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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

The Moon Sighting

"Gregor!" Zenna exclaimed in delight, her eyes lighting up as she spotted him near the fountain, watching the passing festival band.

Radulf, standing beside her, tensed slightly, his jaw tightening. He hadn't expected to run into Gregor tonight.

Gregor turned at the sound of her voice, a broad smile spreading across his face as he walked toward them. "Zenna! You look absolutely stunning," he said warmly. Then, leaning in with a playful glint in his eyes, he whispered, "Did Radulf pick this outfit for you?"

Zenna beamed. "Yes! We coordinated our outfits today," she said with a pleasing smile. Then, tilting her head slightly, she added with genuine admiration, "You always carry yourself with such poise and elegance, Gregor. You look as handsome as ever."

Radulf shot her a pointed look, his lips twitching in amusement. 'She never complimented me like this,' he thought.

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