Whisper Bloodrose

Chapter-13 Control

Chapter-13

Control

‘Feels like I have conquered the world, Whisper.' Lucien smiled, looking at himself in the mirror as he started wearing his long coat, leaving to fulfill his duties. Whisper was lying in the bed, broken and naked. His eyes fixed on the ceiling as she hoped for all of it was over soon, that Lucien would leave and her eyes would drop in relief.

This was a new feeling to her, like there was no hope to hold onto. Like Lucien had snatched away whatever she was left with. She thought she might as well give up, and next time, try to be on Lucien's good side. Ironically there was no good side to Lucien. On the day she was mated with him, there was a drop of water in her hand, the only amount she had to relief her thirst. From that they onwards, till the day of her being assaulted, she held that drop. She felt like it was time she let it cascade down her palm.

Whisper was so tired, that her eyes were forcing themselves close. But she was unwilling to let them drop in Lucien's presence. It felt like she was still living in a land of her own, unable to differentiate between reality and her own illusion, her own world where it was all perfect, where she was not tired. Such relief it was when it was a mere illusion, it would be paradise, if it was real.

What she even fighting for? Was it her pride that she just lost to Lucien? Whisper thought Lucien's touch could tint things, she was unaware it could stone them. She was fine when she was numb, not feeling pain but not feeling joy either. She had assumed that her Omega was merely clawing at her walls; she didn't know that the Omega had broken them. Not broken, there were no pieces left just dust, with which she could not rebuild them.

‘Treasure, it was inevitable. Don't act like you could have stopped it.' Lucien chuckled looking at her lying among the sheets and he wanted to smile at his victory. If she had wings, he had cut them. If she had legs, he had disabled them. If she had hope it was gone.

Will you give up now? After fighting your entire life, won't it be foolish to give up now? It was her Omega. She didn't know she could feel surprise in that state, but she did. Perhaps because of the question she asked.

You were the one who held me back. You see where we are now. She replied, her brain aching from thinking after a long moment.

I don't control the way I am, you do. She started comprehending again. Amazement could do wonderful things to people.

I don't control you, you control me. Whisper replied. If she had been in responsibility of her actions, she would not have ended up so broken.

Isn't this amusing, I think you control me and I have to fight you. You think, I control you and you fight me.

Then she disappeared. The Omega was gone, with a statement that had left Whisper in awe. She was unknown of its meaning. But Whisper didn't realize that she was no mores stoned and unaware of her thoughts. She was getting scared of the silence inside, the one that had rested in her mind for a whole night.

The first feeling she felt after gaining back the chaos of her mind was, vengeance. She turned her head to look at Lucien he was putting his coat on, getting ready to leave. There was something about him that enraged her again. Perhaps, the new pride he held in his actions or the sudden pleasure on his face, the pleasure of victory. All of this was igniting a fire in her, a fire willing burn everything he owned.

Whisper had never felt such wrath, like it was the very first time a feeling was burning her veins. As if a single spark in her nerves had started a burning in her blood. Like one action had started a chain reaction, starting from her mind to every tissue of her body. A domino falling until the only thing that Whisper felt was wrath. Wrath that made a promise that she will not rest until Lucien was begging her to kill him.

‘Aren't you a fool Lucien?’ Whisper laughed, her laugh echoing in the room. Lucien stopped what he was doing, his face forming a scowl that Whisper saw in the mirror.

‘Pardon, Whisper.' Lucien firmly said in a commanding voice.

‘Aren't you a fool?’ She laughed again and this time it lasted longer, the jest in it bouncing off the walls. Lucien turned around to stare at her, who was tapping the bed with pure humor. ‘Now you have no leverage against me.’ Whisper smiled at him which made Lucien flare his nostrils in fury.

She sat up straight, not worried that now her bare skin was visible to Lucien again. Her stare was arousing concern in Lucien, she could tell. As if he suddenly realized that Whisper told the truth, that he had ignored.

