Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King
|38|~The Apology ~

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Embry POV.

I left my mate exactly where he belongs, in the lake beating his meat sack, attempting to bust his nuts.

Now, I know that may sound outrageously petty but it is what it is. He deserved it. To me, that’s the ultimate revenge.

I’ve never thought that I’ll be the one to do something like that but once again Cyrus has managed to bring out the worse in me. He’s such a savage, a ruthless son of a gun and I hate him because of it. I swear, that conniving little jerk has officially pissed me off.

I mean seriously, just look at me. I’m a wreck because of him, my blood is pouring out of my wound by the gallons. My skin is much paler than usual, lifeless. He literally attempted to suck the life out of me and my entire body is covered in purple and black bruises.

URGH! I’m so mad I could punch him. Yeah, that’s right! I can punch him slam in his handsome face. I hate him!

Urgh. I hate him…I hate him. I hate him. Oh, Goddess! I hate him. I still can’t believe that he attempted to claim me without my permission. How could he? That’s... That is... That is.....

“So disrespectful,” finishes my wolf. Oh, yeah! She’s still pissed off to, and she has every right to be. I’m currently in the human by the name of Abigail cabin, pacing back in forth in this small confinement of a space. I didn’t have anywhere else to go. There was no way that I would run back into that Demons King estate. No way at all and I really don’t have the energy to try to make a sweet escape at the moment. So, here I stand.

I could have dropped onto my knees and thank the Goddess over and over again when I walked into the empty room.

I can only imagine how that poor little human would react if she saw my glowing golden eyes, bruised body and the gallons of blood flowing down from out my neck. Oh, yeah and let’s not forget that I’m soaking wet and still naked. I literally look like the walking dead.

The poor human girl would have had a fright. I probably would have scared her to death. “Focus Embry,” says my wolf. Oh, yeah! I almost forgot that I was talking to her. How rude? See this is exactly what I mean when I say that Cyrus brings the worse out of me.

“Your right,” I agree. “That was totally disrespectful and unacceptable,” Yeah, you can’t forget that.

“His behavior was way past the point of unacceptable. How could he do that to me... to us?”

“Because he’s a selfish piece of shit Embry,” answers my wolf. “He doesn’t deserve us. That’s exactly why I’ve been so mad at you. Our supposed to be mate has been dragging us through hell and you have been just allowing him to pull you. In fact, you have been holding his hand, damn near carrying the torch,”

“I have not,”

“You have to,” she growls and I hate to admit it but once again she is right. I have been allowing him to get away with murder. Oh, Goddess! I’m so stupid.

“You are not stupid, Embry,” scolds my wolf. “And stop using the Goddess name in vain,” she tells me with a slight wolf giggle I laugh at that. I was wondering when she was going to get on me about that. My wolf always hated when I say oh, my Goddess! She believes I say that way too much.

Oh, Goddess! I really did miss her.

“I’ve missed you to Embry,” she admits. “I really did and I love you with all my heart but sometimes you can become overly emotional and unstable. Now, don’t get me wrong I love you but it bothers me how sentimental you are. Plus, the fact that you have a bad habit of forgiven those who don’t deserve to be forgiven. It makes you appear to be naive. Those traits of yours irks me to the very end,”

“Hey, I’m not any of those things,” I disagree. Okay, now I will admit that I have a horrible judge of character but other than that.

I’m cool.

“Oh, yes you are,” she tells it like it is. “And it’s nothing wrong with that Embry. You are human, and emotional unstable creature,”

“You’ll be the one to talk,” I sass. Like seriously? Every species know that were-people are as unstable as they come, thanks to our wolf side. They have no chill. “Now, I’ll admit that my human side maybe emotional, unstable, overly caring and a little to forgiven but I’m far from naive,”

“You’re right,” she admits. “So stop acting naive for him,”

“What do you mean,” I question, taking a deep breath.

A moment of silence passes between us before she finally decides to answer me.

“Embry you are my human,” my wolf tells me with caution. “And I love you just the way you are but you have to learn how to control your emotions. You can’t allow your heart to cloud your better judgment,”

“That won’t do us any good, especially with a mate like him. You have a bad habit of letting people in that don’t deserve to be let in. In this day and time, you can’t just freely give away your trust. Your heart is opened like a can of worms when it comes to Cyrus. He takes advantage of that,”

“Mate or not, Cyrus needs proof that he is worthy enough to receive your love,” she gives me her wisdom and I accept it.

