Whisper Bloodrose

Chapter-8 Solution

Chapter-8

Solution

Whisper sat under the tree that was situated in the very corner of the giant garden. She let the shadow of the tree cool her, as she thought of the name that made her blood boil. It was an isolated area, that was why she liked being there. She fidgeted with the grass beside her, as she thought.

She was saved, by destiny, but destiny wouldn't help again and again. The next day when Lucien came back, he would try to either hurt her or to touch her. She could only imagine the things that Lucien had planned for her and definitely they weren't good.

She was drawn out of her thoughts when she felt a presence around her. She could feel eyes burning at her back, when she turned around there was the tree that was inches away from where she sat. She stood up and tiptoed to where that tree was. With silent movement, she pulled out the dagger that was hidden in between her leg and boot. In one swift move she launched herself, to pin the enemy to the tree, with Whisper's dagger pressed close to his neck was when she saw him….again.

Her green eyes met his gray ones, that had that rebellious glimmer in them, the orbs that danced with mischief. He was looking at her with that signature smirk on his lips. He was wearing those mischievous clothes again, a wine color shirt with a lavender color snood around his neck paired with black slacks. Whisper felt she had met an oasis in the desert, when she looked at him. She backed her dagger away from his neck, afraid she might hurt him.

‘It is worth watching every time we meet.’ He said and Whisper gained back her senses. She couldn't believe he was there right before her eyes.

‘So we meet again, Rebel.’She smiled and he returned the gesture. They stayed there just like that, with Rebel pinned to the tree by Whisper as he snaked her waist with his arms. But then she realized, what could he possibly be doing here.

‘You keep growing beautiful, every damn second.’ He commented, running the back of his index finger against her cheek.

‘What are you doing here?’ She questioned out of shock with the slightest touch of suspicion. Attacks were more likely when the generals and Lucien himself were not in the castle.

‘Ambassador Summit.’ He answered and Whisper knew he was lying. Whisper was an ex-general she knew when the summit came, and this was definitely not the time. She jumped away from his hold quickly, leaving Rebel surprised. She was alert once again and placed the dagger on his chest, with a hand long distance between them. Her eyes were filled with rage, Rebel could see it.

‘Who are you?’ She questioned in a threatening voice. Rebel knew he was caught, he was rather revealed and not to the king but to his Omega.

‘Whisper, let me-‘ He tried to explain, but was cut off by Whisper's loud yell.

‘Who are you?’ She knew exactly who he was but she needed reassurance. She still hoped that he would say that he is not what Whisper thought he was, but she was disappointed.

‘I am a Rogue.' He told the truth looking straight into her eyes as if to show that he was proud of being a rogue.

Whisper was devastated, she thought he could be trusted. But she should know, no one can be trusted. Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see, she should have remembered it. He belonged to the group that killed. The ones that were responsible for bloodshed and she couldn't believe that she had fallen for someone like him.

‘And I am not just any rogue, I am the Leader Rogue.' He added. He was caught and now he was about to be imprisoned only because she couldn't lie to Whisper.

Whisper has that effect on him, there was so much trust in her eyes when she looked at him. She stared at him as if, she found land after years of traveling in water.

Whisper wanted to punish him, for all the wars he was responsible for, for all the wounds he and his kind were responsible for. But she couldn't do it, she couldn't even trust her actions at that moment.

‘Leave, before I change my mind.’ She specified and turned around going towards the castle. She told herself that it was not her business anymore, that she was only taking her revenge on Lucien. But she knew that she was trying to save Rebel. Because after all of this she still trusted him, trusted that he could help. She, for some reason believed that Rebel would help. And she wanted to muster up all the help she could.

‘Yes, I am a rogue, but that is not a reason to leave me. You think my kind is wicked, yes, we are wicked, but so is Lucien.’

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Whisper tossed around the bed, unable to sleep, but this time the reason was different. This time the reason was not Lucien's vibes that left that bed, but this time Rebel's truth kept her awake. She wondered, when she started loving Rebel. From the moment they had met it was like the distance between them was decreasing and decreasing until there wasn't any. It was so natural, they couldn't help it. None of them had to spend nights wondering if the other one liked them, they knew it. It was obvious and Whisper didn't deny.

But Rebel lied. He lied that he was an Alpha, while he was a Rogue. And she didn't hate Rebel because he was a Rogue. She hated him because he was a liar. It was tough for Whisper to trust anybody, and her trust was broken again.

