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22 - Commander

Location Unidentified

Sativa
"So, what's your plan?"

I sit up on the gurney as Romanov finishes tying the three unconscious Incases.

"Patience," he snaps, for the first time, I am relieved to see that his wasn't really a part of his father's working.

I nod, "Fuck." I sigh at the immersion of pain coming from my wrists. I did not dare to touch them in fear of more pain resonating.

He turns to me with a slight glare, "Your hands," he muttered gently. Stalking over to me, I couldn't help but noticed that he was without a shirt - as he had used it to gag the duplicates.

I averted my gaze from his dark-jean, clad legs as I stare down at my wrists. They were raw and bleeding. Sparks made themselves known as Romanov gently picked up my wrists. He closed his eyes and muttered words in a foreign tongue as he the marks on my wrist slowly disappeared. Leaving in its place the palish skin before.

"How..." I trailed off as I stared into his holding orbs.

"I will tell you another time," he answered. "Now, I need you to act unconscious - my father still does not know that I am not par to his act."

"OK," I nodded slowly.

I bite the inside of my cheek to keep my yelping as his left hand slips under my knees, and his right on my back. I close my eyes and let my body still as he carries me gently. Obviously, keeping still is a bit of a challenge seeing as Romanov does nothing to make it easier for me to do.

"Keep still, Sativa," he admonished adamantly.

"I would if I could."

The heated sparks only made the situation worse as I feel the air rush around my cheeks - he was using his Royal Bloodline speed.

I gentle my breathing as he speeds down the various hallways. He seemed particularly familiar with the place - but, I opted against questioning him. We stopped in front of a large silver door. Romanov effortlessly pushed the heavy-looking door open, while balancing me with his left arm. I quickly shut my eyes and let my body go limp to further dramatize my act of unconsciousness.

"Drop the girl on the table," I force my inner-Wolf to remain calm at the tone of Aldag. "Tie her up properly."

"Yes, Father."

I inwardly recoiled at Romanov's submissive tone.

Never, since meeting the dominant man, have I ever heard or seen him submissive to another - and considering this was all an act; he was quite the actor.

"It's wonderful," Aldag droned as I am retraced from Romanov's warm hands and placed on a cold, metal table. "How you are finally coming to notice my authoritative figure, son."

"Yes, Father." Romanov replied robotically.

I wince as the metal chains clip themselves around my wrists. I wondered what the man's actual plans were as he pressed a small kiss to the side of my head, "I promise that you will be safe; he will not harm you."

I nod slightly - almost apprehensively. I mean, this was coming from the man who had rejected me less than a month ago; I didn't understand whether it was because the curse was broken, or something else was driving his motivation.

I wriggled my hands slightly and realized that the chains weren't tightened as to prevent the Lyman rubbing against my wrists.

I almost smiled at his sudden consideration.

"Alright," Aldag's voice rang out after a moment of silence. "It seems I was not expecting the luxury of executing my son's mate. So, I would need to get a few special materials from the warehouse. Son, watch her."

"Of course, Father."

I keep from smirking, how the hell did his father actually believe that his powers worked on him?

I stayed still as the sound of the door slamming rang around the room. The cold air swept across my cheeks as heavy strides met my ears. Calloused hands ran themselves down my wrists before extracting the cuffs.

"Get up." He commanded as I raised a brow at his tone.

"Don't tell me what to do."

"Do you want to die?" His cool voice calmed me as I sat up and stared at him.

"No."

"Then what do you do?"

I roll my eyes, "I get up."

"Correct."

I stand in front of him as he unexpectedly hauls me over his shoulder. I groan and involuntarily blush, "I can walk." I clear my throat as I inform him of my blessing.

"I am aware." He begins heading for the door. "It is just faster this way; we have not mated yet, so your speed cannot match mine."

I scoff, but say nothing.

"This is uncomfortable," I tell him after a minute of his swift speed around. "I really just want to walk, alright?"

"No."

He stops abruptly, before adjusting me so that my legs were around his waist, and my front was pressed against his back. I gulped as his hands supported my thighs as he began walking once more, but this time, his strides became quicker.

"He knows?" I ask quietly.

A nod is all I get in response.

