Fated To Roman: The Almighty Alpha
Sixty-One

Cleo's POV

The explosion in the pack house was like a beacon calling my name. The anger, the fear, and the smell of death excited me. With each death came a vibrant soul, so I knew the world I ruled would flourish with the new arrivals. It was one of the awful yet understood needs of hell.

Standing in the center of the courtyard, I watched Moonlight Pack members flee from their homes with their families. Roman had once mentioned tunnels hidden under the older homes, making me wonder if that was where they hoped to make their escapes. Things were in complete and utter chaos, and again the men in charge were to blame.

Before I could step, a loud yet deep voice called my name, catching my attention. Elder Johnathan stood there, his fists balled at his side with a long metal blade strapped to his waist. His face was stern and void of emotion, something that didn't change as his lips curled up in a snarl. Though no matter how intimidating he tried to be, I could smell his fear radiating through the air. He had every right to fear me; after all, he was the one that signed my death warrant. "If you've come here with the delusion, you can stop; me, you'd be mistaken." I watched, amused, as he huffed, taking a step forward.

"I never said I was alone, did I." The moment he finished talking, a small pocketknife flew directly toward me. Had my reflexes been slow, it would have hit me; however, I caught it by the tip at arm's length.

"If that's how you would like to play it." Smiling, I threw the pocket knife into the air, caught it, spun around, and threw it back at the wannabe assassin who failed their task. When it hit him, it combusted into the same fire that kept the souls confined within the borders of hell.

Enraged, the elder growled, running to clash with me. Elder Johnathan was quick for his age, but it wouldn't save him. Sure, he got in a jab here and there, but that was because I was toying with him. I knew he was in contact with the rest of the council, and by letting Johnathan think he was getting the drop on me, the others would soon be here. They would be ready to see me take my last breath, and at their hands, no doubt, but little did they know they would be walking into a trap.

As a handful of elders appeared, I was on my knees, Jonathan's hand around my neck. For good measure, I even panted and winced as I took each breath.

'Let the show begin.' Freya wagged her tail as she walked in circles in my mind.

"CLEO BARTON, FOR THE DEATHS OF TWO OF OUR OWN, YOU ARE TO BE SENTENCED TO DEATH." Seeing the seriousness in his cold narrowing eyes, I couldn't help but burst into laughter; only the more I laughed, the harder Johnathan squeezed.

"Is something funny?" Sighing at their sheer idiocy, I placed my hands on Johnathan's, prizing them off my neck hard enough that his fingers snapped. I snapped his wrist before snapping his neck as he fell to his knees.

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Seeing how I got myself out of his grip easily, the men stepped backward. Not that it did them much good. A wall of fire had grown behind them, preventing them from running and leaving them no choice but to turn and face me once again. To face the monster, they themselves had forced me to become to protect myself and my pup.

"It was a trap!" Smiling as the penny finally dropped, I clapped my hands as I rose from my knees.

"You lot aren't the brightest bulbs in the box, are you? Never mind, after all, you won't need you,r mind where you're going."

Suddenly a loud and feral growl came from the fire as Balthazar walked through entirely unscathed. The elders looked to relax slightly, seeing him thinking he would stop me and save them even after they waged an attack on his pack. As Roman shifted back into his human form, I bit my bottom lip as my eyes roamed over his naked body. Cuts and dried blood covered him, so I knew he'd fought his way here. "Roman, thank the goddess! Use your mate bond and control her!" Who the fuck did this guy think he was? Did he honestly believe that I would allow anyone to control me?

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Roman stepped towards him, and within seconds his head no longer sat on his shoulders. Seeing him standing there in all his glory while depriving another of life was mesmerizing. A sight I knew would be forever imprinted into my memories. "She's controlling him. He's been compromised. We must take them both down!" As the men shifted, their torn clothes fell to the ground. Their wolves were bigger than I thought they'd be, but they were still no match for Freya or Balthazar. As the first of the Elders stepped forward, Roman obliged him by shifting back into his own magnificent beast. The wolves began to circle Balthazar as if he was no more than their prey. I had hoped he would have tortured them and dragged it out a little, but no. Instead, he ended the Elder's pitiful life quickly, offering each of them a pain-free death.

Freya wanting a turn, took control and shifted. As another Elder jumped on her back, she backed herself into a wall, causing the Elder's wolf to fall before he could do any damage. Picking him up from the ground with her large hands, she forced his jaw open until a sickening crack came from it. Looking at the mangled wolf, I knew he remained alive; Freya wanted him to die slowly and painfully; this way, he would bleed out and do just that.

With each elder we killed, another wolf would appear. The only difference was that this time they sent their guard. They were stronger and fiercer than the standard warrior, but that just meant their deaths would be all the more satisfying. After all, I took it as a compliment for the Elders to send someone else to do their dirty work. In my eyes, it meant they were scared and wanted me worn down first.

Spinning around at the sound of a whimper was a large bulky man holding Layla by the hair. Balthazar charged toward him without a second thought, and together they fell to the ground in a brawl. As large as the man may have been, he was no worthy opponent. Balthazar was bigger in every way.