Whisper Bloodrose

Chapter-12 Stronger

Chapter-12

Stronger

When Whisper woke up, she was both scared and astonished. She was not on the cold, gravel floor that scratched her skin in numerous ways. She could not smell the dried blood or the moisture in the air. She could not feel the unleashed rage of the Alpha that had captured her. There were no warm arms, embracing her, unwilling to let go. This time, there were silk sheets embracing her frame. But the stones that she had fallen asleep on didn't scare her. The sheets of silk did, because they smelled like Lucien. If arrogance had a smell, she was sure; it would be greatly similar to what she smelled.

Whisper had embraced herself for the aftermath, even before she wrote that letter to Astera. The letter that asked for sleeping powder and soldiers that could aid Rebel's escape. She knew this would not end well, but she was desperate. Desperation can make you do things; you never imagined you were capable of doing.

Even, if she had gotten killed that day, she wouldn't have regretted it. Regret comes when you do something wrong, she did something brave. She did it because she trusted herself. That even if Lucien killed her that day, her spirit would come back avenge herself. Lucien's destruction was written by her hands, and she will not be content without blood on her hands.

Till then, she had not felt a presence around her. But as she started recovering her senses, she sensed someone sitting beside her on the edge of the bed. A genius was not needed to figure that identity.

‘I once knew a woman, who had fear running through her blood and valor knotted to her nerves.’ Lucien read out. Whisper sat on the bed, in a flash, under the control of her reflexes. She had shifted to her very side to maintain as much distance as she could from him. ‘The skill of a genius warrior in her hands, and the passion of fire in her curves.’ Whisper had to ball the sheets tight in her hand to keep her calm together. ‘A mere movement of her lips could make a man moan, resembled an angel, her shadow alone.’ Whisper had not noticed he had a book in his lap until he smashed it close. ‘Oh! She was the embodiment of paradise, the humans searching enlightenment in her eyes. This dangerous beauty of her, had bought me on my knees, my darkness begging for her light. With tears and blood I asked her for at least one night. I worshipped her or anything that belonged to her, from the piece of her hair, to the dirt of her feet so fair. I destroyed any eyes that looked at her and hands that rose to touch my love.’

Whisper was silent, not knowing what to say. She swallowed the lump in her throat, too scared to estimate the coming events planned by Lucien.

‘Gods were infatuated by such a maiden, perhaps that is why they did it. Made me screech and placed my maiden far away from my reach.’ Lucien ended and Whisper flinched as the book was thrown across the room.

A silence took over the room again. Whisper's breathing was enraged, as if everything she was breathing was poison. A poison she was desperately gulping. She was drowning in silence, in its suffocating power. His lungs were screaming while her soul was coaxing her heart in believing that it was okay.

Lucien stood up, there was a dangerous calm to his movements. The quiet of the ocean before a huge tide comes, or the silence in the in on the ground before it cracks. Whisper was waiting for the tide to come and the ground crack. She wanted it all to be quick, but as if Lucien knew it, he was intentionally making it slow. So Whisper doesn't miss anything, and she takes perfect note of his fury. He grabbed the glass goblet that was placed on the nightstand and extended it towards Whisper. His face still looking at the top of the wooden table.

Whisper gulped, her hand trembling as it forwarded itself to take it. As soon as he felt her fingers ready to take it, he left his hold the goblet fell without a sound on the mattress the water in it spilling. Even the goblet was, not daring to break the silence Lucien had created.

‘That is exactly how I felt, you came I almost touched you, but then it was gone.’ Lucien whispered and he finally looked at her electric blue eyes dark with floating anger. She wished that Lucien would look away because he was scaring her, in more ways than one. His darkness was consuming her, everything was turning blur except that stare. She panicked internally, lungs gasping for air and chest tight. She was tied up and she was thrashing. Like in an ocean tied down by stones. ‘I woke up first, Rebel was gone and Uriel was dead.’ He narrated and she watched. Lucien sat back in his older spot and started removing his shoes. ‘It used to be a dream. Both of us will go on a beautiful long journey in the carriage made utterly for you. You'd fall asleep on my shoulder.’ He tapped his shoulder and Whisper watched every movement carefully, not knowing which one will become the tide. ‘I'll carry you back, and you will go in a deep rest on my watch while I will make sure nothing touches you, not even the moonlight.’

Lucien now climbed on the bed shifting closer to Whisper, who was on the edge of it. He took a hold of her hand and pulled her close so harshly, that her chest crashed against his. He held her tightly, by the waist as she was placed on his lap. Those eyes had held Whisper captive for too long, as she was frozen in that state. ‘The details changed a little. You fell asleep not the way I wanted you to.’ He chuckled, his unoccupied hand caressing her cheek so gently. A gentleness that would be too unreal coming from Lucien.

As if that chuckle had broken her frozen form. She regained her senses and started pushing his chest away from herself. First time had her Omega got so strong that her entire insides were on fire, as if the only thing that will remain in her will be ashes. She yelped in pain her hands burning in agony. Lucien held his wrists in his hands, which made her stop and gasp for air after the screaming.

‘Lucien, please.’ Whisper pleaded for him to let go.

‘No, you've angered me enough, don't do it all over again.’ Lucien warned as he mentally ordered her to not move a limb. When he freed Whisper's wrist they fell to her lap, numb and useless.

