Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King
|75| ~ Inner Peace Treaty~

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Embry's POV.

"Hello," says another voice from behind me, but unlike Anastasia, the newcomer's voice is considered to be anything other than sweet. It's actually a little gruff, but yet not masculine at all.

I tun around to face her, "Hello," I greet with a smile. "My name is Embry and you are,"

"Lady Ravana," she answers hastily. "However, you may call me Mistress Ettore,"

Oh, wow is the first thing that comes's in mind as I really take in this hazel-eyed beauty that is now standing before me.

She's beautiful, bewitchingly beautiful and there is no doubt in my mind that she comes from wealth.

She's wearing a rich, stylish, deep v-neck, long, appliques lavender slip gown with a center slit that goes far up the side, serving her long, tone, caramel legs, and well-defined thighs justice.

Her body frame is very gentle and extremely feminine. Although she does appear to be in much better shape than the other vampire ladies that I've met so far, thanks to her well defined muscular arms and killer abs that can be identified through the soft material of her dress. Overall her slight muscular body only adds to her beauty. The gown that she's wearing carefully crafted lace sleeves provides the delicate piece of garment with just enough volume to spice up the entire dress. Plus, her sophisticated dark brown asymmetric hair cut places her delicate facial features on full display.

So, yes as I stated Lady Ravana is beautiful, bewitchingly beautiful just like every other immortal lady that's floating around here. However, I must admit that Lady Ravana does hold some rare beauty overall that I can't really explain.

Actually now, that I'm thinking about it. I believe it's the way that she is carrying her self, her demeanor.

It's sort of like that she believes that she can't be touch by anything or nobody as if she's invincible.

On top of that, even a blind man can see that she's extremely confident in her sexuality, and embraces her curves when most women would hate to show them off. I don't even properly know her but yet, I can ensure you that Misstress Ettore isn't one of those girls.

"It's such a pleasure to meet you, Mrs.Ettore," I express with a smile as I hold out my hand for us to properly shake.

"It's Mistress Ettore," she snorts while her hazel brown eyes rank me over, assessing me from head to toe. Once, her gaze meets my outstretched hand it lingers, demise my gesture altogether, and then finally falls onto my chest, locking onto the mark that Cyrus placed onto me.

His claim. Then all of a sudden, something shifts inside of her gaze and I literally can feel a storm of hostel energy brewing in the atmosphere. Seconds later, her now cold hazel brown eyes goes back to staring directly into my curious hazel ones. There is now an unhidden look of disgust planted out all across her face.

My hand drops to my side as my smile immediately drops from off my face and that's all it takes for me to realize that Mistress Ettore isn't too fond of me.

To be quite candid, I think that her eyes reflect more than dislike and disdain. Actually, If I didn't know any better I would think that she actually hates me but why I think to myself. She doesn't even know me. You know what that's actually a dumb question. The obvious answer to my question is that she hates me because I'm a wolf.

"No, it's not that, Embry," soothes my wolf. "It's actually because she's a big bitch,"

"I know who you are, "Mistress Ravana suddenly speaks, sounding a little annoyed.

Okay! A little annoyed just might be an understatement. She sounds to be way past the point of annoyed.

It seems as if this vampire lady doesn't want to be here at all or more like doesn't want to be around me.

"Well, she approached us and can always just leave," my wolf huffs as mistress Ravana continues on.

"Who doesn't know the infamous she-wolf," she smiles. Fake smiles. "The infamous she-wolf that betrayed her family all because of a little fling that everybody knows won't last to see the next moon,"

"This bitch have fives seconds to make herself scarce before I smack that fake ass smile of her pretty little face," snaps my wolf.

"There's no need," I tell her. "I've got this,"

"Yeah, right!" she sasses me. "Just like how you had it with Kelly Clarkson of the Northern Pack whenever she pulled your hair after Celine ran off, or like how you had it with Alex from our pack whenever he ate all of the cookies just so we couldn't have none, or better yet how the Eastern Alpha that Ruq,"

"I said that I got it," I snap before shutting her out. She's so extra if I said that I got this. I got this.

