Chapter 377 – Destined Bond with My Forbidden Alpha Novel (Alpha Alexander & Selene)

Filed To Story: Destined Bond with My Forbidden Alpha Novel (Alpha Alexander & Selene)

The two men that had fallen struggled to their feet at the bottom of the steps. Alice held tightly to the knife and lunged forward. The men prepared to stop her at the bottom, but she threw herself to the ground rolling on the floor just out of their reach.

She got to her feet and ran down the hall and into an open door.

“Who the fuck are you?!” a grizzled voice called.

Alice was surprised by the two men already in the room. But not enough to stop her momentum. She ran at the first man, he swung at her, but she dropped to her knees and jammed her knife into the carotid artery of his thigh, quickly pulling it back and jumping to her feet as he fell to the ground.

The other man ran toward her, she turned out of his way, but he was quicker than she expected, turning back, and catching her with a fist to the chin. It was a heavy blow that sent her to the ground.

She shook it off and got up before he was able to take advantage of her mistake.

The two men from the stairs appeared in the doorway.

“Get her!” one of them shouted.

Suddenly Alice felt a sharp pain in her head.

‘Every movement should flow from the last, every kick off from the ground should have force behind it, and every landing should be strong and powerful.’

She was small, only eight or nine. She wore a dark blue leotard and stood on a large red mat. She ran forward, throwing her hands to the ground as she kicked her body off the ground into three cartwheels.

When her body came to a stop, she wore a black leotard with black tights and ballet slippers. Her leg was stretched on the bar as she lowered her body into a standing split.

‘Graceful and controlled, every movement is an extension of yourself.’

Turning away from the bar, she now wore boxing gloves, shorts, and a tank top. Her bare feet bounced on the mat, keeping up her movement. A large man came forward, he swung at her, she ducked, he swung again, and once more, she avoided the hit.

But the second swing was intended to miss. As his fist and elbow moved past her face and she grinned, he suddenly shifted, and his elbow slammed into the back of her head. With a heavy groan, she fell to the ground.

Alice rolled onto her back, and the large man was on her in an instant, punching her over and over until everything went black.

Holden’s voice whispered in the tangled memory.

‘Either learn to embrace the pain or learn to avoid it. Because this life will be filled with it.’

Her mind snapped back to the present, she gasped and dodged just as a fist came flying at her face.

She put distance between herself and the man that had already been in the room with her. The other two were still pushing through the door.

Alice turned her attention to the man before her. She ran toward him as he took another swing. She grabbed his wrist and just above the elbow, pulling him toward her. She let go of his wrist and wrapped herself behind him, stabbing his side with the knife.

The man cried out and fell to the ground.

Alice turned her attention to the first man to enter the room, he charged at her, catching her at the waist with his shoulder, he continued running until her body slammed into the wall. He dropped her as he stumbled back, and she fell to the floor.

She let out a pained groan, but as the man moved toward her again, Alice kicked out her foot and swept his legs. He stumbled forward, and Alice rolled out of the way, getting to her feet, she turned back and slammed her foot at the base of his skull.

It wasn’t enough to break, but it was enough to knock him out for a little while.

The third man was all that was left. He took a swing at her; Alice ducked and hooked her arm around his neck as she moved under his arm. She jumped onto his back. Wrapping her leg at his thigh, she turned her body away from him and threw her weight to the floor.

She succeeded in rolling him onto his back and got to her feet. He tried to correct his position by moving forward. But Alice spun around and brought her knee to his jaw, sending him flying back and knocking him out cold simultaneously.

Alice took a moment to catch her breath, then she rushed out the door and went back toward the stairs. Before she got there, she heard the sound of fighting down the hall.

“Wyatt…” she whispered, hurrying toward the sound.

As she moved toward the open door, she found several men knocked out or dead. She stepped out into the night air, it was smokey and thick with the earthy, mildewed scent of rotting wood.

A roar drew her attention, it was Wyatt. He let out another as he charged forward into a group of three men. He threw his entire body at them, bowling them over.

Alice caught sight of movement in the distance, she lifted her eyes into the shadows and saw the four small figures hurrying along toward the wooden pallets.

She smiled.

