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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 gathered her hair into a neat bun, securing it in place with a delicate hair clip. Excitement bubbled within her as she prepared to step out and explore the city.

"Black suits you," Radulf said, drawing her attention.

She turned, a bottle of perfume held loosely in her hand, and met his gaze. A teasing smile played on her lips. "Are you saying I look more beautiful in this?"

Radulf took a step closer, his presence commanding yet effortless. "Alluring is the word," he murmured.

Standing before her, he reached out, his fingers finding a stray curl that had escaped her bun. Slowly, he wrapped it around his finger before tucking it gently behind her ear.

His nose brushed against the delicate curve of her neck, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. The warmth of his breath ghosted over her skin as he leaned in slightly.

"Don't use perfume," he urged, his voice low and deliberate. "I prefer your natural scent."

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