But she had to let Rebel leave her mind so she could think of how to get rid of Lucien. He was getting vigorous day by day and she was getting weaker with every passing second. For now, her plan was straight, she wanted Lucien to believe that she had lost. She wanted to gain Lucien's trust so he puts his walls down and Whisper gets one moment to strike.

He would be back the next day, in the very morning. Which reminded her what was Rebel doing in the castle while Rogues and Wolves were having a fight at the Horizon. She had one assumption, he was hiding, because if Rebel was caught the Rogues would lose. Further, in her plan she could even use the Rogues, to win this war.

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Lucien could arrive any moment and the entire castle was awaiting his entrance out of pure curiosity, wondering which mate will Lucien go to first. It mattered a lot, with an alpha king. It specified which mate did Alpha trust the most. Because the first room he would go to, he would go with fresh scars and wounds and it was a big deal for the Alphas to show their wounds to anyone.

That was how they were, too scared that their revealed weakness would be used. They were the strongest, yet scared of tiny things that wouldn't matter that much to others. Lucien never went out without guards, because he was scared that he might get attacked. And even the fearless, were scared.

Titania was well dressed to welcome the Alpha that had not gone for too long, if you asked Whisper. She stood in the courtroom, her eyes stuck on the door waiting for it to open. Her long white satin, mermaid skirt dress had taken a rest on the floor awaiting any movement that Titania's desperate steps would bring. Her pearl earrings swayed slightly as she would look at any sound made around her. She waited for Lucien to arrive. This was how Titania was, innocent and even after what Lucien did to him she was still worried he will be hurt.

Raina didn't pay much attention, she stayed in her room dressed casually in a long black dress, for she somehow already knew how this would go. She was wise and she didn't deny that no matter what Lucien wouldn't go to Titania or her. But she had slight doubt if he would even go to Whisper, because well he didn't trust her yet.

Whisper stood in the balcony of the courtroom, staring from the top at the desperate Titania and her nervous maids. This was the best chance for her to gain Lucien's trust, so he would stop keeping his eyes on her. She was dressed in a long black dressed that had an asymmetrical cut and so revealed much of Whisper's right leg. She knew Lucien would start walking towards her trap, only if she charms him towards it.

Lucien had never gone to one of the mates' room before. Everybody was curious to know if, Whisper would be able to change that. Would Lucien show his wounds to his new beloved?

The giant door was opened by two guards and in came Lucien followed by Dane, Xavier and Uriel, Whisper's substitution, the new general. She had venom in her eyes at the sight of Uriel, because she was supposed to be there, but she calmed herself down so nothing lets Lucien know her plans.

Lucien walked in with his evergreen commanding vibes. His head held high, his chest tight as he took long yet majestic steps towards the center of the courtroom. There was a time Whisper admired his way of carrying himself. Even now when he was coming back from war he looked majestic, invincible and handsome, in a plain black shirt with white slacks and a red cape around his neck. Whisper could definitely adopt his good qualities.

Titania came towards him, and wrapped her arms around his neck and said something in his ear that Whisper could read was around the lines of, are you okay. Whisper didn't miss that slight wince that left Lucien's lips, one that went unnoticed by others. Lucien nodded in reply and then let her go. That is when his eyes met with Whisper's. His eyes widened for a slight second at the different look of Whisper. He was allured and surprised, for a moment he almost forgot Titania was there watching it all play. When Whisper smiled, as if telling that she saw the surprise in his eyes, he replied with a proud smirk and Whisper knew where Lucien would go first.

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Whisper sat on the edge of Lucien's bed, nervous that Lucien might catch her act. But she was doing her best to make him believe that she had given in to Lucien. It would be difficult, but Whisper was sure she'd be able to do that. After all attraction blinds them all.

The door to the room swung open and there stood Lucien, leaning on the doorway frame as he stared Whisper up and down, with eyes that were full of a feeling that was somewhere between surprised, charmed and doubtful. In return to which, Whisper gave that delightful smile that had once made Lucien fall for her.

‘Treasure, do I smell something like change.' Lucien smirked entering the room and closing the door behind him. He walked towards the bed standing in front of her, his height intimidating the Omega. 'What happened, you accidentally drank the love potion while I was away?’

‘There are two reasons Lucien. One, Ive given up and Two, I kind of missed you when you were gone.' She smiled and she knew it was working, Lucien was falling for this trick.

‘So you suddenly love me?' Lucien questioned, amusement dripping from his tone. Whisper shook her head gently in reply.

‘I always did, it took time for me to realize that.' She answered and Lucien nodded.

