Mated To An Enemy Chapter 369 I Promised You

Her eyes opened.

They moved back and forth, looking at the ceiling and the walls around her. She recognized the room. The one provided for her in Autumn.

She felt movent on her arms, he was doing sothing. It was tight, a bandage? He pulled sothing off of her finger, and sothing else from her arm.

“Alice, co on,” he whispered. “I’m sorry, there’s no ti for acclamation. We gotta go, now.”

Alice reached her hand to her mouth and found an oxygen mask strapped to her face. She pulled it off and tried to sit up but felt dizzy.

“Whoa… shit,” the man cursed.

He licked his lips nervously, looking back towards the door every couple of seconds.

“I’m sorry, I know you’re dizzy. You just woke up from a long nap, but we gotta get you out now.”

Alice furrowed her brows as she stared at the man. He looked familiar with the dark beard and tattoos on his neck… but she couldn’t rember his na.

She knew she was in Autumn. She had business here. But she couldn’t rember what that business was. Or why she was in this room.

“Who are you?” Alice asked.

He looked at her and cursed under his breath.

“You don’t rember ?” he asked.

Alice shook her head.

“They didn’t treat you… I heard Holden say it was too dangerous to do it now,” he said softly.

Holden.

That na she knew. That na she always knew. Along with the confusion and knowledge that she had lost everything, and only he could give it back to her.

“Fuck… you’re fracturing….”

Alice didn’t understand what the man was saying. But sothing inside told her that he was right and that she needed to go.

“Go where?” Alice asked aloud.

“Escape,” he said.

Alice felt her brows raise and her eyes widen.

Escape. Was that a joke? There was no escape.

“I promised you I would help you get out. It wasn’t supposed to be like this… I thought I had more ti to get you out clean. But Roman knows… he knows I don’t got control over anyone anymore.”

Roman? Alice felt a strong flurry of anger and resentnt at the na, but the reason didn’t co to her.

“I’m sorry, Alice,” he said softly. He squeezed her shoulder.

Alice felt confused by this man’s actions. She didn’t know him, though he clearly knew her. Her instinct was to push him away when he touched her, but sothing told her that he ant no harm. That this ti, he was trying to do the right thing.

“Tomas…” Alice whispered.

He looked at her, a mont of confusion and then sha before he nodded.

There was a soft pain at the back of her head, she closed her eyes for a mont, and she could see him. He was smiling, laughing. He reached his hand out to her, tenderly stroking her cheek. He whispered sothing.

The vision changed, now he was screaming, throwing things, and grabbing her shoulders roughly. Angry, heartbroken tears stread down his face as he shouted a na.

‘Laura’.

She opened her eyes.

“You rember now?” Tomas asked quietly.

She swallowed and shook her head.

“Just the na,” she replied.

She was used to not knowing everyone she ca across, but this fragnted mory, and his na… it was whispered to her from sowhere. With it ca a feeling that she could follow him this ti. That sothing had changed.

Alice didn’t understand, but all she could go on was her instincts, so she would follow him.

“We gotta go,” he said.

Reaching his hand to her, she took it, and he helped her to stand. She was wobbly at first, but it passed quickly.

“Here,” he said, grabbing a bag beside the bed and handing it to her.

Alice looked inside, and she saw black clothing and shoes. These were not her usual costus.

Holden always dressed her brightly, drawing the attention of every eye in the room. She was always to be seen, but never known.

“What is this?” she asked.

“You can’t go out there like that,” he said.

Alice looked down; she was wearing a basic white nightgown.

“You need to blend into the shadows. It’s the only way to get past the chaos out there.”

“What do you an, chaos?” she asked.

Alice pulled the clothing from the bag, and Tomas turned to face the wall. As she dressed, he told her that the Autumn wolves had gotten restless and even more violent than usual. Roman had whispered in all the right ears and created a maelstrom of anger and frustration.

They were growing feral without an alpha to guide their impulses and give them purpose. Roman was charismatic and bloodthirsty. He was the gasoline to their fire.

Tomas told her that she had been asleep for over a week, almost ten days.

After Roman had found where Bell was hiding and that he couldn’t cross the boundary of Winter, he had beco unstable. In the first few days, he mostly kept to himself or spent his ti beating on Tomas.

At the ntion of Bell and Winter, she felt a heavy pain in her chest.

Tomas said that in the last few days, Roman had taken several risky actions. He had sent wolves out on skirmish runs with the lesser packs. Scouts were sent to both Sumr and Winter, but none of them had returned or reported back.

“He’s planning sothing,” Tomas growled. “I don’t know what… or when, but yesterday… he went too far.”

“You can turn around,” she said, fully dressed. “What did he do?”

Tomas turned. He looked up at her, his eyes were tired and worn. She could see that he had suffered. He was at the end of his rope and ready to give in.

“He captured soone,” Tomas said. “Soone I know. Soone that people care about.”

“A friend?” Alice asked.

“Used to be, a long ti ago,” Tomas sighed. “But the problem is that when he told , I couldn’t convince my wolves to set the man free. And Roman knew right then that I was no longer Alpha of Autumn.”

“Why didn’t he kill you?” Alice asked. She furrowed her brows, unsure why she had asked that question.

A flash of fiery eyes and a malicious grin made her gasp.

‘Roman,’ she thought. Those were his eyes, that was his smile. A demon.

“He has no reason to rush, he’s wanted dead most of his life. What would a few more hours hurt?” Tomas smiled. “He went off to torture his prisoner. He’ll co for tonight. If he hasn’t already realized I got out of my room, he will very soon. Then, he will send my own wolves to kill , and capture you.”

“Why not kill ?” Alice asked.

That inkling in her mind, the whisper, the instinct. It told her she had asked sothing she shouldn’t have. Sothing she didn’t want to know.

“Because you are the only thing he has ever wanted to keep alive.”