Besides, I've dealt with many bullies in my like just like my wolf so rudely just pointed out, if I can deal with them I can surely deal with a rude vampire lady, who obviously doesn't know what she's talking about or who she's talking to.

"Excuse me,"

"You're excused," shoos Mistress Ettore or more like Wicked Ettore.

"No, that's not what I meant," I start to say...

"But," she cuts me off. "Before you go, I think you should know that I've had my eyes on you for a while now and I'm unimpressed, I honestly don't know what he sees's in you" she admits, officially creeping me out and pissing me off but as I said early Speck has trained me for moments like this. It's obvious that Mistress Ettore wants me to lose my cool. She wants me to release the beast and prove that I'm some sort of wild animal that they set me out to be but I refuse to prove them right or allow anyone to get under my skin, especially her.

She's a mistress I'm the soon to be crowned queen that's the difference.

"I have no clue what he sees either. However, he is the king after all and he has to see many queen qualities," I overly sweet state with a giggle, and her eyes fae violently violet.

Literally, flashing violent purple listening bolts before my very eyes.

"She's a witch," points out my wolf as I take a single step back all in the while my eyes are searching the crowd of faces for at least one familiar one. So, far I see none, no Speck, no Aunt Katherine, or no Gutter Butter. It's like I'm in a room full of strangers on my own.

"You're not on your own," snaps my wolf. "You have me. Plus, you're a Wilde. and we are more than capable of handling a vampire and witch, or whatever the fuck this bitch is supposed to be,"

Maybe, she's both I think to myself but that's neither here nor there because my wolf is right.

We've been more than capable of defending ourselves. Plus, we're now officially mated to Cyrus one of the most powerful vampires in the world. His power is now also our power vice versa. With that being said, I push the slightest bit of distrust in ourselves to the back and place the confidence all the way to the front.

So, that's exactly why I place all of my focus back onto Mistress Ettore and quickly come to grips with the fact that she is a threat.

"She threatens no one," spits out my wolf while I allow her to take control and then our glowing golden eyes come in contact with Mistress Ettore glowing violet ones.

Bring it on.

For a second, we just stand there watching one another and most certainly sizing one another up.

After a while, her eyebrow raises in a surprise when she realizes that I'm not backing down. Then she blinks and I watch her violent violet eyes returning to their normal shade as she composes her self. My wolf just continues to stand there without breaking focus.

She really, really, really wants to put Mistress Ettore in her place but as I silently scan my surroundings I realize that's it's not the time or the place, nor is she worth breaking the image that we are trying our hardest to uphold.

Nope, she's not worth it at all! I rather have one of my guards handle our light work.

"Let it go," I finally speak to my wolf.

"But,"

"There are no buts," I scold her as if she's some insubordinate pup. "She's not worth it,"

"You're right," my wolf sighs, surprisingly enough. "She's just jealous of us for some strange reason,"

"Jealous,"

"Yes, jealous! I can smell her jealously before she even approached us from a mile away and I suspect that the strange reason isn't so strange after all," my wolf suggests.

"Cyrus, no way. She is his family,"

It just has to be a wolf and vampire bad history type of thing.

"Or is she really?" questions my wolf as she pushes her presence to the back of my mind to further evaluate I'm sure but most importantly leaving me to deal with the wicked Mistress of the moment all on my own.

"Where's Cyrus?" Mistress Ettore suddenly questions like we weren't suddenly just having a silent stare of battle and that's exactly when my wolf observation hit's me and it hits me hard and I didn't just miss the fact that she didn't utilize his proper title.

It's King Cyrus to her.

My wolf is right. This isn't just about my mate's choice of bride. This is about my mate daring to have a choice of a bride from the jump. So, it appears that Mistress Ettore just maybe Cyrus Ettore's mistress after all.

Oh, great but thank the Goddess that I now know how to deal with her which is by not dealing with her at all. It's time to go.

"Unfortunately, King Cyrus had important duties to attend to at the moment. He's unavailable, however, I'll be more than happy to pass along your concern for his absence,"

"Not!" Huffs out my wolf.