‘I can truly fight now, more ruthlessly than I ever did, because now I have nothing lose. You have used all your cards and I am left with all of mine and as I will turn them your world will turn upside down.’ Whisper gritted her teeth together showing her loss in the actions that were supposed to show anger.

‘Look at the newfound confidence. Last night has done you some good.' Lucien smiled through the doubt that he was feeling. He realized that Whisper was right, he had used up all the power he held against her. But, he was also aware that he will always have the upper hand in that fight.

‘Run, Lucien. They say it is never too late. But I am not sure how far you will run because I am sure I will catch up.’ She declared her hands balling up in fists. Lucien could see it, she was burning in revenge. He should have been alert, rather than convincing himself that Whisper was playing to lose.

‘You are fresh from shock, darling. You have no idea of what you are saying. Don't worry. I will be back very soon.’ He c****d both his eyebrows to the side and smirked, feeling a little intimidated by the glare she was shooting his way. He stalked towards the door and opened it. Whisper kept her eyes on him until he had finally stepped out, leaving her alone.

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Whisper stood by the window of Lucien's room and watched the majestic back garden of the palace. She placed her hand on the frame, looking at the distance between her and the lush green grass. The winds were violent that day, blowing away leaves and plucking the grass from the earth and making it a companion for wherever it was going.

Her red dress was so light that its skirt blew backwards from the wind, just like her hair, creating an illusion of what her heart felt like. The only thing that she knew when she sat herself on the frame on the window was her revenge. Her legs were swinging freely, unnoticed by the guards that were down there.

Lucien was scared, she could tell or he would never close the bedroom door. It was fear that made him post a guard outside her door. She laughed, because he failed to not display his fear.

The door suddenly swung open and she looked behind to stare at the man, she was dying to see. It was Talon at her door, but he looked horrified, perhaps because of the state she was in, sitting on the window frame, ready to make a jump.

‘Talon.’ Whisper gasped at the sight of her brother when she least expected it. She turned around setting her feet on the floor again as she stared at him her lips slightly open. Her joy couldn't be expressed in words. She was seeing her brother after so long, that she felt like this was the first time she was seeing an identical pair of eyes.

Whisper stood up and ran towards him, who was standing by the door. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in the crook of his neck, looking for something close to safety. She felt it, when he embraced her with his hands brushing her hair softly.

Talon could cry at the sight of her sister. She looked broken, he could tell. If it was possible he would have held her still in his arms to protect her sister. Just like he had done that night when she was five and would cry in her sleep.

‘How are you Talon?’ Whisper almost smiled. Her face still buried into the shoulder of her brother. From the shiver of Talon's hand she knew he wasn't fine.

‘Were you going to jump?’ Talon questioned his voice hoarse at the mere thought of her sister taking her own life. Whisper pulled apart her hands still placed on his shoulder as she looked into his eyes. Back in training, everybody used to say that Whisper's eyes held a certain charm that drew the world towards her. That charm was no more there.

‘Yes, but not to kill myself.’ Whisper shook her head bravely. There was agony and confusion on the Beta's face. His heart thumping from what his sister was stating. She was not well and unwilling to narrate it all to a person, who had lost his sleep to the concern of her sister.

‘Whisper, what are you thinking about?’ He asked, concern lacing his now firm voice. Talon looked broken just like her sister, as every night he did nothing, but stay awake and make assumptions about was Lucien was doing to her. He was unsure of all the things he had done, but he was sure about one thing. Lucien had taken away that charm.

‘For now, have faith in me.’ She nodded at him. He didn't make a movement; he was more stagnant than a statue. The only movement in the room was from the wind blowing their hair.

‘What did Lucien do?’ He held her shoulders and shook her gently. There was such command in his voice, as if his Beta was awoken after a very long time. He was demanding an answer that he was not willing to listen.

‘Nothing.’ Whisper answered, it would have been amusing if Talon would have believed that, but he didn't press. He was aware he won't be able to listen what she might say. ‘How did you come in?’ She looked at the door behind them.

‘I told the guard that I was his substitution.’ Talon answered looking at floor sadly. He was demoted to being a guard from the leader of an entire troop. Whisper only nodded her lips set in a straight line.

