When I turned seventeen, I went to see the local witch and she told me what my future held in store. It would be full of love, pain and anguish. Something I really didn't need.
She told me about my mate. That the time we had together wouldn't be all glitter and rainbows, yet the love would consume me entirely.

The downfall? 

He would be the death of me. I mean could a girl not catch a break?

He would be everything you would, but wouldn't want in a man. So now I'm running for both my freedom and my life. From a man I hope never to cross paths with. Now I'm weary of any man that touches me, preying to the goddess that cursed me that I don't feel those sparks.

His name no-one knows, but they call him The Almighty Alpha.

Fated To Roman: The Almighty Alpha

Cleo’s POV

The explosion in the pack house was like a beacon calling my name. The anger, the fear, and the smell of death excited me. With each death came a vibrant soul, so I knew the world I ruled would flourish with the new arrivals. It was one of the awful yet understood needs of hell.
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