‘Honestly, I am glad, no more tiring games.' Lucien said and sat beside Whisper on the bed. His hand snaking around her waist, slowly and Whisper knew what he was doing. He was testing her. So Whisper placed her own hands on his back, in a swift and subtle motion. Lucien's eyes softened at the gesture, but also closed as he tried to hold back a wince.

‘Are you hurt?' She questioned this way she could discover the wounded spots, more information about Lucien will give her more access to his secrets.

‘Not really.' He shook his head, denying Whisper any kind of vision to the blemished area.

‘Let me see that.’ She said her hand on the first button of Lucien's shirt and she could see the surprised expression on his face, as she moved to the next one. Tucking every button open until she could see the front of his bare cleavage. She shuffled to sit on her knees behind Lucien, on the bed, as he smiled with delight. She helped Lucien out of the shirt, until his back was in clear vision.

It had cuts and scars scattered around it, many intersecting the others. A cut originated from the blade of his shoulder and crossing the marks of all the other cuts and scars ended at the very small of his back. All the cuts were fresh and the others had disappeared into scars. The fresh one's were even infected due to exposure to air and water. Whisper made a mind map of all the wounds to know the right places of attack.

‘It is bad isn't it.' Lucien questioned well aware that lack of care to his hurt areas was weakening him.

‘It is, I'll get something to heal them.' Whisper said and reached towards the night stand to grab the metallic bowl that was full of a lilac colored ointment.

‘You have definitely changed, sweetheart, I like it.’ Lucien smirked to himself when he felt fingers glide against his wounds. He knew he had won, he was confident but also shocked. He wasn't expecting Whisper to give in to him easily.

‘I am glad.’ She answered while brushing the ointment on the wounds. What wonders could time do. The one who wanted to harm Lucien, was now healing him. She didn't stop, even when her fingers were trembling out of discomfort. Only when Lucien, held her hand still on his shoulder was when she truly stopped. His fingers frozen on the spot, at Lucien's cold touch. He looked at Whisper who was leaning down his shoulder, their faces only inches apart. Whisper could feel Lucien's warm breathing on her lips and she internally trembled. Lucien was going to kiss her, to see how much truth, all of this was.

It was ironic, that Whisper's first kiss would be someone who she hated. Someone who treated Whisper like an achievement rather than his love. Whisper was a fetish.

Lucien leaned in and she was ready to give her first kiss to Lucien, because no pain, no gain. Until somebody knocked on the door.

‘Sir, the Wizards are here.’ The voice interrupted, making Lucien release a sigh of annoyance. Whisper immediately recognized his voice, it was his own brother. It was Talon, and Whisper was sure Lucien recognized him too.

‘Talon I've only arrived.' Lucien angrily yelled in reply. 'I am coming.' He rolled his eyes and got off the bed.

‘Duty calls.' Whisper asked and Lucien shook his head, he was tired of the war and journey combined Whisper could see that in his actions. Which meant he might sleep as soon as he was back, which only bought Whisper more time.

‘You know.' He said, buttoning up his shirt to the collar and tucking the cape around his neck. 'I'll see you later, treasure.’ He left with that.

Whisper knew he was also angry for some reason, specifically because they couldn't catch the Rogue leader again. Which for some reason relaxed a nerve in Whisper. It was peaceful to know that Rebel was still safe.

Rebel gave her a hope, a need to still fight. As if, she had to leave her soldier self behind to become rebellious like a Rogue. Because sometimes you need to be what others are not. Sometimes you need to play it unsafe.

Just when she thought she was the only one in the room, the thump sound came from behind her. When she turned around it was Rebel. She doubted how she felt, she was surprised, but besides that she was relieved. Rebel looked like he had come straight from the war, scratches were scattered on his face, a wound even peeked from his shirt. He looked raw, but that was how she liked that. But she had to control her feelings for him. Because he was a cheater, a liar, a runaway, a misfit, a rogue.

‘How did you get in here?' Whisper asked as she ran up to the window. Out of reflex, she held Rebel's arm as if she was about to push him away.

‘Well, obviously I am not in yet.' Rebel replied and Whisper almost rolled her eyes, at his habit of never giving a decent reply.

‘Get out, now, or I’ll have to call the guards.' Whisper said in a threatening tone, while Rebel was still only halfway through.

‘Get out, I haven't come in yet.' Rebel protested as he finally set both his legs on the floor, trying to stabilize himself, despite Whisper's constant, yet, almost non-existent pushing.

‘You are leaving right now, I don't want to see your face.' She spat venom, hitting his chest harder this time.

