Chapter one

The orphanage was dreary, filled with the echoes of children's laughter and the occasional cry of despair. Xienma, now 17, had grown accustomed to the monotony of her days. She spent most of her time in the library, poring over ancient texts and forgotten lore, trying to piece together the fragments of her past. The orphanage was her sanctuary, but it was also a prison where she felt trapped and alone.

Her best friend, Cassie, was the only one who understood her. Cassie had been by her side since they were little, and she knew the secrets that Xienma kept hidden. Cassie was the only one who knew about Ana, Xienma's wolf spirit. Ana was a large black wolf who lived inside Xienma, a secret that could get them both killed if anyone found out.

One day, as Xienma was walking back from the library, she felt a strange sensation. It was as if someone was watching her. She turned around, scanning the shadows, but saw nothing. Ana growled softly in her mind, a warning that something was amiss. Xienma quickened her pace, her heart pounding in her chest.

As she rounded a corner, she saw him. Xavier, the Rogue King's son, stood there, his eyes locked onto hers. He was tall and lean, with a face that was both handsome and cruel. His eyes were a piercing blue, and they seemed to see right through her. Xienma felt a strange pull towards him, a connection she couldn't explain.

"Xavier," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She knew who he was, but she had never seen him before. He was the son of Drax, the Rogue King, the man who had killed her parents and her pack.

Xavier stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "Xienma," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I've been looking for you."

Xienma's heart raced. She knew she should run, but her feet felt rooted to the ground. Ana growled again, urging her to flee, but Xienma couldn't move. She was drawn to Xavier despite the danger he represented.

"Why?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Why are you looking for me?"

Xavier's lips curved into a smirk. "Because, Xienma, you are my fated mate. And I will not let you go."

Xienma's world spun. She had heard of fated mates but never thought it would happen to her. She was an omega, a lower wolf, and Xavier was the son of the Rogue King. It was unthinkable.

"Xavier, I can't be your mate," she said, her voice firm. "I am nothing. I am an orphan with a lower omega. I am not worthy of you."

Xavier's smirk faded, replaced by a look of determination. "You are worthy, Xienma. You are more than worthy. You are the most powerful she-wolf of your kind. And I will prove it to you."

Xienma's heart ached. She wanted to believe him, but she knew the truth. She was a lower omega and would never be worthy of Xavier. But she also knew that she couldn't reject her fated mate. It would be a betrayal of the bond and her own nature.

As Xavier reached out to touch her, Xienma felt a surge of power. Ana growled, and Xienma felt her wolf spirit surge to the surface. She knew she had to make a choice that would change her life forever. She had to decide whether to fight for her destiny or to reject her fated mate. Xavier stared at her, expecting her to reject him. How could she love a monster?