‘Talon I want you to help me?’ Whisper demanded from her brother, knowing very well that he wouldn't disagree with him.

‘Help you with what?’ Talon raised his eyebrows very suspicious of his sister's intentions. He was never too sure with Whisper.

‘You trust me or not?’ Whisper pressed, her voice rising, on getting disappointed by Talon's unsure answer.

‘Yes, but you are scaring me.’ He stated.

‘Go home as soon as there is a chaos in the castle. Take everybody to Mystica and then come back. From the woods behind the castle run as far as you can at the very end you will find me.’ She narrated all the instructions but there was misconception all over his face.

‘Whisper what is happening? I deserve to know.’ Talon declared in a loud voice, but she only kept her stare on him.

‘You will know, eventually. For now, do what I said. Will you?’ Her eyes were big and there was a certain fear in them, because what if Talon refused.

‘Yes, I will.’ He sighed defeated and unable to extract the story from her sister. ‘You are my sister; I can kill and die for you.’ He assured cupping her face in his hands as he looked in her eyes. In the pair of eyes, that was losing a charm only they had.

‘Thank you.’ She smiled and Talon couldn't tell if that curve of her lip was true or not. He leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead, a single tear slipping down his eye. He knew what Lucien had done. He had never felt so tied up, so restrained. When he had held her on the nights of her nightmares, he assumed he could protect her from everything. He was unable to save her from her biggest nightmare.

Talon pulled away to take his departure as he walked towards the door and held the knob he was stopped by the statement that fixed his feet on the floor.

‘If you don’t hear from an eagle in three days, assume I am dead.’ Whisper declared. He squeezed his eyes shut. Those words were daggers stabbed into his heart. He didn't turn only nodded, taking a step out.

Whisper walked back towards the window, to finish what she had started. He sat on the frame her legs swinging freely in the air. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and then jumped.

Whisper felt freedom, the truest and the rawest form of it. Liberty was crawling into her revengeful blood, as she prepared herself for the free fall. When she landed she was not her feet, but four paws. Covered in hickory fur, sharp canines in her mouth and animalistic green eyes, was what welcomed her on the ground. She looked straight towards the woods that would lead her to Fragment.

It felt wonderful to be in her wolf form again. She hadn't taken it since Lucien took her. Because the wolf form surrendered to the mate, more strongly than the human state. There was completely new vibe to that form, as if it was the first time she had turned.

Whisper's ear perked up, at the sound of approaching footsteps behind her. She turned around to look at the two armored guards pointing their spears at her. She growled to call for a fight, but they didn't move. She jumped at the one at her right. Her forearms pressed at the shoulders of the guard. But his armor protected him. He threw the wolf off with his spear. Whisper was thrown inches away from him, but she held her paws tight on the ground and was stopped by the friction.

The second shoulder came from behind him, his spear brushing against her shoulder and it started bleeding. She jumped on him with such force that he fell on his back on the ground. She bit into his throat and he stopped breathing right under her.

The other one had turned into his wolf form, an ivory white wolf with dark colored eyes. She was about to jump on him, until she saw four soldiers approaching her. She heard one of them yell.

‘Tell the Alpha, it is the Luna.’ He informed his troop and two of them ran back towards the palace while two ran towards her with swords in their hands. She was surrounded by three soldiers, one wolf and two humans. She strategically backed, which made two of them stand in a line.

She attacked the wolf first, and even before he could contemplate the situation she had bitten into his neck. The two human soldiers came behind her and held her forearms away from each other, restraining her moves. She bit into the wrist of the guard that was holding her right paw, and he freed it backing away to aid his bleeding wrist. With her free arm she scratched at the neck of the guard still holding her. As soon as she landed on the ground again, they were running towards her.

Whisper ran, not because she couldn't defeat the soldiers coming towards her, but she couldn't defeat the one leading them, Lucien. They had made eye contact for a second. There was a look of anger in his eyes as he ran towards her.