‘Yes, you do, let me explain.' Rebel insisted with a subtle sincerity in his eyes, there was a kind of earnestness that Whisper couldn't believe was coming from a person like Rebel.

‘I don't want to know, I don't care.' Whisper asserted. But Rebel knew, she did. She cared and she should. Because they never had to wonder about each other, to know if the other liked them. It was all natural, an admiration, none of them had denied.

It had been like gravity. The two were being pulled close without even trying, it was so effortless, that none of them said it yet the other knew it.

‘I know you care.’Rebel's voice softened at the efforts she was making to not let Rebel climb into the boudoir. 'I am not going anywhere, until you listen Whisper.’

‘Rebel, if Lucien saw you he is going to kill you.' She mentioned with evident fear in her eyes at the threat that Lucien would catch Rebel, and make him pay. She was violently looping her head around to see if Lucien was coming.

‘See you care.’ Rebel whispered, placing one hand on her cheek to make her look straight into his eyes. She breathed and she couldn't remember the last time she did it so freely. 'Let me explain.' This time he asked and she could only nod.

‘I am a Rogue, and the leader of Rogues. I am Rebel Crimson, the successor of Crimson Family, the ones werewolves have been looking for. I was born a Rogue, my real father left me in the woods. Tyson Crimson, the then leader raised me. We don't want war, Whisper. But how else should we survive. We have no resources, no family, just us left at the mercy of a merciless forest.' He replied. 'Whisper it's okay to be who you are. It's okay to be a Rogue, it's okay to be an Omega. You know that. Your kind defines nothing, a Rogue can have a heart and an Omega can be a warrior.’

‘I know it's okay, to be who you are. But it's not okay to lie.' She said. Though she was satisfied with the explanation Rebel gave, it was truth for once.

‘So would you let me kiss you at the festival, if I had told you I was a Rogue.' Rebel questioned and it caught her off guard. She would have kissed him, at the festival if it wasn't for Lucien to come into the picture. But would she have kissed him knowing, he was a Rogue. Yes, because what mattered was he was Rebel before being a Rogue.

‘Yes.' She breathed and he smiled, because he was scared, she wouldn't accept him the way he was. But he had forgotten, that she needed acceptance more than anybody else, and hence offered it generously when somebody else asked for it.

‘So can I kiss you now?' He questioned and her eyes widened slightly. Lucien, throughout the conversation was the last thing on her mind. But now, she was worried. If she agreed she'd get herself and Rebel in trouble that will lead to bloodshed. If she disagreed, than Lucien will be his first kiss and she dreaded that.

But what if, they were caught. Lucien was not a fool. The sentence was playing on-repeat in her mind, but she didn't care. She thought she was slightly intoxicated, because she was feeling courageous and rebellious. So she didn't answer she just placed her hands on the nape of his neck, and stood on her toes. This time she caught Rebel off guard when her lips met his. It took a while, for Rebel to recognize it and when he did. He kissed back with his hands snaked around her waist.

That kiss was Whisper's share of love, tenderness and passion. As if her turn had finally come to mend this, to fix herself. It was her turn to fix the Whisper, hidden behind daggers and swords. When they pulled apart, they suddenly felt empty as if they wanted to kiss again, because that made them complete.

‘You should go.' Whisper nodded because if Lucien saw them, she couldn't even imagine what would happen to Rebel and her. Rebel followed well, aware that he was not safe in this palace. He stepped away from Whisper and turned into his wolf form. A giant wolf with glistening light lilac fur that Whisper caressed softly.

Then he was off, to the woods that he had come from. Whisper watched him until he disappeared and she prayed that she makes it out of this whirlpool called Lucien. Because every time more and more people were joining this game.

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Whisper well aware, with the fact that Lucien would not return until night. Wandered around the palace to clear her head, and to figure out how to get rid of Lucien. She had been with Lucien ever since, she was born and yet she couldn't think of one weak nerve.

This was how Lucien was, cautious. He was always aware around others, and kept a strict check on what he was showing. The only thing that softened him, was Whisper but that was all.

When she remembered it from their very youngness. Lucien was a mischievous and ruined child, he always got what he wanted. He never lost, even as a kid he was very competitive. He would throw major tantrums, when Whisper defeated him in anything. This was what she derived, he was not good at taking defeat.

During their teens, they were mostly in training where Lucien had a lot of temper problems. He didn't want somebody to teach him anything, he wanted to be occupied with himself. He was rebellious in all sense, Whisper had her fair share in his plans and tricks but Lucien was never punished.