I bite my lip as we reach the exit of the warehouse, "How do you know where to go?" I ask, not being able to hold the curiosity any longer.

"Another time, another place; I will tell you, Sativa."

I sigh.

He carefully set me on my feet, before looking down at me from his towering height, "You need to run."

I frown, "No way, I can't just leave you here, Romanov."

He winced, an unnoticeable expression lingered in his eyes, "You are no use to me, I have not mated you completely; against my father, you will be nothing but a burden, alright?"

I reluctantly nod.

"Run," he commanded again, nudging me in the direction of the cold woods. "Just keep running - your Wolf will automatically direct in the closest spot of safety."

"What about you?"

He clicked his tongue irritably, "Stop worrying about me. I will come and find you after paying an overdue visit to my father."

I nod, "What about..." I trail off as his lips connect with mine in a sparking frenzy.

I lean into his embrace as I step unto the toes of his combats for more height. His warm hands envelope themselves around my waist, as he gently pulls away; taking his minty taste with him as he does.

"Go."

And I do.

I run, closing my eyes as I feel my inner-Wolf take control over the situation. Soon, I am sitting at the back of my mind, watching Vienna as we maneuvered her way around the dark forest. I cannot contemplate how long we spent running until we came across a small hut. It was brown, holes here and there. The thatched room was now falling apart as I stared at it.

I close my eyes once more as Vienna returns my control. I don't bother to knock as I push open the door of the hut, freezing as a voice rings out to me.

"Who are you?"

I whipped my head around, taking a step back as I peer at the man, "I didn't mean to intrude or anything..." I trailed off, not having anything particular to say.

He sniffed the air.

I observed the man's appearance, a tall man, although he looked nothing close to my height. Sandy blonde hair and hazy, teal eyes that seemed to be staring at nothing in particular. They were on me, but I knew that they were seeing nothing.

I whisper, "You're blind."

He shrugs, "I can smell and feel your presence."

He then took a step back, raising his hands defensively, "Why'd you smell like a Royal - like the Alpha King?"

"How do you know what the Alpha King smells like?"

"He was here earlier."

I cock a brow at his information, "Do I need to ask what for?"

He chuckled, "No."

I drive my hands into my nonexistent pockets, only realizing that I wasn't wearing jeans when my hands fell to my sides. I blushed at my actions, guiltily feeling glad that the man was blind as to no have witnessed my habit.

"Come on in."

I follow the man into the hut, something I normally wouldn't have done. But, my inner-Wolf had led me here, the man must have no intention of doing me evil.

The inside of the hut was small, a small thatched bed sat to the right of a carved-out hole in the wall. A large mug of muddy water sat in front of the bed, and a pile clothes lay next to it. I awkwardly stand there until he directs me to the bed.

"Sit," he commands gently.

I perch on the edge of the bed, shaking my head as he asked if I would like water.

"No thanks."

He sits on the floor opposite me, playing a familiar tune on his hand-crafted lyre.

I patiently sat there, my mind lingering of Romanov and his unpredictable father.

What if, he is injured?

Dead?

Close to dead?

Fool, he's immortal.

Right.

I nervously play with my fingers as the man stops playing before speaking again, "What's your name?"

"Sativa."

"Hmm, Sativa." He looks thoughtful. "What brings you here?"

I shrug, "Various things."

He asks no more questions as I stare at the brown and muddy walls. Desperately wishing that Romanov was in a near stable condition.

I spent a good thirty minutes in a nerving worry before sitting up straighter.

I dust my shorts as I quietly head for the door - the man was asleep.

I pushed my hair away from my face as I followed my distinct trail of footprints in the snow. Thankfully, the snow wasn't as thick - but I was still shivering as I followed the trail back to the warehouse were I had been.

I knew that Romanov wouldn't be too happy with my disobedience.

But, I didn't take orders from anyone.

Especially him.

-

Location Unidentified

Romanov
Normally, ramming my fists into my father's face brought me nothing but the usual amount of satisfaction.

But today, it was a little more.

"You seem to be forgetting that I am your father," he spat courteously. "I am immortal just as you are."

Angrily, I watch as the gashes I had inflicted on my father's frame one by one disappeared, leaving only the blood on my hands and on his face as a reminder that I had acted violently.