This is another reason why I missed my wolf so much. She has and will always be my third eye. She can see things that I can’t see, and she knows how to handle them. That is one blessing that out Luna granted us were-people with when she assigned us our wolves. Legend has it that our wolves are our spirits. They understand what our soul really wants and need.

“You’re right,” I admit. “Cyrus doesn’t deserve us,”

“No, he doesn’t,”

“Arg! I swear, I’m so mad I could rip out his throat,” I tell her while walking into the tiny little bathroom. It’s really, tiny. There is nothing but a toilet, a broken mirror, and a tiny rusty sink. That’s it. My wolf chuckles and draws me back into our conversation.

“Don’t get mad, Get even,” she advises.

She’s right again.

Embry POV.

About five hours later, I’m finally all freshened up. Yes, I said it, five hours later. That’s how long it took me to get myself together. Okay, not really but it did take me about a half of hour to get the bloodstains from off my skin and to thoroughly wash out the inky substance from out of my hair.

I had a strong urge to puke the entire time that I was washing up. Blood is Gross. She-wolf of not, the sight of blood has always and will forever make me sick to my stomach.

“Coming from the she-wolf that hungrily feasted on your mate bloods,” speaks up my sub-consciousness. Yeah, I know right.

Now, that I’m calmed. I’ve been mentally dealing with everything that went down this morning. I guess you can say that is one reason why I’ve been locked away inside this room.

During, my shower I couldn’t get the feeling of Cyrus finger exploring my treasure chest out of my head. Nor could I come to grips with the words that came out of my mouth. I literally begged him to fuck me... Begged him to take me...

My face has been basked in pink powder just by thinking about it.

How embarrassing is that? It’s really embarrassing. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. My actions were a little promiscuous and that sad part is I can’t even blame it on the fact that my mate was force claiming me. Nor, could I blame it on the fact that I lost way too much blood. Even though, everyone knows that when you lose that much blood your mind and body will have a traumatic reaction, so if I wanted to. I could have blamed it the “Traumatic Reaction,” that my body was having.

In all honestly, if someone would ever ask me about it. Most likely, I would lie and blame it on one of the two but the truth is that both of those scenarios are nothing but excuses. The reality of my situation is that I wanted it. I really, really wanted it.

At that moment, all I could think about was Cyrus taking me hard and fast. I wanted him to have his way with me and I don’t know how to cope with it.

So I’ve been doing the most logical thing to do, avoiding him.. Surprisingly enough Cyrus has been avoiding me too. He hasn’t come looking for me or even tried to communicate with me, which is strange. I know this because my mental barrier has been down for the last past three hours now.

Thank’s to the emotionally drained state that I’m currently experiencing and honestly..... I’m kind of agitated that he hasn’t checked in on me or apologized for his actions.

All that proves is that my wolf was right about him. Cyrus doesn’t deserve me.

A forced claim, like seriously? To my people that is the ultimate betrayal. Well actually my father and uncle have signed me up to be forcefully claimed by the Lycan Prince, so apparently my people only believe that it’s the ultimate betrayal when done to certain people. Gosh...

All of them are savages but Cyrus is my mate. He should know better. He could have killed my wolf. How could he do that to me?

How could he? Seriously. Ugh! I just want to know what he was thinking. How could he do that to me? I really want to storm in that estate, punch him in his face and tell him about himself because obviously he is too cowardly to face me. That ruthless scum, he’s such a coward.

A huge one! He’s so cowardly that he’s been sending human servants in here to do his mated duties such as feeding me sand providing clothing for me. His clothes by the way….

It took every ounce of my self-control not to throw the plate against the wall and set his clothes on fire because of the obvious reason.

To begin with, the fact that I’m too tall to fit Abigail's clothes. Plus, I rather not walk around wearing a way to small and short maid costumes. When I tried the clothing on and took a good look at myself. I was instantly reminded of those humans in those old videotapes that do unspeakable things to men. My brother, Ruq likes to watch those videos when he believes that no one else is in the packhouse.

They are disgusting. Ruq is such a pervert. So with that thought in mind, I passed and then settled with wearing Cyrus over-sized belongings, and my wolf wasn’t too happy about that.

She said that she rather walk around naked, which is her norm. Now to obvious reasons number two, which is partially common sense because everyone knows that food is life. Only a fool would turn away food. Seriously, without eating you will starve. So, of course, I accepted the breakfast and lunch that was delivered to me with a huge smile plastered on my face.

I’m a greedy wolf. There is no shame in my game. At least, my wolf agreed with me about that one. Speaking of which, my wolf is another reason why I’ve been hesitant to leave this room. She has randomly turned back into Ms. snappy. It’s very strange.