‘Get her.’ Lucien yelled to the group of guards behind him. They came towards her, with Lucien leading their way. She started running into the woods. But froze didn't know how, just froze. She was about to leave the areas of the back garden, but stopped. It was her Omega.

Whisper started trying to push forward to leap, but her body didn't budge. She stayed tuck in that position, with Lucien quickly approaching her from behind. That was when she remembered the first lesson Christian ever taught her.

Whisper, the Omega controls your soul but it is not your soul. It controls your insides so fighting physically is useless.

Whisper was fighting physically, pushing at the restraints outside, while the captor was inside. She closed her eyes and ordered. ‘We leave now.’ She aggressively ordered to her Omega and with Lucien only inches away from her, she leaped. A jump high in the air, and she was no more in the palace.

She ran straight, getting followed by Lucien. Whisper knew that once she went too far, they would eventually stop following. One of the guards who was, in his wolf form caught up to her.

He held her down, his arms pinning her body down, as he was about to bite into her shoulder to weaken her. She freed her paw and placed it between his jaw and her shoulder. His canines drew blood from her paws, but her shoulder was safe. As he was distracted by her arms, she reached for his cheek. With her strong jaws she had disrupted, his left side of face and eyes.

He let go and she ran, which was tough with a bloodied paw. So she turned again back to her human form, when there was nobody in sight. They had separated, she knew that strategy. Now their aim was to look for a hickory colored wolf and she was in her human form, which somewhat camouflaged her.

Whisper's shoulder was bleeding and her right hand was bleeding from wrist to her fingers. She heard footsteps again, and hid behind a tree. She sat on her knees and plucked out the mint grass growing around her. She rubbed herself thoroughly with her and then applied mud on herself to hide her smell from the wolves.

Five wolves stood a few feet behind her. She gulped and didn't move to avoid getting seen. Two of them ran farther towards the end. Two ran back, but one stayed.

Whisper picked up a stone and threw it towards a tree to her left. It made the leaves rustles. The wolf's ear's perked up at the sound and he ran towards it, leaving her alone.

She was aware that in her human form she won't run fast enough, to out run the wolves behind her. But it was easier to run with an injured hand compared to an injured paw. Her shoulder was bleeding, the blood cascading down the tore sleeves and staining them. Her hand was crimson, with all the red dripping from it. She had to cover up the blood that had pooled beside her feet. With her uninjured hand, she dug up the mud and covered the blood.

Whisper turned into her wolf from again. She had lost a lot of energy from the quick transformations; it was becoming difficult to run. But she couldn't afford to stop. When she had started running it was an early afternoon with the sun on its peak. She ran until the sun was gone and the moon came up.

Injured and tired, no wolf caught up to her again. Except one, that she easily defeated. Her eyes were dropping, body forcing her asleep but she fought it too. Finally after an eight hour long run, she stopped. Her chest heaved up and down as she lied on her back, looking at the moon.

She turned again, and sat on her knees with both her palms pressing at the ground. Scraped and disabled knees, she was unable to run. Injured and bleeding hands, there was no chance of fighting. Harsh and ragged breathing deprived of energy. Unarmed and hurt unable to gamble for protection. Her eyes were slowly dropping to seek a sleep that might never end.

Whisper was so abstracted that she didn't hear two men approaching her, didn't notice the movement in the leaves under their feet. Supremely she was so tired and she didn't even move, not one flinch.

‘Who are you?’ They asked to the woman in clothing. What was once a dress was now a filthy piece of fabric barely covering her. A grand skirt that was made from expensive silk now reached her thigh with holes and rips scattered on the left over. The sleeves were ripped apart; nothing was covering her belly, not even holes. It was just a top that hung loosely on her chest, covering a little of her breast but leaving her back bare. She breathed when she realized that there soldiers had no clue about her identity. Her breathing was still heavy, with hair covered in dirt and dried leaves.

‘I asked, who are you?’ He yelled again and she gulped before answering. She looked up at the man towering above her, his shadow shading her.

‘Whisper Bloodrose.’ She replied proudly with a smile and then her eyes closed.