Fated To Roman: The Almighty Alpha

Cleo’s POV“Hello dear, you must be Cleo. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Agatha.” I must have stood there looking like a right dimwit. She just caught me off guard. I mean I always envisioned witches to be old and to have big pointy noses, maybe even a wart or two. In other words, I had completely envisioned Nanny McPhee. But here she was standing in front of me looking like a super model. She couldn’t have been any older than her early twenties. Her hair jet black only she had amethyst eyes. Agatha’s eyes were what made her differ from other witches. Amethyst belonged to witches that could see into the future, where your ‘normal’ witch had green cat’s eyes.“Erm hi… how do you”“How do I know who you are?” I just nodded in response as I stood there totally stunned, though I don’t know why it shocked me. Let’s face it, there could have been a number of ways for her to know who I was “I’ve been expecting you. Here come take a seat we have much to discuss” the feeling of dread formed in my

Cleo’s POVWe had spent the last six months searching for a coven of witches that would be able to tell me why my blood had been spelled. Something I learned from my wolf Freya. She came to me as the full mood hit its apex. I’d never experienced pain quite like it. I’d broken bones and injured myself countless of times, but never did the pain feel like it had when I shifted. The feeling of my bones snapping and rearranging was excruciating. Though once it was over a sense of pride flowed over me. Freya was bigger than the standard wolf and she was also a rusty colour with a white crescent moon between the eyes. I’d asked her what it meant and all she could tell me was that we were special. That our true parents had ‘special blood’, blood that ran through my veins. See after mine and my sisters chat, we went to see our Alpha before leaving our pack and saying goodbye forever. Let’s just say he was an arrogant ass. I mean yeh sure we were able to get hold of the adoption paperwork, but

Romans POV Six months. That’s how long it’s been since I left Agatha’s shop, and still I haven’t found my mate. I knew her name and what she looked like so it shouldn’t have been this hard. I’d sent word to my contacts at my family’s security firm with Cleo’s details and even they came up empty handed. How the fuck could one seventeen-year-old girl avoid being seen for this long. I mean teenagers these days are attached to social media so there should have been a trail to follow but she had zero accounts. I was about to move on to the next town over when my phone started ringing my mums number showing on the screen. Hitting reject I stuck it back in my pocket. I already knew what she wanted and had already agreed to attend even though I didn’t want to. My brother found his mate two weeks ago and they were having her Luna ceremony this weekend. Don’t get me wrong I’m happy for Kai, but the last thing I wanted to do was sit and play happy families when my illusive mate was in the wind.

Daphne’s POVEverything happened so quickly from that day. Had Cleo just done as I asked her and left me, everything would have been ok. She never would have found him, and I never would have ended things the way I did. That place had done nothing but tear us apart. We had spent our entire lives together, always having each other’s back. The day she found out who she really was happened to be the same day he found out she existed. He became the reason everything happened the way it did.Present day…Never in my life had I seen a white wolf. Sure I had heard of them, everyone had. But they were incredibly rare. The ground shook beneath my feet as I tried to stand causing me to lose balance and topple back over. Having heard the heavy pounding of paws as more wolves approached, I knew we were in trouble. That was until they came into view. They didn’t smell like rogues which bought an all new kind of trouble our way. There was no doubt we had made the mistake of stumbling onto pack terr

Cleo’s POV “Heat?” I must have sounded stupid. I knew exactly what would happen once marked, yet that was all I could say. “Yes Cleo” Roman chuckled as if it had been the funniest thing he had heard, only confirming I did indeed sound stupid. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just I hadn’t thought about it that way. Look, your right I don’t know you and I’m not sure I really want to. All I know is what Agatha told me and to be quite frank, what she did say wasn’t exactly a great selling point. I’m sorry… Raymond, is it?” “Roman” I had to fight the urge to laugh as he growled at me for calling him the wrong name. “Well, ‘Roman’ I don’t want a mate. I had all these plans for when I was old enough to leave. I want to travel the world, to embrace new cultures, try new food. Not be mated to a bloody wolf that wants to fuck until I produce them a pup. A mate that ends up causing my fucking death after what I’m sure would be an epic love. Thanks but no thanks. I don’t even know who I am