"Trying to kill me will solve nothing," he snarled, dusting his trousers as he returned to his desk chair. "Instead, let us talk like men do. Like the man I tried to raise you to be, Romanov."

I gritted my teeth but held my ground. This was his main dwelling whenever we came here. It was plain, large room. One brown desk sat in front of a dormant fireplace. Two plastic chairs stained with blood sat opposite the desk.

"What do you want from me?" I query seriously, the cold atmosphere of the room irritating me further.

"Nothing."

"Why did you take my mate?" I snarl, my eyes are nothing but pitch black - it doesn't mean that my Wolf is in control; not this time.

"You have her now."

"I don't want to have to murder you again, Father."

He chuckled, "Immortality."

"That didn't stop me the first time, did it?" I smirk coldly.

"You got lucky."

I stare at the man that has brought me nothing but pain, I try to comprehend a feeling other than a deep hatred - but it is impossible.

"Get out."

I turn on my heels, "I don't think you are aware of the force you are trying to reckon with, dear Father."

He scoffed, "You?"

I sigh, "I am leaving now. I expect you'll do the same?"

"I will be back for her," he casually informs me. "What I did today is a mere warning of what is to come."

I don't answer.

"And, when I get her," my bare and scarred back is facing him as he continues, "She will end up just like your very beloved mother."

I still.

"Dead."

It takes a certain will to turn a deaf ear on his words as I close my eyes. The air rushing around me acting as a reminder of my power.

I reopen my eyes as I the outside air mashed against my face. I stare down from the steps of the warehouse as a certainly familiar and pleasant scent hits my nose.

"Hi!" The reoccurring voice calls as I narrow my eyes.

Sativa.

But, she isn't alone.

-

Location Unidentified

Sativa
I peer behind the trees as I stare down the large, black SUV's that lines themselves
in front of the warehouse, my eyes widening as they came into contact with familiar faces. Reminding me of the people who cared.

"Sativa!" Natalya was the first to run up to me and crush me in a hug. I sighed gently and held unto her small frame. Letting me go, I turned to look behind her, spotting a gladdened Keegan, his father, Karl and another female that I didn't recognize. Walking up to them, I let Keegan and his father envelope me in a hug, before Karl lightly smiled and bowed his head to me.

"Luna," he acknowledged.

I looked in question to the beautiful red-haired girl that stood beside him. Her eyes were a stormy and defiant grey, but as of now, they looked at me with nothing but respect as she bowed as well, "I am Zayn."

"Your mate?" I turn to Karl as I piece two and two together. He nods as I smile, "Nice to meet you, I'm Sativa." I shake her hand as I scan her five-foot-seven frame. She was pale, with thin lips set into a smile. Her stomach was round, so I was guessing she was most likely with Karl's pup - or pups.

"What happened in there?" Keegan was the first to ask as they all took in my disheveled frame. "He didn't hurt you at all, did he?"

I shrugged, "I was more surprised that Natalya, my brother and Amiya were there." I stated, although I was sure that I was not making much sense then.

"What do you mean?" Natalya looked concerned at the mention of her mate.

"Incas," I vaguely explained.

They nodded, the comfortable silence hanging as I eyed the shiny cars.

"How did you all know where I was?" I asked, cocking a brow at them all.

"You're the Luna Queen," Vladimir proposed. "And, we are in your mate's Pack, therefore we can scent you."

I nod, "Oh."

"Where's Romanov?" Karl frowned as he slanted an eye towards the warehouse.

I sheepishly toyed with my blonde curls, "He's still in there - I was told to run."

Keegan looked amused, though Natalya looked worried, "You came back?"

"Well I wanted to help him."

Zayn sighed, "Just as long as you are alright, Luna."

I casted her a smile, I was really beginning to grow fond of this girl.

"Please, call me Sativa."

I stick my hands in my pockets as out heads turn to the top of the stairs. There stood Romanov in all his glory. He had discarded his shirt, leaving his muscled and inked chest to display. His black jeans were slashed down the left leg, and blood was splattered around his chest and knuckles. I blinked at his normally fearful demeanor.

"Hi!" I squeaked pathetically, and in an instance he was in front of me, gripping my arm painfully.

"I told you to run."

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© V.L Khan

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