Why was I treated differently by Xavier?
Why was I the one who tamed the fiercest beast of the rogue den—the future Rogue King?
Maybe it was because I was ruthless. Even to myself.
I had vowed to survive, no matter the cost.
The old Rogue King had over a dozen sons. But Xavier… he was different.
Born of an Omega, he carried half Omega blood—an eternal stain on the royal lineage of the rogue den.
His mother, though an Omega, was the famed beauty of the Mississippi River, once deeply favored by the old Rogue King. But she never smiled. The Rogue King was not her fated mate. She withered away in grief.
When she died, the Rogue King locked himself in his chambers for three days, only to emerge with a decree: her body was to be burned to ashes, her title as Rogue Queen stripped, her very