One minute we were getting along great and the next minute she started growling inside my head. I tried to calm her, but she ignored me and the attempted to claw her way out if me. This lasted for about an hour or so, maybe longer. Eventually, I gave up and just shut her out completely. Now, here I stand alone and bored.

Completely bored out of my mind, I thought about roaming into the Devil King estate several times but every time I touched the doorknob my feet felt like they were stuck in place. Oh, Goddess, I miss Kaya and Celine.

“I wonder how they would advise me on handling Cyrus,” I think to myself while popping down onto Abigail’s tiny bed.

Kaya would most likely tell me to kill him with kindness and Celine would most likely demand that I murder him in his sleep. In fact, she’ll be the one to hide in the closet, watch him into he fell fast asleep, and then smother him with a pillow herself just, so I wouldn’t have to get my hands dirty. She is that type of crazy. Her human or wolf doesn’t take shit from anybody.

She is so brave. I wish she was here with me. I could hear her now, “All you have to do Embry is go grab the rope, Kaya will get the tape and I will get the knife to split his fucking throat. That’s it! That easy.”

She really is down for whatever. I miss her. I miss Kaya.

“Oh, my Kaya,” I sigh. “Now that she’s gone, nothing will ever be the same.” I think to myself, as a single teardrop rolls down the side of my face.

The sound of knocking on the door makes me jump. “Room service,” says the last voice that I ever expected to hear on the other side of the door.

It’s Gutter Butter. Would you look at that? Cyrus spared him, after all, I was wondering if he was a dead man by now. I guess not. “Open the door, Deathtrap! Before, I knock it down,” he starts to bang.

“Go away,” I don’t want to see him or anyone else right now, I say quickly wiping my tears away with my sleeve. “No one’s home,”

“Aww come on, Deathtrap,” he bangs harder. “You damn near got me killed this morning,” he starts to plead on my guilt. “The least you could do is open the door for me, please,” he pleads, stretching out the E in, please. Oh, please? Since when on this soaked in crimson blood earth does a vampire say please, he’s up to something.

Possibly, payback.

“Deathtrap,” he sings. “You have five seconds to open this door or so help me, blood god, I’ll drain this pretty little blonde human friend of yours right here and right now,” Instantly, my blood runs cold. He’s got, Abigail. Oh, no, no, no.

Without thinking, I open the door with such force I almost break the door handle. “Let her go, right now,” I growl while rushing out of the room.

“Got you,” he declares, quickly taking a hold of my upper arm, not wasting any time dragging me towards the estate.

Oh, crap! He’s got me. Abigail is nowhere to be found. It’s just Gutter Butter dressed in his finest toy soldier suite and now me. Yup, he’s got me good! Ewe, how could I be so got darn naive? I’m a she-wolf for crying out loud I should have listened for Abigail's heartbeat.

“Get your hands off of me right now,” I demand. “Didn’t you already learn your lesson about what happens when you mess around with me?” I brag. He ignores me and continues to drag me along like I’m nothing. “Gutter Butter, I swear to Goddess,”

“Gutter Butter,” he says, stopping in his tracks with nothing but pure amusements swirling inside his crystal blue eyes. “I like it,” he adds a second later. Then he continues to drag me along with him. Hold up! Wait! Did he just...

“You like it,” I ask him. “Wait, huh? I, I,” I begin to stutter.

“You’re what,” he asks. “Confused,” teases Gutter butter, and then he bursts out laughing. Literally, laughing his ass off. Meanwhile, I’m staring at him like he has suddenly grown another head. “Look death trap, I’m sorry,” he adds on to my shock.

“I know that I’ve been a complete jerk. You really are a nice girl, despite your species but in my defense, you really are a death trap well, like really just sit down and think about it,”

“You’ve only been my responsibility for 48 hours now and I almost been killed twice because of it,” He tells and I must admit that he does have a valid point.

“With that being said, it was on the right that I had to be a tad bit stand-offish with you,” he explains, again making another valid point but what has changed? If he was only being a jerk because he classified me as a… What did he say again? Oh, right! A (Death Trap.) Then, why is he acting more relaxed now?

“Okay, you have a valid point,” I admit. “But what I don’t get is why the sudden change,” It’s just too suspicious. “Wait a minute! Is this some sort of trap,”

“No it’s not a trap,” advises Gutter, while letting go of my arm and then stopping in his tracks. He just stares into the night’s sky for a long-drawn-out moment before speaking again. “This is called gratitude, Embry. You could have killed me last night. In fact, you have multiple times to end my life and run away but you didn’t,”

“I mean sure you beat my ass,” he admits with a shrug. “But honestly, I deserved it.” He tells me and a small smile begins to form on his lips.

