down my spine. The woman stands and refuses to look at him in the eyes. I don’t blame her! I stared into that creature’s soul and it’s darker. Just about as darker than the deepest pits of hell.

His fangs descend, causing me to flinch. The memory of his fangs piercing my skin gives me the urge to piss on myself.

He’s seconds away from taking her life, almost there when another monster beats him to the punch.

He moved so fast, even my enhanced senses didn’t detect him into his fangs sank directly into the right side of the woman's neck, followed up by The King of All King plunging his fangs into the other side of her neck.

They work in a united front, draining her together. From here, I can hear their fangs equally ripping and tearing her skin.

She releases an ear-splitting scream, which rings violently inside of my head. No matter, how hard I try I can’t break the stare. Plus, the fear inside of my thundering heart renders me silent and just when I think it's over. King Nicklaus snatches out her spine, rips out her heart, and then kicks her body to side like she’s nothing.

Almost automatically, my stomach starts to churn, my vision starts to spin round and round, and my heart nearly drops out of my chest.

Suddenly, The King of All Vampire Kings looks in my direction and that all it takes for the world around me to go completely blank.

My head slightly hurts.

Where am I?

Once again, I replace myself opening my eyes to an unfamiliar room. The delicious scent of spiced mulberry slightly lingers telling me that my mate was recently inside of this room.

Thinking of which, this room is really spectacularly grand. It’s about the size of three-bedroom apartments. The bed is huge enough to sleep a family of eight. Maybe, more and the cream Egyptian cotton sheets feel really soft and gentle against my skin.

The walls are eggshell cream but beautiful bare and open. The thick curtains are also eggshell cream, and a perfect assemble for both of the wide square floor-length windows that are completed with its own window seat. They also hold a breathtakingly beautiful view of the city.

New York City or more like the bloody city that was recently spray-painted in scarlet. Images from the nightmare that I managed to escape quickly resurfaces, bringing tears to my eyes.

All of those lifeless bodies. Kaya’s body! She’s dead. She’s gone.

I try to shake the memory of her beaten body out of my head but no matter how hard I try. Her murder scene refuses to disappear.

I couldn’t save her. I failed them all. My mind reaches out to my wolf for comfort with no such luck. She ignores me, completely shutting me out. I focus on breaking through her protection barrier for what seems like an eternity. No matter how hard I try I can’t feel her. Our line of communication is hazy.

I know she’s there but I can’t reach her. It’s like she has decided to seize any type of communication with me. Great! Even my wolf has abandoned me.

Now, I truly understand how it feels to be all alone.

My eyes briefly scan over the beautifully designed room one more time before I place my focus onto the setting sun.

How long have I’ve been out?

I feel extremely weak, which is weird because I remember Cyrus forcefully feeding me his blood. They must have inflicted silver into my veins when I passed out.

I can’t believe I got myself into this mess. I’m such a fool, believing that I could save others from meeting a tragic ending. I can’t even save myself.

How did I get here? Look at me! Just look at me. I’m weak. Pathetic! A disgrace and a coward...

I should have perished with my people. I don’t deserve to live.

Who would?

My personal guilt is too much to bear. Too much to endure and take. How did my life come to this? It feels like my fate is to live a life under the influence of pain.

These days that’s the only emotion I seem to feel. That’s my life. Ever since I’ve been captured by him. My mate.

He found me, held me captive and now I’m officially lost. I lost myself and it’s all because of him.

I don’t get it. Seriously, how could the one person who I’m designed to be with do everything in his power to crush me?

The door opens and here comes the man of the hour. My mate... He walks in and not a single emotion can be detected on his face.

I’m starting to hate his face.

That hauntingly beautiful face.

“You’re awake,” he questions. “How are you feeling?” The concern inside of his voice is undeniable and I almost beg him to take me inside of his arms, desperately seeking his affection.

Before, I could do just that. A sudden shudder of disgust travels through my entire frame.

Self-disgust! I’m disgusted with myself for having a single moment of weakness with this file creature that supposed to be my mate.

A petite and fresh face human timidly walks in behind him, bearing a tray of food.

“I asked you a question,” says Cyrus approaching the bed. His golden eyes glued onto my face. “How quickly you have forgotten the rules?”

The rules! I almost was killed and my people were slaughtered. Oh, and let’s not forget that my flesh and blood was murdered by his friend. And one of the first things that fall from his mouth consists of his bullshit ass rules.

I made a promise to myself that I would always value, cherish, and respect my mate no matter what. Once upon a time, I thought that I would never break that promise.

Key Word: Once upon a time!

“Fuck your rules.” I sass, earning an expected growl from my mate and causing the human girl to drop the tray filled with food.

Almost instantly, Cyrus's face turns red matching the same color of his now bright glowing eyes.

“What did you say to me,” he questions in an extremely threatening voice and I almost second guess my choice of words.

Like I said... Almost!

"You heard me,” I tell him straight up. I really don’t give two single fucks about losing my life at this point.

“Fuck, your kind! Fuck your rules and most importantly fuck you! I hate you!” I shout to the top of my lungs.

My temper is rising with each passing second. I don’t know where this new-found courage is coming from. I don’t know how or where I found the strength but I do know one thing.

Seriously, I hate him.

There I said it! I hate him. Every bad thing that has happened to me is because of him.

I’ll never see my family again because of him.

I was nearly was killed because of him.

Kaya is dead because of him.

I was so naive. It’s hilarious if you think about it. Before last night I used to feel like we all could get along. My kind and his.

I was a true believer. I was never the type to hold grudges. I felt like it never did anyone of us any good.

I truly was under the impression that we all could coexist. I was blind but now my eyes are wide open, thanks to him.

You see I used to believe that most vampires were just misunderstood.

I used to believe that the only way to stop the bloodshed is to forgive and forget.

But I was wrong. I learned the hard way. They crushed my soul when they took her life. I’ll never forgive them.

I will never forgive him.

“I hate you! I swear on my life that I hate you on everything that I love. I will never, ever, ever, ever in a million years follow any of your stupid rules or your commandments. You are dead to me.” I continue to shout, meaning every word and leaving Cyrus completely speechless.

At this point, it's fuck him!

It fuck our fated union. He’s an ass, who doesn’t deserve me and I mean that in the humblest way.

He has sucked the life out of me and that’s a fact. Cyrus has taught me that this is a dog-eat-dog world. It’s Kill or be killed!

He broke me in a matter of days. He ruined me! I’ll never forgive him. I’ll never forgive any of them. My tears are flowing and my heart is overwhelmed with pain. So this is what true pain feels like.

Well, I’m not going to go through this alone and that’s a promise. I was never the type to give up. Let alone give up on my mate but yet here I am.

Everyone has a breaking point. I guess this is mine.

My next words just fall from my mouth. “I Embry Destiny Wilde reject you as my mate!”

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