As a king, he had gotten over all his habits. He accepted defeat, he got rid of the temper and he acted mature. He acted like a king should. Whisper could never deny Lucien had been his idol, ever since they were young. He would teach Whisper tricks, that only an Alpha should know and so much more. She had learned everything from him. But now she regretted trusting Lucien. She still remembered that day, the day she showed Lucien her wounds.

Whisper ran into Lucien's tent, with all the speed she could muster. She was bewildered, that day was her first war ever. She was young and naive and was proudly wearing the scar on her shoulder. It was her first mark from war and she wanted to cherish the moment. So she went to Lucien, who back then, was her best friend.

‘Lucien, I need to show you something.’ She yelled as soon as she entered the tent. Lucien was still watching the strategy map with trained eyes, but looked up as he heard the familiar voice.

‘What is that.' Lucien questioned with a chuckle, well aware of how excited Whisper was for her first war.

‘Look.’ She slid the sleeve down slightly, giving Lucien the slight vision of her scarred shoulder. His eyes widened, but he smiled. 'My first mark, that got in war. I am so proud of myself’

‘Great, but listen.’ He said covering her shoulder again. 'Never show your wounds to anybody. They only make them worse, those marks are nothing but secrets. Got it.’Lucien explained to the gullible Whisper who thought showing off her wounds was a good idea.

‘Yes, sir.’

And those were the happy days, when it was all simple.

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Whisper opened the door, to Lucien's boudoir and was shocked at what she saw. The rectangular hole in the floor. It was deep she could tell by looking at it. There were steps that led deeper into the hole. It was a long tunnel that led to somewhere she had no idea. She had heard about secret door, around the castle before, which were made for easy escape. One of them was located in the king's bedroom too. It was well developed, the floor acted like a hinge door that could be easily closed and opened. Just when she was about to step down, into the tunnel, Lucien's face popped out.

He was scared, as if he had been caught doing something really bad. Which told Whisper that he was definitely hiding something, under there and she intended to find that out.

‘What is down there?' She asked in a firm voice. She tried to be as assertive as she could be with her inner Omega pressing her down.

‘Something that is none of your business.' Lucien answered in a threatening voice, as if to tell her to never ask questions. He climbed the last step and stepped down, on the boudoir floor. Whisper only looked at the tunnel as Lucien closed it. She was determined to go down there and find out the thing he was hiding.

‘I am only curious, I need to know what is down there.' She pressed and soon learned that Lucien hadn't got rid of his temper just yet.

‘What you need to know is that, you never go down there!’Lucien yelled at him, making her flinch at the sudden loudness of her voice. But she had derived that Lucien's only weakness was Whisper, herself. So she quickly pretended to be affected by Lucien's sudden outburst.

‘I am trying to make this work, but you can't seem to get rid of that temper.’ She stomped her foot on the floor and saw Lucien sigh. That was how she knew how to gain, at least some control over Lucien.

‘I am sorry, okay. I am really tired.' Lucien breathed out, guilt clear in his voice. In that moment Whisper had grabbed Lucien's tight string.

‘Let's not do this right now, I am going to sleep now.’ She pretended to angrily storm off to the bed and lay at her side. She couldn't help her heart that, fluttered when Lucien whined for her to listen, but eventually gave up. She could only imagine how good it would be to make him beseech. She was surprised because Lucien could force her up and do whatever to her, but the problem was she was indeed his weakness. And she fell asleep, escaping the much dreaded night once again.

……….

The moment Lucien left the boudoir the next day, Whisper waited to make sure he was absolutely gone. Then she went to the secret door and tried her best to open it, only to realize it had a lock. Lucien wasn't stupid.

Now she had to not only, slip her way inside the tunnel, but also manage to open it, when Lucien has the key. Above all she also had to make sure that Lucien doesn't discover this plan, or she will be in deep trouble.

‘I don't get it Rebel. What is he hiding there.' Whisper said as she paced back and forth, in front of Rebel, who was sitting on the window slit.

‘Whisper you don't have to find that out.’ Rebel insisted making Whisper face him with a puzzled expression. He was aware that Whisper has to know a secret of Lucien so she can threaten, him to let her go. So why was Rebel saying that all of this was unnecessary.

‘What do you mean?' She asked. Rebel sighed and stood up and walking a few steps to where Whisper stood. He took her hands in his own and looked at her as he spoke his idea out.

‘Let's run away, we can leave all of this behind. We are not working for a cause, Whisper.’ Rebel whispered, making her squint her eyes at the Rogue. Whisper pulled her hand out of his grip, staring at him with sharp eyes.

