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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

This was Aster's first time stepping into Gregor's bedroom, and as expected, it carried his distinct scent—rich and unmistakably his. The atmosphere was calming, with an air of quiet elegance. The centerpiece of the room was a grand four-poster bed draped in pristine white sheets, its delicate curtains swaying ever so slightly.

"Take a seat," Gregor said, making his way toward the cupboard. As he opened it, he retrieved a small velvety box.

While he was occupied, Aster's gaze wandered to the large paintings adorning the walls. Each piece was intricate and full of life, capturing her curiosity.

"Did you paint these, or were they commissioned?" she asked, intrigued.

"I made them," Gregor replied, closing the cupboard before walking back toward her.

Aster's eyes widened slightly in admiration. "Oh. You're talented," she remarked, genuinely impressed.

Letting the kiss speak