Oh, wow! He’s smiling. “Yeah,” I say. “You did,”

“You damn right I did,” he says smiling a little harder. That’s exactly why I risked my life, by walking into the King study and requesting to be your guard during your stay here. Now, I wanted to become your permanent guard but with me being in charge of his security detail that may appear to be a very difficult task so,”

Hold up, wait! “You did what,” I cut him off. “Why would you do that? I don’t need a guard, nor do I want one,”

“No you don’t,” surprisingly agrees Gutter Butter. “Trust me, I know but you look like you could use a friend,”

A friend? Really! Why the hell would he want to be friends with me? Yup, it’s officially. Gutter announcement just screams trap. He’s buttering me up just to slaughter me. I’m no fool.

“Plus, you’re a she-wolf, Embry in a house full of vampires. Trust me when I say that it is for the best,” he continues to persuade.

“Uh, huh,” I say while crossing my arms.

“Yes, huh,” says Gutter smiling harder. “Now, let’s go. King Cyrus was very adamant about bringing you to him as quickly and as quietly as possible. He said that if I could persuade you to come along with me without causing a scene that the gig was mine,”

The gig, I think to myself. “What’s a gig,” I question him out loud, causing Gutter to release a light snicker.

“You’re the gig, Deathtrap,” he says as if that explains anything. I cross my arms and then just continue to stare at him like he’s stupid because obviously he believes I’m stupid. I’m not buying it. Actually, the fact that he’s even attempting to play me like a fool begins to piss me and my wolf all.

My wolf steps out. “Do you think I’m some type of fool,” she growls.

“Whoa there little wolfy,” he says, while holding his hands up in mock surrender. Whoa, their little wolfy my ass! There is nothing little about me.

My wolf takes a step forward in his direction. She really doesn’t like the fact that he’s attempting to play with our intelligence. Gutter's eyes grow wider as he realizes that my wolf isn’t kidding around. He takes a step back, and she takes another step forward.

“Look, I know that you don’t trust me,” he begins to explain himself. Wait a minute, why is he explaining himself? “And you have every reason not to, but I swear on my life that I truly do want to befriend you, Embry,”

“And why is that,” snaps my wolf. Oh, she’s mad! Mad.

Gutter looks to his left and then to his right. Before, he finally looks back into my golden eyes and says, “Because bad people don’t defeat their attacker, tie them to a tree and then check on them all through the night. Only, good people do shit like that, Death Trap,” he explains with a small smile.

“I’ll be a fool not to respect, protect, and cherish a good person like yourself when given the opportunity to, she-wolf or not Embry. You spared my life. That’s the real reason why I requested to protect yours, just look at it this as a favor, for a favorite type of arrangement.”

My wolf presence disappears after that, which means she believes him. So I’ve no choice but to believe him as well. I meant what I said when I agreed to always trust my instincts.

My wolf is my instinct.

Gutter and I stand in silence for a while after that. I take this moment to enjoy this sweet blessing by the name of mother nature. It’s colder than it was last night but I’m not complaining because this is truly my favorite type of weather.

The sky is pitch black, darker than dark but the stars are still shining like diamonds. It really is beautiful here. Truly, extraordinary.

“I know that you are a fan of nature,” Gutter suddenly says, breaking my current train of thoughts.“But we really do need to get you to King Cyrus right away,” he says before he begins to walk back towards the estate.

I guess he doesn’t feel the need to drag me along any longer. Whelp! That could only mean that I’m a free woman. If Gutter isn’t going to force me to go, I’m staying even with him turning into Mr. Nice guy.

For a second, I just stand in place into his kind words floats inside my head. He is the first vampire who has ever shown me an ounce of kindness. The least, I can do is not give him any trouble.

That thought alone is all it takes for me to cave in, following right behind him.

Gutter looks over his shoulder and then nods his head in approval. “You see all vampires are not that bad, Death Trap,” he says with a smirk.

“No,” I admit while catching up with him. “Some of you are not,”

“Speak for yourself,” suddenly speaks my wolf. “I still don’t fully trust him, and neither shall you. Remember what I said, don’t give your trust away so freely, just because he gave us some bull shit apology doesn’t mean that it is sincere,” she tells me and I mentally nod.

My wolf is right. I have to be on my P’s and Q’s at all times. No one is fully trustworthy. No one.