‘I can't run Rebel, Lucien will go on a killing spree to find me. You don't know him, he can bring the entire kingdom down if his rage is unleashed. Plus, my family is here Lucien will slaughter them all. And the biggest reason, I am not a coward. I'll leave with my head held high or I won't.’ Whisper explained and Rebel groaned in displeasure. He didn't like that attitude of Whisper, sometimes she could be extremely scared and yet act like she was the most powerful person in this world. But that was what he liked the most about her, she was stronger than she knew.

‘You are really conceited.’Rebel joked as he wrapped his hands around her waist to pull her close. He leaned in to kiss her, but only when their lips brushed someone knocked at the door.

‘Lucien.’Whisper murmured with fear, jumping away from Rebel and telling him to leave quickly. He went on his knees to turn into his wolf form, but the process took time. Another loud banging was heard and Lucien was getting suspicious.

‘Whisper are you in there.' A loud yell was heard from outside the door.

‘Yes.' She replied as Rebel completely turned into his light blue colored wolf and stood at the slit. She saw him jump down and didn't open the door until Rebel was out of vision. By now there was loud banging echoing around the room, with Lucien constantly yelling her name. She hurried off and opened the door to reveal an enraged Lucien.

He didn’t say a word and pushed to past Whisper into the room, closing the door behind him. He examined every part of the room looking for something.

‘Looking for something.’ She asked. Lucien turned to face her with furious expressions on his face. He stalked towards her and took a grip of her elbow, shaking her angrily.

‘What took you so long.’ He asked through gritted teeth in a menacingly slow voice.

‘I spilled something on my clothes, I was changing them.’ She saw his face soften at that reply and he stepped away. He stared at her clothes for a while before looking at her again.

‘I remember you wearing the same clothes.' He questioned again, with his eyebrows raised in threat.

‘It was the same color, Plum.' She answered and Lucien nodded. 'I am sorry.' She apologized pretending to look down as if she was sad. She knew her effect on Lucien, he didn't like to disappoint Whisper.

‘Oh Darling, don't apologize. It was me, you know I can lose my temper.' Lucien apologized. Shockingly Whisper discovered that Lucien was quite gentle with her. It was Raina who told her that he never apologized to his mates, or to anyone for that matter. So far the only weak nerve that Lucien had was Whisper herself. He had started trusting her, and he should because Whisper has saved his life on numerous occasions.

‘It really is not that big of an issue.’ She shrugged and watched as Lucien nodded. He took one step closer to Whisper, and she didn't protest rather she couldn't protest, even when Lucien backed her up against the wall with his one arm wrapping around her waist. She gasped with surprise at the action. She was disgusted her insides crawled at the lustful touch. Her soul curdled like milk and lemon, it was acidic.

‘You know, it feels so good to have you.’ He whispered, his eyes trained on Whisper's green orbs. He looked at her with an emotion that Whisper didn't know existed. She couldn't name it, it wasn't love, ambition, lust or doubt it was just something from every emotion that ever existed. He leaned in so his nose nuzzled the crook of her neck. She shivered with both pleasure and disgust. She wasn't even sure how she felt. While Whisper felt revolted, her Omega was delighted and he felt a war inside her. One of her arms was fighting to move towards Lucien and she was struggling to keep it in place. His lips pressed against her skin, and her inner Omega got the lead. Her hand went to lace itself with Lucien's hair, and she was all the more restless.

Whisper wasn't even doing this, it was her Omega but she couldn't control it. Lucien bit down on her skin and she had to bite her lip to suppress her moan. Lucien kissed up her neck towards her mouth. His eyes were closed as he brushed his lips against hers. She stared at him as Lucien opened his eyes, when their lips were merely apart.

Whisper didn't want this, she wanted to stop this, but she couldn't because Lucien would lose his trust in her. If she struggled Lucien would clearly suspect her older act, which she couldn't have, now when she was so close to reveal a secret that Lucien kept.

His thumb brushed against her lips, and he leaned down to kiss her. She wanted to throw up with all the disgust that was running through her at the contact. She wanted to push Lucien away and run but she could do none, in fear of losing all the progress she had previously made. His hands descended towards her thigh and she let him do that. She couldn't stop it, or she could.

She was very sure that the stars are in her favor because there was an urgent knock at the door that made Lucien, growl with anger. He pulled away replying to the knock with a curt ‘What!’.

‘Alpha, there is a Rogue in the castle.’ The soldier's voice said, he sounded out of breath which meant he had been running. At this Lucien went active and desperate. She could see it, Lucien was hungry to catch that Rogue that Whisper knew was Rebel. He didn't say a word as he ran off towards the door and eventually he was out.