"Now, if you do excuse me. I really do have to go,"

"King Cyrus," she now sounds amused and seems to be unable to contain the satisfied smirk that magically appears on her painted pink lip's. "You call him king, I thought you were his beloved," she crosses a line.

Okay, this vampire lady is most certainly barking up the wrong tree. I don't know what she is applying but my wolf, nor myself doesn't like it one bit. It's now really is something about her that's not sitting well with me.

"Or me," my wolf adds in. "Put her in her place once in for all, Embry," she suggests rather quickly, and for the second time today, my wolf and I agree on one thing.

Lady Ravana, or Mistress Ettore, or whatever the freak she wants to call herself most certainly needs to be put in her place.

"Of course not," I smile. Now, I'm the one fake smiling. You know, the type of smile that doesn't really reach out across a person's face! That's the kind of smile that I'm flashing.

"Why would I ever do that? I'm his queen," and just like that. She snaps.

"Nonsense," she growls through clenched teeth and takes a step closer to me. "That crown that you keep flaunting around shall never, ever, ever be placed upon your pretty little head,"

"Is that a threat?" My wolf takes back control of my body before steps direction closer towards the wicked mistress. We're now standing hand and hand, toe to toe but so far no one here has seemed to pick up on the murder scene that is not even a seconds away from unfolding, so far.

"Yes, dog! It is," she provokes, officially awakening my inner beast.

My wolf releases an extremely, monstrous growl loud enough to break the windows and most importantly officially gaining everyone's attention, and when I say everyone I mean every single soul presence.

"Um, Embry," says Speck while placing her hand down onto my shoulder.

"Don't touch me," growls my wolf as she snaps our head in Speck's direction only to snap our head back to place our focus back onto the wicked Mistress is the room, but what we replace shocks our soul.

She's gone. What the freak? My wolf and I begin to search are surroundings in panic.

"Where did she just go?" My wolf growls fill the air, officially silencing the room.

Everyone's watching us.

"Where did who go?" Speck questions me, looking rather confused.

Actually, she appears to be extremely confused. She's looking at me like I've lost my marbles. Matter of fact, the entire room filled with pretty faces is all looking at me as if I'm so psycho girl, or more like a monstrous beast that may just leap on top of Speck at any second.

"Mistress Ettore," my wolf continues on, blatantly ignoring them all. "She was just right here. I was just talking to her," I tune in.

"Who is Mistress Ettore," Speck moves her head back and forth. "There's no lady that goes by that name and you weren't just talking to anyone Embry. You have been standing right here the entire time, looking out of the window,"

"No," my wolf growls. "No. I wasn't. She was just, right here, threatening me and my human," my wolf snaps.

"What? Threatening you?" Speck snaps back while shaking her head."On what the hellish earth are you talking about no one was here, Embry and for that I'm sure. I've been watching you the entire time," she says while taking a step forward. "Now, please calm down your wolf,"

"Don't tell me to calm down. I am calm," my wolf growls louder than loud while storming off in the direction of the door, but not before our sensitive ears pick up on a choir of accusing voices.

"You see? I told you she was a wild beast. It's all in her nature. She can't help herself. None of them can." whispers one.

"What does he see in her," whispers another and it goes on and on.

They're all placing judgment staring, and pointing at me while I'm in such a vulnerable state.

"Embry, wait," Speck finally calls out and begins to chase after me but the damage is already done. The tears have already fallen out of my eyes. By the time I reach the door, finally escaping I'm a complete wreck but most importantly growing in shame. I had three simple tasks, impress the guest of honor, prove that I'm queen material, but most importantly control my wolf by any means necessary and I failed.

I failed Speck

I failed Lady Katherine and I failed my mate.

I failed Cyrus.

Cyrus POV.

"You totally got your ass kicked," jokes Marcellus. "No, like seriously, you got the shit beat out of you. What the fuck was you thinking. You out of all people should know not to disrespect a powerful vampire beloved, especially Nicklaus he's powerful as fuck and ancient."

