Fated To Roman: The Almighty Alpha
Sixty-Six

Cleo's POV

Yesterday stood a building of authority and importance, and now, an ashen wreck. The carnage it caused, the devastation, it rattled even me. To witness first-hand what can happen when power, no matter the source gets out of control. Before now my mind had been like frisbee, back and forth with my decision on returning hellfire to where it belonged. But after today, my mind was set. I no longer wanted this. Twenty-Four hours before...

As the walls and floor began to shake, I missed my mark; my fireball hitting the window, sending the glass shattering. Another tremor, and my legs went from beneath me. "You're too late. You've doomed us and yourselves." Clinging to the furniture, I watched the elder try to escape safely.

I was in front of him in a heartbeat, my hand gripping his throat as I turned him to ash. As the smoke began to pool at my feet, I turned around coming face to face with the council's leader. He pulled a blade from his belt and swung for me without saying a word. As I ducked, it became embedded into the doorframe.

He would have been my next victim, but as a chunk of ceiling fell to the ground, I knew not to bother. He was too old to escape this place and would likely die as the building collapsed. That or smoke inhalation, either way, it would be a win for

me.

That was my mistake. I'd judged him like a reader judges a book by its cover. A raging pain shot through me as the blade entered my flesh, piercing my shoulder. Screaming I spun around and grabbed him by the throat, only when I looked into his eyes, I didn't see fear.

"You kill me, and you won't replace your mate." As he went to laugh, the smoke he'd inhaled made him cough so violently that he spluttered blood.

"WHERE IS HE!" My heart began to race as he smiled. He wasn't dead; I would have felt it.

"If he isn't dead already, he will be soon."

"TELL ME!"

"NO!" Extending a claw, he slit his own throat. Dropping him to the ground, I stepped back and watched as he slowly bled out. 'Freya, replace him!' Closing my eyes, I allowed Freya to submerge our subconscious into his. After a moment, she found him.

Grabbing the blade in my shoulder, I pulled it free. The feeling as my skin knitted itself back together almost tickled. Holding the black handle in my hand, I could feel nothing but sorrow emitting from it. I didn't know what it was, but I knew what I was going to do. Tightening my grip, I watched as it ignited, and the steel blade melted into nothing.

Having ensured nobody would ever be harmed by what I was now calling the blade of sorrow, I focused on my mate. Using our flames to take us to Roman, tears immediately fell from my eyes. He was in what looked to be the leftovers of a small room. There was a gaping hole in the ceiling where it had fallen to the ground. Blood decorated one of the walls, which had me running to it, praying I wasn't too late.

It was impossible to tell whom the blood belonged to because of the smoke surrounding us, and with the building falling apart, I didn't have time to wait for it to settle. Using our conjoined strengths, Freya and I put everything we had into lifting the debris and began digging through the rubble.

I had recovered three people and still no sign of Roman. Knowing the structure wouldn't hold much longer; I was running out of time when I heard a cough. With renewed hope, I shoved a filing cabinet aside, and there he was. My sexy, golden-headed mate. His face was covered in soot, and a deep slash covered his chest, the wound showing no signs of healing as the blood continued to trickle. His arm was undoubtedly broken as the thing had twisted to a funny angle with a shard of bone protruding from the skin on his forearm. Never before had blood made me queasy, but this time it hit me like a truck.

"Cleo..." he coughed before his breathing became shallow.

"Shh, don't talk. I'm going to get you out of here, ok. Just hold on, Roman, don't leave me ok." Tears flooded my face as his eyes fluttered shut and his head rolled to the side.

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Roman's POV

"WE CAN DO THIS; COME ON!" I shouted at my father as we attempted to keep the flames at bay.

"THE SMOKE IS BECOMING TOO MUCH; WE HAVE TO STOP!" He was right, but I had hope and refused to give up.

We had been trapped in the corner when the explosion went off, the flames roaring angrily. Axel and I could have walked through, but neither Hector nor my grandfather could. "JUST GO!"

"WHAT! NO, WE'RE NOT LEAVING YOU HERE."

"WE'VE LIVED OUR LIVES; YOURS IS JUST BEGINNING." My father shoved me, hoping I would do as he asked, but I wouldn't. I had lost one parent already this year; I wasn't about to lose another.

...

The sound of beeping grew closer as the seconds passed. Opening my eyes, everything was bright, and so I forced them back shut. As I flinched, a sharp pain radiated down my arm, causing me to reopen my eyes as I gritted my teeth.

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"Take it easy, Roman; you've got a lot of sedatives in your body and being heavily medicated." It took a minute for my vision to focus before I saw a young nurse standing at the edge of my bed. Beside her, a head of red hair was lying on the bed. Noticing my puzzled look, the nurse smiled. "She refused to leave until you woke up. Poor thing, I'm surprised she lasted this long before falling asleep."

"Ho... how long..."

"How long were you out?" Taking a deep breath, I slowly nodded my head. "A little over eighteen hours."

Watching the clock as the time passed, I lost track of how many times I'd fallen unconscious, to wake up and realise another hour had passed. Only this time, Cleo was sitting there watching me, her hand holding mine as she rubbed circles on the back. Her eyes were red and puffy, and she looked upset, but I didn't know why because I was a fighter, and this wouldn't be how I died.

"How do you feel?"

"Drowsy. What's wrong." She wiped away the stray tear that trickled down her cheek using her free hand. Her eyes had always been beautiful, but the greens became so much brighter when she cried.

"I was just worried about you, that's all."

"Cleo... tell me, please." Tilting her head up to the ceiling, she took a deep, shaky breath and looked at me. Her eyes again became watery as she tilted her head and scrunched her face. Whatever had happened was bad; that much was obvious no matter how medically drugged I was.

"I had hoped your father would be here to tell you, but... It's your grandfather; he... he may not make it." For a split second, I felt my heart stop beating. That man had always been my hero. No matter how bad things got at home, I knew he was there. Not once had he ever judged me, no matter how badly I fucked up.

"Wha... what happened? Where is he?"