Fated To Roman: The Almighty Alpha
Seventy

Chapter Seventy Cleo's POV

My eyes fluttered open as the sunlight beamed into the room through the open blinds. Rolling over, I found the bed empty. Roman's side had been made and was stone cold. Worrying I'd overslept, I checked the time on my phone only to replace a message from the missing man himself.

'I didn't want to wake you, but I have a few things I need to take care of today. I'll be back in time for tea, have a good day, and remember I love you.'

Smiling to myself, I placed the phone back down. As I went to swing my legs over, a light knock came from the door.

"Can I come in?" Angel's voice came from the door's other side, causing my stomach to form in knots. I knew I'd have to face her today, but I'd at least hoped to have some coffee in my system first. "Of course. Is there something wrong?"

"Actually, there is, the wedding...." I couldn't decipher the look she was giving me, which worried me.

"Roman told you, didn't he? I'm sorry if I sound like an ungrateful bitch." And I truly was. The last thing I wanted was to upset Angel, especially with everything she was already going through.

"Let me stop you there. The problem with the wedding is that it isn't yours."

"What do you mean?" Not having any caffeine in my system was not helping.

"Excitedly, I took over and should've first asked you what you wanted. Instead, I planned everything to what I liked, and for that, I'm sorry."

"It's ok, honestly; I just want to be married to your grandson. The how isn't important."

"No, Cleo, it's not ok. I thought that as your mother wasn't here to help, and I never got the chance to help plan for my daughters, I could I help you." Sitting at the edge of my bed, she placed her hands in her lap and fiddled with her wedding ring. "Vanessa wasn't married for obvious reasons, and Athena, Axel and Hector never wanted to tie the knot. They thought being happily mated was enough for them. Like the old saying, I suppose, if it's not broken, why change it." I could see the sadness in her eyes as she spoke of missed opportunities. Moments every mother wished to share with their daughter. The same moment I one day hoped to share with Scarlett.

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"Every damn day. I know Vanessa did wrong, and I wish her father and I had been more strict with her whilst she was growing up. But I couldn't bring myself to. I know it's selfish, but I feared losing her. Although I lost her anyway and Athena, looking back, I know there was more I should have done. Jake and I should have forced her to remain in the hospital until she was better. Letting her come home and knowing she wasn't taking her depression medication was one of the worst mistakes of my life. It's one I'll carry to my grave. It's a bit of a butterfly effect, really. We wouldn't have Layla if things had been different with my daughters growing up. And even though she was bought into the world because of jealousy, I love her and wouldn't wish to be without her. She may not have been Athena's biological pup, but she is a credit to her. Had I a sister that had a pup with my mate, I don't think I'd have the strength to raise it. Oh, listen to me going on." Taking a tissue from her pocket, she wiped her eyes as stray tears began to fall. "Now, on to the wedding. Where is your dress?" Pointing to the shredded fabric pile, we both burst out laughing.

My talk with Angel had gone better than I had expected it to. And even though I would kill Roman for interfering, I'm glad he had. After all, I'm not sure I would have worked up the courage to speak my mind anyway and knowing me, I would have regretted it later on.

Roman's POV

I knew Cleo would have left my grandmother to her decisions, so I spoke with her myself. When she realised that she hadn't asked Cleo what she wanted, the look of horror on her face was one for the album. Though the mistake was one of pure innocence, she was distraught.

I'd snuck out early, knowing my grandmother was an early riser, and together we began to plan the wedding Cleo had described. She wanted a field; I knew the perfect place. I had a butcher in mind for a bbq, and as for the music, I'd have a local country band play.

My sister had contacted her carpenter, and he managed to build the perfect archway. A wolf howling to the moon was carved in the sides, and the top was criss-cross. She wanted to be married under the moonlight, which was exactly what she would get.

While I was busy setting the details, I asked Layla and my grandmother to take Cleo and get her the dress she wanted to wear. I loved her for who she was, and that wasn't an almighty dolled-up, puffy dress wearing Cleo. Though if that's what she chose, then fine. I'd love her either way, but I knew she would likely choose something sleek and classy.

With only one day to go, the pressure was on. Though luckily for me, I worked well under pressure. I just hoped that when I saw the look on Cleo's face tomorrow, she would be happy. I myself would get married in jeans and a shirt at the edge of a cliff, just as long as Cleo was happy and with me.

"Where do you want this?" Looking at my fathers, who were lumbering around another bbq, I pointed to the designated area.

"Have you spoken to the florist?"

"Layla's dealing with the flowers. Not to be sexist, but that's a woman's thing." My fathers laughed, and I even heard a snort come from the carpenter.

"And the priest?" That I had already dealt with.

"Done." Giving my blunt answer, I got into my car, leaving my fathers to finish setting up. I had a suit fitting to get to and wouldn't be late.