Fated To Roman: The Almighty Alpha
Sixty-Eight

Chapter Sixty-Eight

Roman's POV

I couldn't be any prouder of Cleo even if I tried. Watching as the darkness held on, its claws dug deep into her, she never wavered. She never once screamed for Henrik to stop, and I'm ashamed to say that I thought she would. The hours that followed were the most heartbreaking. I wished I could take everything from her and suffer in her place, but I couldn't. We would walk many paths together, but this wasn't one of them.

I remained by her side the entire time, holding her tight and keeping her grounded as her fear took hold. We knew that there might one day be a consequence for stripping Cleo of her rule of hell, that the Brotherhood may seek revenge. But if that day did come, we would fight together.

The obstacle we thought would be toughest, however, ended up being the easiest, bonding with our daughter. Scarlett was a bright, strong energy, and I knew she would one day take this world by storm. Seeing mother and daughter together was a sight like no other. Whether she chose to believe it or not, she was a natural which led me to believe the darkness prevented her from bonding before. It was keeping her isolated, something she no longer was.

Seeing them happy made me proud beyond words and caused me to make my biggest decision yet.

"Where are we going." Cleo giggled like a little girl as I held my hands over her eyes.

"You'll see, be patient. I promise you it's worth the wait."

Had I not had the help of my sister, I doubt this would have even been possible because I didn't know where to begin..

"Careful, we're about to go down some steps."

"Roman... what steps?" With a smile on my face, I 'shh'd' in her ear causing goosebumps to rise on her skin.

I quickly looked to ensure everything was set and removed my hands. As she opened her eyes, a huge smile formed on her face.

"Roman, it's... it's beautiful. What's the special occasion?"

"Does there need to be?" Cleo just raised her eyebrows in suspicion. "I thought you could use the escape after everything that's happened this year. Come sit." Walking into the clearing, we sat on the blanket at the bottom of the waterfall's edge.

"I can't believe you did all this."

Candles scattered the water's edge, and romantic music played softly on the speaker. In the centre of the blanket was a picnic basket and a cool box with beers inside. One of my favourite things about Cleo was that she drank the same as me, none of this sweet wine shit that most women found appealing.

"Cleo, you came into my life and literally dragged me through hell and back. You've blessed me with a beautiful daughter, and I couldn't be happier. Yet there's still something missing."

"Marry me." Her words were rushed and caught me completely off guard.

"What?"

"I know it's not traditional for a woman to ask, but nothing about us has been traditional. You come from a royal bloodline, while I am the literal spawn of the devil. We're two species that should have never been fated, but we work. I love you, Roman, more than anything in this world, except for our daughter." Together we chuckled.

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I had organised this entire evening to propose to her, and I wouldn't let her take that from me. Pulling out the ring box from my pocket, I opened it up, and Cleo just stood there at a loss for words.

"This ring belonged to my grandmother; she gave it to me when Layla let slip about tonight. She wanted you to wear it, and so do I." Taking Cleo's hand in mine, I dropped to one knee. "Cleo Barton, my fierce and beautiful red-headed mate, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" Tears welled in her eyes as she began frantically nodding her head.

"Even though I asked you first, yes." Gripping my face, she placed her lips on mine.

An explosion of fireworks went off inside me, and I couldn't hold back anymore. Lowering Cleo down onto the blanket, I moved my kisses down her neck as my fingers made work of removing her top. Sitting up, she climbed on my lap, tangling her hands in my hair.

Undoing the clasp at the back of her bra, I slowly slid the straps off her shoulder, replacing them with kisses. Cleo removed my shirt before trailing her hands down my chest. As I nipped at her nipple, she gripped my cock. The way she chewed her bottom lip always did something to me.

Placing my hands on her back, I pulled her to me, burying my face in her breasts. Rolling us over, I removed her shorts, leaving her lying under the moonlight in nothing but her royal blue thong. Standing up, I pushed my jeans to the ground before kneeling and kissing Cleo again. Lowering myself to my elbows, I kissed the middle of her stomach before using my teeth to tear away the thong. Cleo's POV

As our bodies collided in the heat of raw un-nerving passion, we each found new heights of pleasure that neither of us knew existed. Sex this good was something you would only ever encounter with the person you loved. Sure drunken sex was good, but it was messy, and angry sex was just hard-core. But this, this was romantic, passionate and slow.

With each kiss and each thrust, a new blush would blossom under the skin on my cheeks. Our swollen lips fell heavily upon each other as we craved one more taste. Together we had climbed the mountain of pleasure, and together we fell over the edge.

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Having regained some energy, Roman and I decided it best to take a moonlit swim before returning. Everyone knew of Roman's plans, and the last thing I wanted was to reek of sex. Once dressed, we walked back to the pack house hand in hand.

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As the week ended, Roman and I were called to the office. When we arrived and saw the rest of the family, I wondered what was happening.

"What's going on?" Roman and I sat in the chair opposite Angel, who looked tired and fed up. The loss of her lifelong mate took more of a toll than anyone had realised.

"First of all, I want to congratulate both of you. Finding your mate is easy, but finding love in that person isn't. Love takes work and commitment. As a couple, you have faced things both together and separately that would have torn other couples apart. Which has led me to the reason I'm here. I'm stepping down as Queen Luna and want to offer you both the opportunity to take the throne." I was beyond lost for words.

"What about Layla? She's the eldest. Shouldn't it be offered to her first?" Roman was quick to ask the question.

"Don't look at me. I'm happy being where I am. It's taken a lot of work to get my pack to respect me, so I'm not walking away from them. That and my pups are settled; I don't wish to uproot them and disturb their lives." "What about Kai?"

"Your brother isn't ready to come back. Losing his mate has effectively ruined him for the time being. He needs time to heal, and once he has, this pack will be waiting for him." Roman squeezed my hand as his father finished talking. "There is one condition, though." As Angel stood from her chair, a small smile on her face, we waited for her to tell us. "I know I will not be around for much longer, and I wish to spend the time I have left with my family. Get married and take your beautiful mate as your Queen. I wish to see at least one happy ever after before I'm called from this world."