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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

"WELCOME TO HERAH!"

Zenna's gaze flickered toward the large wooden board at the entrance as she peered through the carriage window. Excitement bubbled within her as they passed through the bustling main market.

The evening streets were alive with vibrant chatter, the scent of freshly baked bread mingling with that of exotic spices.

She observed the people, men and women alike, dressed in comfortable, modest clothing, moving through the lively marketplace.

Her brows furrowed slightly. All this time, she had believed that women were meant to wear gowns—nothing else. It was what she had been taught, what she had always known. But here… her illusion shattered in an instant.

"Radulf, the women here don't wear gowns," Zenna remarked, turning to him in curiosity. "You never told me that."

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