Whisper breathed a sigh of relief as she let herself sink against the wall. She wasn't sure how long these coincidences would help her.

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‘Rebel, how did they notice you. You know we can't have that.’ Whisper yelled at him the next day. She was scared, she could only imagine what Lucien would do to the Rogue king. Lucien had an extreme hatred for Rogues, especially because they killed his father.

‘Whisper I am sorry, I ran away in time now tell me, do you have a strategy or are you going to continue yelling at me.’ Rebel replied his hands folded against his chest as he angrily glared at Whisper.

‘Rebel can you bring some sleeping potion.' She asked. Rebel raised his eyes questioningly, unsure about why would Whisper need sleeping potion but he nodded. 'Great, I'll need some tomorrow.’ Whisper declared.

‘Let me get this straight, you will somehow give Lucien the sleeping potion, then get the keys and climb down to see where the path leads you.' Rebel asked quite sure of the plan that was running through Whisper's mind. It was simple yet risky.

‘That is right.’ Whisper answered, smiling wide as if she had already executed the plan.

‘Whisper, I am worried.’ He sighed with his eyes closed. ‘You are going to hurt yourself. Why can't you just listen to me.' Rebel was on the verge of yelling. He was tired of Whisper, acting like she knew what she was doing. She was walking into a trap, and Rebel was worried.

She walked up to Rebel who was sitting on the window slit and looked him in the eyes to look for signs of doubt, but she got none. It was pure concern, and she knew Rebel was only worried and she was only ambitious and too proud to run away.

‘I'd rather hurt myself than run. I hope you understand.’She explained in a soft low voice. Rebel only nodded again, and placed his hand on her cheek. Their faces were only inches apart, she began to say what he wanted to.

‘The guards are getting really suspicious, I might not come to see you for some time. Promise me you'll be safe, for me.’ He requested his voice laced with distress and sincerity. She could see it in his eyes, he was scared that he might not see Whisper the next time he came back. He didn't want to go, he wanted to protect her, but he was failing. Only if he knew, that Whisper was capable enough to protect both of them.

‘I'll try.’ She smiled, because she didn't want to give Rebel a fake hope, especially when she wasn't sure what her life was anymore.

‘My tamed eagle, his name is Moon, he'll give you the bottle.’ He explained in a distressful and slow voice. Rebel was disappointed that he couldn't be there when Whisper needed him. He could've helped, but he couldn't afford to come back and get arrested, only to cause much more misery to Whisper. ‘I'll go now.’ He nodded pecking Whisper's forehead and stepping away to turn into his wolf form.

That day's goodbye was tragic, because Rebel was leaving his lover in a situation where she was fighting for her freedom. She was fighting to be let free, to be with Rebel and to be in a war again. Rebel didn't know if she'd win or not, all he knew was, she was playing it the hard way. All Whisper had to do was, elope with Rebel and never come back again. Rebel had his own kingdom, Fragment, where all the ones who were abandoned by their own kind lived. It was a kingdom full of Witches that were forced to leave Mystica because they couldn't do the right magic, or Fairies that left Craila because they thought they weren't worthy of becoming a fairy. It had Omegas that were left to survive by their families, or Rogues who never had a family. Betas whose mates died, Alphas who did a crime, Gammas that were caught in the act of treason or Deltas who were expelled from the army. Because that was how it worked, if you do one thing wrong you lose everything.

Probably that was why Rebel accepted everybody in his kingdom, and they were free to do what they wanted there. Their society didn't work on stereotypical roles, it worked on capabilities. And Rebel hoped she'd join him there, because her capabilities were far too much to be underestimated by her kind.

Whisper watched as light blue fur grew over his skin and he set himself on all fours, turning into his mighty wolf form. Whisper came to her knee and ruffled up his fur before he left. Every time Rebel came, it felt as if he came only to take his leave.

…………….

Whisper looked down her window, the window through which Rebel left everyday. She stared up at the stars that twinkled around the giant moon. Her life had become a whole new mess even before she blinked. It felt like yesterday she got mated and yelled with agony and anger. But she had learned that she will only swim when she moved her hands and she did it as much as she could.

She gasped in surprise as she felt a warm pair of arms wrap around her waist, until she realized who that belonged to. It was definitely Lucien and she was no more feeling disgusted by his touch. She was numb to it. Whisper knew her crawling skin, and her mind thinking too much about that sinful trace will only make her feel more disgusted. So she got used to it, neither responded nor resisted.

