The most horrible thing for a werewolf is your mate rejecting you when you recognize each other. But I'd say it's nothing big to me, as I first met my mate at the prison wall after I broke out. And I was imprisoned for accidentally killing my mate's brother. Sorry, how can I know that my mate is Alpha Omar? The most powerful but also most fragile Alpha in the land. I assume when you meet your mate, you shall say, "Hi! Nice to meet you." even if you want to reject him or her, you show some manners. However, I said, "Set me free, or I will kill you." with my knife against his throat. I escaped, but destiny didn't allow us to separate. I was investigating my parents' death at that time, and the most critical clue pointed to Alpha Omar, my mate. I came to him and begged to stay beside him, pretending to be a desperate female rogue. I didn't expect romance would spark between us. I didn't expect my parents' death was really related to him. I didn't expect I would once again try to kill him when we fell in love with each other. "You're driving me crazy!" Omar shouted, gripping my wrist. I cupped his face, kissing and biting his lips, "Sorry..." I mumbled on his lips, with my hand secretly holding a knife and quickly stabbing it into his chest. I jumped off the cliff before he could react. Like a curse between us. --Five years later-- "There is a name no one dares to mutter or use. It belongs to the mate of the legendary Alpha King, the 'God of Evil.' He combines the werewolf and witch land for the first time in centuries." The storyteller said on the stage. "What's that name?" I smiled. "Zopia." "Oh, that's the same as mine." I giggled. He's surprised, "Change your name then." And he coughed, "Today, our story is about Omar Harris and Zopia Anderson. The most mysterious loving story of our Alpha King..." My name is Zopia Anderson, a rogue. This is my story.