"Shut up! Marcellus," I snap attempting to leap out of my bed just to snap his neck.

Oh, fuck! That hurts I'm in the medicinal wing, getting my wounds tended to by the royal physician and I must admit that every single treatment that's he has performed so far makes me scream like a little bitch, just like now for instance. He snaps my neck back into place and I can't help but scream like a little bitch.

Marcellus is standing over top of the physician, watching him like a hawk, but most important being annoying as fuck and I silently replace myself praying to the Blood God himself to grant me the strength to get up just so I can punch Marcellus in the mouth.

"Ouch! That looks like it hurts." Once again Marcellus horribly jokes.

"Get the fuck out," I growl, lowly because my jaw hurts to got damn bad to growl as loud as I want to. growl at him. "Leave, now before I end you,"

"Now, now, now, now, Cyrus. You should have learned you listen tonight," he points his finger at me as if I'm some adolescent vampire boy. "We are brother's and you don't talk to your brother's in that manner," he scolds. "You don't disrespect none of your brother's or they're beloveds but you already know that and if you didn't before. You most certainly do know," he winks before having the nerve to smirk.

"Besides what type of brother would I be if I allowed a physician to evaluate you alone while we're practically at war with the council. No, one can be trusted," Marcellus usually striking green eyes darken as he places his focus back onto the physician, causing the already nervous vampire to take one deep gulp. "Into this is all over, I will be by anyone of your side when in need because I, my friend know how to stick to the bro code unlike you, traitor,"

That's it! I had enough.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Marcellus," I finally replace a way to pull myself up which makes the royal physician damn near piss on his self, fucking pussy think to myself but right now I can't even bring myself to take in the pathetic excuse of a vampire doctor.

Marcellus, on the other hand, has my undivided attention.

"And what's the bro code, brother," I spit the word brother out like it's acid on my tongue."Where was your fucking bro code when your precious king tried to attack my beloved? No, better yet, where was your fucking bro code when your precious king sentence my beloved to death? " I yell to the top of my lungs.

"Where was your bro code then, Marcellus. Tell me, bro," I mock and go the fuck off. "No, better yet, how about you tell me who side you were really on that day because it damn sure wasn't mine or Embry's." I accuse, leaving him completely stunned.

Yeah, that's what I thought I think to myself as my monster eyes stare directly into his monster eyes.

"So you can get the fuck out of my face with that precious bro code bullshit that you swear on because the last time that I've checked when it was your turn to be a bro and play it neutral you picked sides, so I'll ask you one more time baby bro, where was your bro code then,"

"You know what Cyrus, your right," he yells back. "You've got every reason to be mad at me, Xander and Nick, but what about Claire," he dares to ask.

"What about, Claire?"

"Oh, so it's what about Claire," he mocks as his head goes flying back and then his monstrous laughter fills the air.

"No, really," I ask, finally managing to calm myself down. "What about, Claire?"

"How quickly people forget," he states calmly while walking over towards the window.

"I haven't forgotten shit," I spit. "I remember perfectly well that Claire was the only person present that day other than me, who actually gave a fuck about Embry's safety."

"So why disrespect her," he asks, quietly as if he genuinely just wants to understand my point of view.

"Because I wanted Nicklaus to feel how I felt by disrespecting the person that he loves with all of his heart as he did to me," I admit with a sigh. "I wanted him to feel my pain. I wanted him to hurt."

"But you know like I know that two wrongs don't make a right," says Marcellus, kinda sounding like my aunt but deep down inside I know that he is right, two wrongs don't male a right, even though it damn sure feels good."

"Either way, I was wrong." Marcellus regains my attention. "We were all wrong and I apologize and value never to wrong you or my sister ever again,"

"Your sister," I state with caution. Although, now that I'm calm I realize that the royal physician has made himself scarce. He really is a fucking pussy.

"Yes! My sister," Marcellus's voice draws me back in. "Embry is my sister just as much as Claire is my sister and you are my brother just as much as Nicklaus is my brother and I will never allow any soul on this earth to harm my brother or my sister, not even one of my brother's," he declares with a smile.