‘I loved you, more than anybody. Every Lilac Moon I prayed. I prayed that I might not get you, as a mate, but god, do not let someone else have her. All you needed to do was ask, I would have brought you the world. If it isn't love, then nothing is.’ Lucien brushed her hair and leaned down to place a soft kiss on the top of her head, and he gently fondled with his fingers.

‘What are you going to do?’ Whisper asked boldly, when she knew pleading wasn't an option. Lucien had traveled too far in the path of darkness, returning was no option. Lucien's hands caressed her shoulders and he leaned into the crook of her neck. His nose brushed against her neckline, and he breathed her fragrance in. Whisper's hands were completely restrained by inner Omega who delivered a message, Not Today.

‘I am going to mark you mine. I will stain you with my passion so everybody knows, who you belong to.’ Lucien gripped her jaw tight and kissed her lips harshly, their teeth clashing and lips battling. Whisper suppressed her inner Omega with her strong will to run. She mustered up all her strength and pushed Lucien away. Her hands burning from hurting her Alpha. She scrambled herself off him and jumped hastily.

She was out of breath, willing to do anything that will save her dignity. Her purity was at risk, Lucien's dark hand about to tint it any second. She was pushing and trying, trying to hide or fight, but every time she fought Lucien made it obvious that the voice had been right. What controlled her was no more, her brain, but the rushing adrenaline. She didn't think twice that it will worsen up Lucien's anger or she might not be able to make it. She didn't even know what thinking was, as she ran, from the devil behind her.

As she reached the door her legs were forced to collapse by her inner Omega. She fell to her knees trying to shut her soul down, but it never happened. Whisper was tired, and she wanted it to end. But she fought trying to get her Omega to free her, but it kept forcing her down. Lucien walked towards her laughing, at the miserable condition of the woman who had claimed herself the best warrior. But she had lost, she knew and probably that is what hurt her the most. She couldn't stop fighting, even when she was defeated.

It was her blood that boiled even when it was cascading down her skin. Her lungs still gasping when there was no air. Her heart still beating when there was no energy left. She was trying to stand up and falling again, her knees bleeding but she won't stop. She was stubborn like a lion that was wounded, half-dead, but kept roaring to scare the vultures away.

So this was what it felt like, defeat. Like someone had tarnished all the rewards you had received, had plundered everything you earned. Like somebody was reading out your sins to the crowd, like they were skinning you alive. That was how defeat felt.

Whisper was wondering, where had her anger vanished. Where was that hunger that wanted to eat Lucien alive. That was the worst part, there was no anger left. All of it had been used up and her mind was too tired to create new one.

‘I only find it amusing.’ Lucien laughed and picked her up wrapping his arms around her knees. She still fought with trembling hands, burning insides, at loss of breath, she still fought. Then she was thrown on the bed, and Lucien climbed over her. She still fought, trying to kick and thrash and grab a weapon but it never happened. When Lucien kissed down her neck, pinning her hands together above his head as his other hand travelled up her torso. She still fought with sweat pouring down her forehead.

Then Lucien had released an animalistic growl, and had ripped her long dress into shreds, she gave up. She yelled loud enough to wake up the whole Forever Forest as she was exposed to the devil. She wanted to cry, but the tears never came, tears would only make her feel more naked.

Whisper lied there, firm, not releasing one yelp or moan. Just letting it pass, thinking that there was no night that wasn't defeated by the sun. Even when Lucien let her worsts go to unclothe himself, she didn't fight. Knowing those were useless attempts.

What was worse that feeling sorrow, fear, pain and shame? Feeling nothing. She was numb, to Lucien's disgusting touch, to the cold wind caressing her skin, to the mouth kissing her skin. Whisper was there, and yet not there.

There was no area Lucien's mouth hadn't tasted, no patch of skin untouched by his sinful hands, no piece of hair that was not pulled, not part of her body that was not aching. But she wasn't numb to the pain, the pain when his hands fondled with her purity. Her skin was flush red, she wished that her skin was bleeding that red.

The entire night Lucien moaned into her ear, screamed obscenities to her. Thrusted into her, making her want to jump down that window. He touched her, in places she never wanted him to reach. The only pain she felt was the one between her legs where he had left her soar.

Whisper was gone. Mind barely comprehending anything. The touch, the moan, the scream, the laugh. Body barely responding to anything, the kiss, the feeling, the voice, the cold. All she had ever earned was gone, in a flash even before she could muster up the pain of it leaving.

The moon hadn't come out that night, neither the stars did. Both of them unwilling to witness the fall of the warrior. Edith had woke up in the middle of the night, like she had heard her daughter's screech. Saige hadn't slept lest wake up, he couldn't, he knew it was Whisper. Ace had roared the entire night, his hair standing on his body. Talon didn't eat, he knew his sister was not safe.

Rebel cried, into the blankets. His sobs matching the loudness of Whisper's screams. He blamed himself, if he hadn't left, if he hadn't got caught, if he hadn't met Whisper. It was his fault, he said.

When Lucien was tired he stopped, his naked body fell beside Whisper's soulless numb form. The only words she comprehended was the last ones that Lucien conjured before falling asleep.

‘I won.’ She wished she woke up stronger so she could prove those words wrong.