Fated To Roman: The Almighty Alpha
Thirty-Eight

Cleo's POV

I knew Roman had me locked out for my own good. I understood yet couldn't help but hate him at the same time. Daphne was my sister and although she deserved to pay for her crime, there was no possible way I would have been able stand idly by and watch Roman be the one to do. In a twisted way it would have felt like I was betraying my own flesh and blood.

"I Eric Blair, reject you Daphne Barton as my mate."

Hearing Eric's rejection I fell to the ground. The sound of Daphne's screams had my heart aching like I'd never before experienced. Rejection was said to be like a knife to the heart. Half your soul ripped away, leaving you an empty shell just hoping the moon goddess would take pity and bless you with a second chance before the craziness drove you to take your own life. The problem being second chances, they were about as rare as someone having multiple mates. Unable to hear her scream I went back to the pack house and straight to the private library. Hades, my father. He was to blame for all of this. He had that Lucille chick resurrected, who in turn manipulated my sister into committing a crime she never before would have imagined doing. All because Roman had outed her to her family it was revenge Lucile seeked. Using my sister to hurt me just to weaken me mate. Everything went back to him. Everything.

I knew what I needed to do but I didn't know how to do it. Sure, Romans family witch would know how, but Henrik sure as hell wasn't going to help me. Not when the very thing I planned would get me killed should I make the wrong move. Everything would need to be timed perfectly, thankfully this plan had been swirling in my head since the moment I found out my true heritage. Searching through every book I came across came up empty handed leaving me feeling useless but refused to let it defeat me. I had all this supposed power, a heritage that claimed I would be unstoppable yet here I am unable to find one simple stupid thing.

'We can find Lucille get her to take us to him.' Freya sounded like before, back when she was sane of mind only the very thing she suggested was anything but sane.

'She would kill us on the spot and if she failed, she has an entire army that would try. I wouldn't even get a chance to put my plan into action.' I knew what I planned was risky but orchestrated correctly I had this gut feeling everything would work out. Going straight to Lucille? That would be suicide with the power she had backing her.

'Then there's one other option. Me.'

'Freya what are you talking about? I don't have time for guessing games.'

'Let me out. Once in my true form I can get us there. I can get us to hell, I know I can.'

'But the last time you came out you killed innocent people. How can I trust it won't happen again.'

'I've been with you since birth Cleo. I could have come out and introduced myself a long time ago, but I didn't. You needed to learn to fend for yourself before having me come and help. If you knew me like I knew you, then you'd know I would never have harmed someone undeserving. The omegas, neither of them was loyal. I don't know how I knew but I did, and I bet if they investigated them, they would see. Please trust in me Cleo. We are one person. I'm only an extension of you. Not to trust in me is the same as not trusting in yourself. You have great instincts for someone of your age, listen to them.'

I stood quiet letting the information sink in. Freya had come forward multiple times with no incident. Guilt knocked into me like a large wave realising I had been too quick to judge her. Putting my faith in my demonic wolf counterpart I made my way to the courtyard. I knew for her to do what she claimed she could I would have to accept her fully. Accept myself, that there is both light and dark within me. I had to embrace it all.

There was no doubt in my mind that someone would still be watching, waiting for me to be defenceless. But they were wasting their time, I had learnt from my past mistakes and would never let my guard down again. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I sunk into the darkness of my mind allowing Freya to come forward. I had worried that shifting would harm the pup, but Freya assured me she wouldn't do it if their life was at risk. Having not shifted in what felt like forever the pain left me wanting to scream. Everything burned and ached as every bone in my body changed shape. The tears fell from my eyes, but I gritted my teeth as hard as I could to prevent myself screaming. Had anyone heard me they would have tried to stop me.

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As the pain finally subsided, I watched through Freya's eyes as she walked to fountain. Able to catch but a glimmer of our reflection my jaw fell open. My heartbeat so fast it made me nauseous as I took in the sight before me. We no longer stood on four legs but on two. Our legs were pure fucking muscle though how I could tell beneath the rusty coloured fur was beyond me. Our eyes remained green yet shone so brightly I could see for miles in the dark. Yet the thing that shocked me the most was the crescent moon on our forehead. It had always been there, a white symbol standing out like a sore thumb letting it be known I was somehow different to other wolves. Only now, now it glowed like a fucking beacon.

Before I knew it Freya had taken off running whizzing by in a blur. I didn't know how long we had run for before finally coming to a stop. Standing in front of us was a rundown chapel. The windows shattered and hanging boards creaking in the gentle breeze. The entire building gave me the creeps, yet Freya felt a sense of accomplishment and calmness.

'Do you remember this place?'

'Should I?' I looked harder trying to remember any of the remaining details but came up empty handed. I didn't know this place and was certain I had never been here before.

'Mother came here. She asked for help from the high priestess. This building was in your vision. Can you feel the power that marks this ground.'

'I... I can't tell.' It was true I couldn't. I remember bits of a conversation she had with a witch but that was it. No names were mentioned, and I didn't exactly get a good look at their location. As for the power if I tried, I probably could feel it but I didn't want to. Call it fear or in-denial, either way I didn't want to become too involved with that side of me. I may have accepted who and what I am but that didn't mean I needed to like it.

Not giving away any other information Freya stomped up the stairs only the moment her enlarged elongated fingers touched the handle, we were blown backwards. Digging her feet into the ground we came to a holt as a cloud of dust surrounded us. Freya muttered something under her breath but was too quiet for me to hear. Taking a deep breath, I watched as Freya launched herself back at the door only this time her hands disappeared. Our body began to heat as yellow electric ran up her arms before suddenly a blue dome appeared and disintegrated.

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'Barrier. Now we are truly connected we can draw strength from our mate. The magic that flows in his veins is what allowed me to absorb the barrier that prevent us from entering. The dark magic runs inside him, a curse passed by his father.' Pulling the door open I should have expected what I saw. Back when Daphne and I visited Agatha on my birthday her place was the same. Old and run down on the outside, beautiful and just wow on the inside.

'Cleo where are you? What your doing is suicide!' Romans deep alluring voice entered my mind and by the tone he used I knew he felt us draw from him.

Knowing if I gave him the slightest detail he would find us, I blocked him out. This was something I needed to do, Roman being here would just fuck it up. I didn't want to leave thing the way I had with him I case I didn't make it back, but I hadn't a choice. If he intervened, he could die and that want something I was going to let happen. Before I met him, I didn't want him, now? Now he was my everything and I was scared shitless of losing him. I only hoped he would understand.

'Are you sure about this? Once I've begun there's no going back.' Giving her the go-ahead Freya begun to chant.

The words she spoke were from an old language, one that had been banned centuries ago. I may not have paid attention in school to regular lessons, but to these ones I did. I had always held a fascination for the dead language and now I knew why. It was in my blood whether I liked it or not.