"I truly am sorry, brother,” he expresses and I’ve known him long enough to know when his apology is genuine. This is genuine.

“ Do you forgive me?" He questions me and I can feel his search for reconnection throughout or bond.

"How could I not,” I smirk. “You are my baby bro, I hold no hard feelings towards you, Marcellus. All is forgiven."

"And what about me," a voice suddenly questions from the opposite side of the room. My neck wastes no time snaping in its direction, or more like his direction, Nicklaus.

He's here.

Embry's POV.

My make-up is delicate, just the way I like it. The pure white gold diamond earrings dangle richness in my earlobes. My hair is slicked back to perfection styled into an elaborate bun with an even more perfect part going straight down the middle.

My dress is a sweetheart, chapel train floor-length gown. It's made with the finest periwinkle blue chiffon that one can ever replace and the floor-length voluminous chiffon train ruffle ending is stitched with crystal-like diamonds and shiny pearly white pearls which has also been carefully beaded into the corset styled bodice. It's a magnificently magical masterpiece of a dress. Bewitching beautiful in every way.

Although, at this moment I don't feel that beautiful while I'm wearing it and I most certainly don't want to be at yet another fairytale of an event yet here I am and it's all because of Aunt Katherine.

After, the horrible Beloved Day party that I've attending earlier on today I rushed back to Cyrus and my estate with no plan of ever returning to another vampire even, or the red house for that matter ever again in my life but apparently fate had other plans or should I say that Aunt Katherine had other plans.

Speck must have found her and told her what happened once I left because by the time that I arrived at home she was there, patiently waiting for me and for some strange reason I cry my heart out to her and told her everything just like how a daughter would do to their mother once they had there heartbroken for the very first time and she listened.

She allowed me to get it all out, every bit of it, and then she told me exactly who Mistress Ettore or should I say, commander Ravana truly is.

So my wolf and I were proven correct after all commander Ravana and my mate had a fling but he never could give her the one thing she truly craved, which was his loyalty. Apparently, he was set on being a playboy for the rest of his existence into he met me.

According to Aunt Katherine, Cyrus refused to give her the crown that she wished to secure and was content with keeping commander Ravana on the friends with benefit lists. He hurt her, time after time, for centuries into she finally had enough and stopped fooling around with him altogether, which was quite recently and then the next thing that she knows is that he has claimed another to be his queen.

Me.

It's such a heartbreaking story and I now understand why she hates me. I truly do and I know for a fact that she is coming for me and soon.

Aunt Katherine also expressed to me that not too many people know about commander Ravana's magical abilities, not even Speck, and that would also explain why no one was able to see her but me and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to pen point that Ravana wanted it that way.

She wanted people to think that I was crazy but most importantly she wanted me to prove them right thatI', nothing but a savage beast, and I so foolishly played directly into her hand.

It was all a mess and I planned to just lay in bed into my mate's return, hiding from the world but Aunt Katherine wasn't having any of that.

"You are a queen, Embry and queens don't fold. Now, you had your moment of weakness and had your time to cry it all out, but now is the time to put that crown back on your head and show them that you are a Wilde and a Wilde shall not bend or break for anyone. Never forget who you are, my sweet girl," Aunt Katherine stated to me early on.

So, here I am on an elevated podium, sitting in my throne chair directly beside Aunt Katherine, watching the crowd of beautiful immortals mingle amongst one another with my head held high and my diamond-encrusted tiara securely placed on top of my head because Aunt Katherine was right.

I am Cyrus queen, Embry Destine Wilde and I shall not bend or break for anyone, not one soul.

It's been time to put my big girl panties on and prove that I was meant to rule by his side, but the thing is I've not proven anything to anyone here but myself and that's the way it's going to be for now on.

I am aiming to be the best me that I can be, screw everybody else opinions, rules, or concerns.

I am a Wilde Wolf and a Wilde wolf never forgets who they are or where they come from.

Never.

My next update shall be Friday, enjoy your week love bugs.