‘Counting the stars is amusing or what?' Lucien chuckled, his lips brushing against Whisper’s earlobe. She still kept her eyes trained on the stars, because Lucien's eyes intimidated her.

‘It keeps me occupied.’ Whisper answered without hesitation after all what else she could do. She knew at night she was tied and she had to let Lucien do the job of making things work. Without much effort Lucien turned her around so she faced him and she regretted looking into his intense blue eyes. Those eyes, made her shiver and left her frozen that was the effect he had on him.

Everyday Whisper was losing something, first Freedom when Lucien took it. Then, her passion was taken away. Then, principle by using somebody’s trust to defeat them. Then, love when Rebel kept leaving. The only thing she had now was dignity and she wanted to protect it but she couldn't. When the door keeps breaking down you don't lock it and this was what Whisper did.

Lucien caressed her cheek with the back of his finger and Whisper didn't even feel it. She laughed at herself because if she couldn't feel happy, she wanted to feel nothing at all. The touch had become just like any normal touch.

‘I could keep you occupied, precious.’ Lucien smirked wickedly and his hand traveled down to her neck and then shoulder making hair rise all over her skin. Whisper could see the satisfaction on his face, but what could she possibly do. She could only hope that Lucien wouldn't go too far tonight because if she got another night she could make it all right.

He leaned in and his lips grazed against her shoulder, but she only closed her eyes to block at least one of her senses. But that touch of his lips it burned her skin, as if he was wearing acid on them.

‘Whisper, you’re intoxicating.’ He mumbled against the skin of her collarbone, but her ears were long blocked. His hands traveled lower down towards the low of her waist and rested there. She squirmed with discomfort, but Lucien was too occupied to notice that.

His lips worked roughly against Whisper's but she didn't reply. Her lips were frozen, her entire body was for that matter.

‘Kiss back, darling.’ Lucien growled with their lips only centimeters apart. So when he connected their lips again, her inner Omega kissed back and she didn't resist the action. ‘Good girl.’

He backed her until the back of her knees touched the edge of the bed. She felt out of breath due to the lack of oxygen, but Lucien wasn't planning to disconnect their lips and tongue anytime soon. Whisper finally pulled away, panting hysterically and tried gulping down as much air as she could before Lucien took that away as well.

But Lucien didn't want to waste any time, and pushed her down on the bed. Whisper bit her lip to hold in a scream of help. She wanted to yell Rebel's name and call for help but that was as fictional and unrealistic as it sounded. He climbed over her in a haste and at that point the numbness was washed away by all the repugnance she felt. She hated breathing at that moment, because every time her chest rose it touched Lucien's torso. His face rested in the crook of her neck as he spoke again.

‘So many nights Ive dreamed of this that even this feels like one.’ He chuckled, his voice thick with lust as his hands grazed all the way down to her thigh. Even Whisper hoped it was a dream, that it will disappear when she will wake up, but instead it was a never ending nightmare. Her biting on her bottom lip had become so hard that she had managed to draw blood. ‘When you bite your lip like that it drives me insane.’ He said as his hands traveled up towards the hook of her dress. He stared at her the whole time as if to see how she'd react, but she didn't give one movement.

That was It. She thought as his hands rested on the metal hook. She decided to push him away, but something stopped her and not just her, but both of them, a loud piercing scream.

‘Who's that.’ Lucien screamed in a firm voice, he pulled away and Whisper unexpectedly relaxed. She was more, tensed than she thought she was.

‘I hate you Lucien, you are doing what not to your w***e in a room right next to your first mate.’ Whisper heard a familiar sounding yell and it took a while for her to recognize that voice, but Lucien seemed to know it like the back of his hand.

‘Do I look like I am paying attention to that, Titania.’ Lucien laughed back in reply.

‘You unfaithful monster, you are a vile being. Lust is the only thing that drives you. You are a coward, you can’t even come out here and answer my anger.' She yelled banging on the door like a psychopath.

‘You have no idea what I'd do if I come out there.’ Lucien screamed in anger and he seemed to forget Whisper's existence for a while.

‘Then show me, that dishonorable face.’ Titania shrieked back and Lucien stood up, taking angry steps towards the door not even acknowledging Whisper's presence. That day she learned one thing, the only thing that can drive Lucien more than lust was wrath.

And that night when Whisper heard painful shrieks and pleasureful moans coming from that room, she thought that it could have been her. Titania had done her a huge favor without even knowing that.

And that they she looked at the moonlight coming from her window and wondered how unfair it was. It was unfair that she had the skin of metal, but a soul of glass.