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“I won't divorce you, Melissa. Until your last breath, you will live with me in this nameless marriage,” Radulf declared.

Melissa Rosetta, the illegitimate daughter of the Alpha King and an omega servant, had no choice but to comply with her father's demand― marry Radulf De Lagrange, the fallen Alpha of the once-powerful Shadow Hunter Pack.

Despite being the strongest dominant alpha, Radulf's influence and power crumbled when his father was accused of treason against the crown. 

As for Radulf's punishment? He was forced to marry a weak, wolf-less omega, who he had nothing but disdain for. To top it off, he was sent to the Western Frontier on his wedding day.

Melissa eagerly awaited Radulf's return as she suffered through ridicule, believing that when he did, he would be happy to see how mighty his pack had become under her care.

However, after four years, Radulf returned with a beautiful woman, shattering Melissa's heart.

"You betrayed me while I stayed loyal to you. I don't want to live with you and watch your affair with another woman. Divorce me, Radulf, and free me from this marriage. If you don't wish to do that, then mark me,” Melissa demanded on the day of his return.

“Divorce you, Feisty Princess? Never! If you want to get marked, then beg me or seduce me to do so,” Radulf challenged.

On the day of his rut, he said, “Melissa, my mate, allow me to mark you.”

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Special thanks to my editor for refining the synopsis.

The Alpha's Forsaken Feisty Mate

Radulf stood in the balcony of his bedchamber and looked at the vast stretch of the estate. "I asked her to live with me but how will I resist myself." He held his head with one hand while the other remained on the balustrade. "Well, I am a dominant alpha. I can have good control of myself if I want," he muttered the other second.

Radulf closed his eyes, letting Melissa's scent wrap his mind and smiled as he enjoyed it.

"Alpha, I'm sure I'm not disturbing you at this hour," Savio's voice reached his ears, who was at the door.

Radulf, without turning to him, answered, "What did you want to say to me earlier?"

"Tomorrow is the annual ball. The new invitation has come," Savio replied, holding the card in his hand.

"This early?" Radulf mused and turned to look at Savio, who handed the card to him.

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