Fated To Roman: The Almighty Alpha
Sixty-Five

Roman's POV

I thought I was getting through to Cleo until she pushed me backwards and took off. I went to run after her but was held back by my fathers.

"Let her go, son; she's not ready."

"She's on a mission just as we are. Let her do what she needs to, and then we will help you get her back. Whatever it takes." Nodding at my father's, we took the second set of stairs. As much as I hated to admit it, they were right. Cleo had gone to the next floor, so it made sense for us to go up again. Whether she liked it or not, we would clear this place together. Level three was where the armoury was kept. Weapons collected over the centuries from all different species are locked away. From fairy dust, rogue's poison, and enchanted blades to a witch's grimoire. Anything they could get their hands on and use would be inside that vault. We just needed to get it open.

As proof of how untouchable the council thought they had become, they hadn't bothered to disguise the front of the vault. The metal door went from floor to ceiling and wall to wall. This thing was impenetrable if you didn't know the six-digit code to open it. There were thousands of possibilities, but we only had three attempts before the inside would self-destruct.

"Try the date the council were created." Inputting the numbers, it beeped invalid code.

"Ok, they won't have just put any six numbers. They would be something of meaning."

"There are hundreds of dates they could use." After a moment of thought, my father spoke again. "Try fifteen, zero eight, zero nine. The date they took Athena."

I remembered that day like it was yesterday. I was only young and had been playing in the garden with Layla. A fancy car arrived, and Elder Christoff got out. I remember him looking at me with a cruel smile on his face before he entered the house. Minutes later, I could hear my mother screaming and my fathers shouting. She was dragged outside in front of everyone in silver cuffs. I remember Layla crying and begging them to let her go, but the evil man just shoved her away.

Inputting the numbers, the lock clicked before the wheel on the front began to turn.

"Sick bastards. Using the date, they think they got one over on us." Hector kicked the door in a temper, but who could blame him? That one day has haunted us ever since.

"Don't worry, Dad, we'll make them pay. Every last fucking one of them." Axel placed his hand on my shoulder and nodded before patting it and walking into the vault. No matter how many times my mother had told him it wasn't his fault, he believed otherwise. Had he been strong enough to say away from my mother's sister, my mother wouldn't have killed her.

The vault room was well organised, which in turn, made it easier for us. With the items catalogued, we would know exactly what was here and what we could use to give us an advantage.

"They have a fucking Ogre's axe! In all my years, I never knew Ogre's existed." My father was genuinely surprised by his discovery.

"It's how they got hold of it in the first place that worries me."

"A twelfth-century Arthurian myth."

"You mean to tell us that you knew they existed?" I watched as my grandfather took the Ogres axe from my father and began swinging it around in an impressive manoeuvre. Until now, he had remained quiet, which had piqued my interest. "When you get to be my age, you learn a thing or two."

"Nothing to do with you being mated and married to the Moon Goddess's granddaughter, then." I couldn't hold back the snort that left me, causing all eyes to fall on me.

"I'm sorry, I don't know where that came from." Regaining my composure, I diverted my eyes to a bookcase.

"Probably an allergic reaction to the bullshit your grandfather is spouting." Axel initially had an up-and-down relationship with my grandfather, which mainly stemmed from him sleeping with my mother's sister Vanessa. However, as the years passed and my father stepped up, they put their grievances behind them. Though it didn't mean they didn't have a pop at each other now and then. Like now, for example.

"When you're done measuring up, I suggest you come and take a look at this."

"No measuring needed; we all know who the real man is, don't we, Axel."

Shaking my head at my grandfather's immature comment, I walked over to where Hector stood with his nose in a book.

"Take a look." Following where his finger pointed, I read the description.

"Obsidian Blade. What is it?" I had never heard of it, though I hadn't heard of half the stuff in this room.

"A handcrafted sword made by Hephaestus himself."

"The Greek blacksmith? It can't be an ordinary sword if it's somewhere in here."

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"It says here that it cant be destroyed by the mortal hand. So that would mean only another God can destroy it."

"I don't think so, look. It depicts fire as its destroying element, but the words 'mortal hand' tells me only a particular fire can be used."

"Hellfire."

"That would be correct young man." Hearing the old, croaked voice, we all spun around and looked to the doorway. Standing there was the head of the council.

He was the oldest and longest-serving member by far. He was also the most ruthless. His name was Elder Norman, and he alone was responsible for the downfall of several wolf packs.

"Oh, Jake, what happened to you? Your family name and your bloodline used to mean something. It used to strike fear into the hearts of everyone that heard it. A pure, undemonic bloodline. I wouldn't be surprised if your father has spent the last twenty-odd years rolling around in his grave. You asked why we planned on dethroning you, but this is a prime example. Time and time again, you stick your neck out for those you call family when you should have held the law against them. Now you are no more than an accomplice and will regrettably suffer the same fate as them." The way he spoke bugged me. My grandfather had never put his obligations aside to get us out of the shit. Even when the elders attacked our pack, we didn't ask for help. We had always cleaned up our own messes. That's when it hit me. No, they weren't about to take us out and sit comfortably, knowing my grandfather could retaliate one day. They wanted him here, two birds, one stone.

"You knew I would come here." My grandfather had come to the same assumption that I had.

"Yes, we were counting on it, actually. The Obsidian Blade, nothing else quite like it, and with it now in our possession and you out of the way, we can finally rid the world of all things unholy. Beginning with that troublesome mate of yours." His eyes flickered to me for a split second before returning to my grandfather. "Jake, it's been a pleasure, and Roman, rot in hell!" As the doors to the vault closed, the lights dimmed, and an alarm rang out. Elder Norman had set the vault to self- destruct with us locked inside.

"I know you all have questions and know I'll answer them all, but only once we are out of here. This whole thing is set to blow in two minutes, so any ideas are welcome." The only problem was that we didn't have two minutes, threw the led- lined walls, I could hear the countdown begin, and when it hit zero, an explosion sounded.