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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

Zenna groaned in pain as she shifted on the bed, every muscle in her body aching. A low whimper escaped her lips as she slowly opened her eyes, her vision adjusting to the dimly lit room.

She inhaled sharply and forced herself to sit up. The soft fabric of a robe brushed against her skin, and her fingers instinctively clutched at it. She hadn't been wearing this last night. Radulf must have put it on her.

As Zenna's eyes wandered around the room in search of Radulf, the door swung open, and he stepped inside.

"You're glowing," he remarked the first thing in the morning, focusing his gaze on her face.

Zenna blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "Huh?" she mumbled before shaking her head. "When did I fall asleep?"

Radulf's lips curled into a smirk as he moved closer, settling onto the mattress in front of her. "I'd say sometime after the fifth round," he replied casually.

Fake promises