The sound of running feet drew her attention. Four more men were joining the party. Alice looked around and saw something that brought another smile to her face.

She stepped over a body and grabbed the baton that lay on the ground, she held it up and pressed the small button, a blue and white line of electricity at the coils told her it still had a decent charge.

She turned to the new arrivals.

“Welcome to the party,” she grinned.

Together, they had put down the rest of the security around the house. Once they had cleared the yard, Wyatt and Alice decided to get the children moving before more backup arrived.

Alice had kept her eye on the main road, expecting the rev of motorcycles coming from the main house at any moment. But luckily, they never came.

As she and Stefan had done before, Wyatt and the other children stuck to the shadows. It was slower getting around, but they stayed close and had only run into a few people as they made their way across the slums.

The eastern border of Autumn was about a mile past the abandoned clinics of the slums.

These were the only buildings within the slums that were well and truly abandoned. Any doctors of worth had been moved closer to the central city. Those that had tried to help the residents of the slums often found the residents were more desperate for drugs and warm bodies than the aid they offered.

“So,” Wyatt said quietly as they moved slowly between the buildings. “Tomas is gone?”

Alice nodded.

“He lost his ability to control Autumn a while ago, but Roman only discovered it today.”

“That explains the chaos,” he sighed. “Tomas wasn’t a great leader. I never agreed with his decisions or the ways of Autumn. But he always kept a firm hold on his wolves.

“Crime and sin may have been commonplace, but it wasn’t chaotic. And it didn’t leave the borders of Autumn without his say so.”

Alice looked away.

“He saved me,” she said quietly.

Wyatt looked at her.

“He woke me and led me out,” she continued. “But he stayed behind. They were coming for us. He said he would keep them busy as long as he could.”

“Sometimes a good death is all we deserve,” Wyatt said, touching her shoulder.

Alice should have pulled away. She was meant to keep a distance from others. Draw their attention, and gain their affection, but keep a wall between them.

But she didn’t. That little whisper in her mind told her that this was alright and welcome.

“I asked him to come with me,” she said. “He told me to let him do one good thing with his life.”

Wyatt nodded.

“I’m glad that in the end, at least, he realized the choices he had made.”

For a while after discussing Tomas, they were quiet. Silently moving between buildings, crossing streets, hiding from the drunks and the motorcycles that revved in the distance.

It wasn’t far now; they had reached the clinics. Alice decided they should look inside; it was possible that there were some leftover supplies. Bandages, alcohol, or something to clean the wounds that Wyatt was pretending weren’t bothering him.

The red stains on his shirt told a different story.

“Stay put, we’ll be right back,” she told the children as she shut the door to one of the cleaner exam rooms they had found.

It was easier for Wyatt and Alice to do a quick search of the building.

Alice had been chewing her bottom lip for a few minutes now, Wyatt had noticed.

“Is there something on your mind?” Wyatt asked.

Alice looked up at him, she swallowed her nerves.

“How do we know each other?” she asked. “Who are you?”

“Do you not know me at all?” Wyatt asked, his brows knitted with concern.

Alice looked at him carefully. An image came to mind, his plaited hair tied up like a crown on his head in a flash of snow. But no words, no thoughts, no memories of who this man was. Only a feeling, a whisper from the soft voice in her mind. A promise that he was someone important to her.

“No,” she said.

Wyatt sighed.

“I’m not sure how much I should say,” he replied. “From what I understand, it is dangerous to share with you the memories you can’t access yourself.”

‘Fuck… you’re fracturing….’ Tomas’s words came to her mind.

“I’m fracturing…” she whispered more to herself than to him.

It explained the pain in her head, the strange and random images or memories she had been experiencing.

This was bad.

“Alice,” Wyatt whispered, touching her shoulder. “I can’t explain how we know each other. All I can say is that we do. You are someone significant to me. You are a member of my family.”

Alice furrowed her brows and swallowed down a lump in her throat.

Family.

That word caused a mixed reaction in her heart. Panic, fear, and profound anxiety. At the same time, warmth and longing.

“Since you are leaving Autumn, I think it is time you go where you belong,” he continued.

“Where I belong?” she asked.

Wyatt smiled.

“Winter,” he said. “That is the home that waits for you.”

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