Cleo’s POVHaving reached the church, we were met with a welcoming committee. The rogues from before stood united in the street, ready to fight when called upon. Yet the bitch whose life I wanted to claim for myself stood right beside Alpha Sara.Lucille was not going to be making it out of this alive. I had long ago planned to rip her to such tiny shreds that nobody could ever resurrect her again. This I had decided when Roman told me of their kiss. Sure, I should hate him for it, but Lucille had used his weakness to her advantage. She had used his love for me, and I would show that bitch exactly how bad an idea that was.We knew we needed to get into the church; to do that, we knew we would have to fight our way in. There were at least twenty of them and only two of us. They had the numbers, but we had each other, and together we were strong.As Roman took my hand in his own, our eyes locked in understanding. No matter what happened, one of us had to survive. One of us had to get to
Roman’s POVI didn’t know how Kai and my father came to be here, and I didn’t care. I was just glad they were. Cleo and I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but neither of us expected an army of rogues to this magnitude.As I broke the neck of the last rogue, I turned to see my father incinerate each lifeless body. The last thing we needed on top of this was for the humans to discover them. We knew our worlds colliding one day would eventually happen, but not today.“Am I glad to see you!” I smiled faintly as I patted my father on the shoulder, though his face contorted with worry as he scanned the street.“Where did your brother go?”“With Cleo, come on.” As we caught up to Kai and Cleo, my father quickly placed his arm in front of me, preventing me from moving forward.“You might want to wait here.” Confused with his words, I watched as he stood beside Cleo, placing his hand on her shoulder.The moment he touched her, I felt them connect. He was forcing his element into Cleo, giving her the
Roman’s POVAs Kaylee’s control over us ended, I scurried across the floor to Cleo, whose breathing had become shallow. Freya wasn’t healing her, which worried me. What had Daphne’s wolf done to subdue her?Hearing the clang of metal hit the ground, my eyes shot up, finding Hades who was trying to stand. Looking at the knife wedged firmly in his back; I knew it was Cleo’s doing. She had to have thrown it just in time, but at the cost of her own life.“Roman…” hearing Lucille’s voice, I turned only to find her looking at her hands as she began turning to dust; piece by piece, she disintegrated. With Hades dying, so was his magic, and Lucille’s second chance at life was a product of that.I didn’t feel an ounce of guilt as I turned my back to her; after all, she’d bought all of this upon herself. Placing an arm under Cleo’s legs and another under her head, I picked her up and carried her to the alter where our pup lay. I knew she would have wanted to say goodbye to Daphne, but I hoped s
Cleo’s POV“Wake her up!”“No, it’s too dangerous.”“Don’t give me that crap. She’s his mate, she deserves to have a chance to stop this.”“You think I’m doing this out of spite, but I assure you, Layla, I’m not. Just one spike in her heart rate, and she combusts. What on earth do you think will happen when she finds out about Roman?”“So, what, dear father, do you plan to do? Keep her asleep for the rest of her life?”“Don’t be absurd. She will wake once the procedure is complete, and the council no longer deems her a threat.”“This is fucked up, and you know it. It goes against everything you ever taught us. Whatever happened to free will and ‘our body our choice’? It’s her heritage! I get we can’t defy them ourselves, but I’m afraid this isn’t right. She can stop them, and they know it. Why else do you think they wanted this done in the first place? They fear her and what she can stand for. You said it yourself, and so did mum. Roman was feared because he was destined to bring peac
Cleo’s POVEverything seemed so surreal, had the pain in my heart not been there, I would have thought this all to be a nightmare. The only thing I knew for sure, was that the council wouldn’t stop, not until they got what they wanted. Whether or not I’d survive the removal of hellfire was of no matter to them. Hell, they’d probably kill me anyway all because of who I am, and the power my pup may possess. All I knew was I had to stop them, and this time I’d be going solo.Too many people had their own agenda, even if it were to save a loved one. I, however, wanted everyone but the council to get their happy ending.I wanted Axel and Hector to live the remainder of their lives in peace knowing Athena was in a better place, one where she felt loved and accepted. The scars that once plagued her no longer held her back. I wanted Layla and Lewis to watch their pups grow up and begin families of their own. In an ideal world, Kai would find it within him to forgive himself and be blessed wit
Cleo’s POV“Ater ignus, fusce fume. Te evoco ut potentium tuam monstres. Cupidibus flammis hic veni. Caelo sub isto, harc arborem consumo. Lucem tenebrasque tuas monstra. Impetuum tuum evoco ad devorandum. Hanc arborem ac omnes hospitas devora. The rightful heir must now give her sacrifice.” Nausea rolled over me as Amun recited the words from his leather book. No matter how many times I told myself this was the right thing to do, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.Getting to my knees I held my head high awaiting the part I dreaded the most. I had never wanted to admit my heritage, but as the old saying goes ‘your past will catch up to you eventually’ and mine had.“Do you young Cleo, daughter and only living heir of our King Hades, accept the duties that accompany your new role? Do you promise to uphold the barrier between worlds, preventing souls from leaving? Will you sacrifice your pure soul to set your reign claiming the throne and all its glory?” It was no
Cleo’s POV Incinerating the flesh from the council members and the guard until they were nothing more than a pile of ash did nothing to stir feelings within me. Though when Roman told me he loved me, I felt a stir. A stir that I couldn’t let happen, not yet, and perhaps not at all.The power I possessed, the fear I spread whenever I used it, had excitement bubbling inside me. I wanted it all; I wanted access to every aspect the darkness had to offer. It was as if a part of me had been asleep for far too long and had now awoken, ready to have its turn.Taking Roman’s hand, I felt the flames come forward without a word leaving my lips. As time passed, it was as if they knew when I would want them and began acting independently. The blue flames surrounded us, their painless heat warming my now constantly cold body before dying out, revealing a new location.‘A Queen could get used to such a mode of transportation.’ Freya was impressed with how easily the use of hellfire had become. Usin
