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“I won't divorce you, Zenna. Until your last breath, you will live with me in this nameless marriage,” Radulf declared.

Zenna 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.

Zenna 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 Zenna'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,” Zenna 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, “Zenna, my mate, allow me to mark you.”

**The Story is a pure fiction. Names and places have nothing to do with anyone in real life.**

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Special thanks to my editor for refining the synopsis.

The Alpha's Forsaken Feisty Mate

After a long wait, it was finally Zenna and Radulf's turn. Pushing aside the curtain, they stepped into the dimly lit space, where a woman sat gracefully behind a wooden table.

Her fingers, adorned with rings of various gemstones, lightly traced the surface of a crystal ball that rested at the center.

Zenna and Radulf took their seats across from her.

The woman's piercing gaze shifted toward Radulf. "It seems you don't believe in this," she observed in a calming tone.

Zenna's eyes widened in awe. "How did she know?" But Radulf remained unfazed.

"You're right. I don't," he admitted without hesitation. Then, tilting his head slightly, he asked, "Are you a witch? I'm surprised witches are allowed in the capital." His words were blunt, carrying sharpness.

The woman didn't flinch. Instead, a faint smile played at her lips. "I am not a witch. I am a fortune teller."

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