Roman’s POVI knew without a doubt that Cleo would rather lose herself forever than for our daughter to one day walk this road. A parent’s sole goal is to ensure their children grow up safe. The problem was that Cleo had been looking at it all wrong. Each of us was born with the blood of a god or goddess. However, our pup came from both. The dark and the light are equal parts living in harmony within her tiny body. She was born to rule the underworld, her entire persona more than strong enough to sustain from giving in to a single part of herself. By accepting her role as Queen when she came of age, there was no risk of her losing herself.I didn’t want to believe the things she could one day be capable of, but now I do. I believe she will be capable of as much good just as she will be capable of causing irreparable destruction, but we had time to ensure she chose correctly. She would need Cleo and me to teach her the difference between wrong and right while freely embracing who she w
Cleo’s POVAs Angel took her place on the front row of seats, Axel stood with Roman and me. This would be his first act as the leader of the newly formed council, but to look at his face, you wouldn’t think it. He looked more confident than I had ever seen him. If Athena were looking down, she would be proud of her mate for serving her justice and rebuilding after so much loss.The regular couple would now enjoy their reception, eat, dance and be merry, but we had one more ceremony to complete before we could enjoy the remainder of the evening. I was scared shitless, but I knew I could do it with Roman at my side.“Evening, everyone. As you are all aware, tonight is special for multiple reasons. Not only has my son married his beautiful mate, but he will also take his place as our new reigning King. A role of such power is earned, not just born into. Roman and Cleo have shown us time and time again that they are more than equipped to handle anything that’s thrown their way. This new l
Roman’s POVTonight everything would change. Not only would we become husband and wife, but we would gain the titles of King and Queen.I wasn’t normally a nervous man, but today, I was. Today my heart beat wildly in my chest as I counted down the hours until it finally was time. Standing alone under the wooden archway, I fiddled with my fingers, my palms becoming sweaty. There was no doubt whatsoever in my mind I wanted this, so why was I nervous?I had hoped Kai would be back by now, I’d wished to have him stand at my side as my best man, but I understood his situation. He had lost his other half, his reason for living, and had that been Cleo, I knew I wouldn’t survive.Watching out over all the faces in the crowd, I tried my best to remain calm. Balthazar spoke words of encouragement in my mind, but it wasn’t helping. Taking a deep breath, I looked up to the moon and prayed that, for once, Cleo would be on time. I didn’t mind waiting on the woman any other time, but not tonight. If
Chapter SeventyCleo’s POVMy 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 find 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 tr
Chapter Sixty-NineCleo’s POVAngel wanted to help organise the wedding, and I begrudgingly agreed. Though now, as the day approaches, I wish I hadn’t. I had never been the type of girl that was bothered by diamonds or gold. I liked what I liked, and that was it. A lavish white wedding had never been in my dreams. I wanted the wedding, yes, but I wanted the marriage more. I wanted a husband who loved me unconditionally and a family we would share.As the seamstress continued with her alterations, I neared wit’s end. The dress wasn’t me. I didn’t like how it sat and was not too fond of the strapless design.“Miss, will you please stand still? With you fidgeting, it’s impossible to get the hemline right.”Oh, and I didn’t like the seamstress. She was rude and snobby, and I didn’t want her.“Ouch!” feeling the point of the pinprick on my skin was the final straw.“Well, perhaps if you did as I asked…” growling, I heated her stupid needle and pins, smirking when they burnt her and caused
Chapter Sixty-EightRoman’s POVI 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
Chapter Sixty-SevenCleo’s POVHaving explained Jake’s situation as best as I could, I asked a nurse to help me get Roman into a wheelchair. His grandfather was currently in the ICU on life support, and there was no way Roman was well enough to walk.As we exited the lift, we were met with faces that lined the corridor leading to Jake’s room. Holding my head high, I pushed my mate down the corridor where his fathers met us. Kissing Roman on the cheek, I turned to walk away, leaving his fathers to take him inside.“Cleo, where are you going?” Hearing Axle’s voice, I stopped and turned to face him.“I’m going to get some air while you spend time as a family. It’s all right; you need it.”“Your right, we do, but you’re also a part of this family, Cleo. None of us would be here right now if it weren’t for you. Angel wouldn’t be able to say goodbye to her mate if it wasn’t for you.” Holding his hand out for me to take, I hesitated for a second before accepting.As I took his hand, he yanke
Cleo’s POVYesterday 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
Roman’s POVI 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
Cleo’s POVI wasn’t going to let him die, not for me. I didn’t deserve it, and I didn’t deserve him. His pack needed him to survive. After overhearing what Roman and his family intended to do, I knew I had to get there first. This all began because of me, and it would end with me. I’d be damned if anyone else would lose their lives because of me.Closing my eyes, I pictured the Wolf Embassy. The building had recently been refurbished due to a fire a few years ago, and I remembered seeing it on the billboard back in the orphanage. It was shaped like a large townhouse, at least four floors high. The wooden fronts were replaced with blacked-out glass panels from the bottom to the third floor. The fourth floor was brick and held only a couple of windows.Any passerby wouldn’t think anything of it, but in my mind, that would be where they met and held their most secretive meetings. It offered the most coverage and was high enough that they had more chance to get away if something happened