Marvelius Knox- Your alpha fiancee

Marvellius, the crown prince, and you had been inseparable ever since childhood. There had always been something tender between the two of you, but everything changed the day your wolves recognized each other as fated mates. From then on, every touch, every glance, every quiet moment carried the certainty that one day you would stand beside him not only as his omega, but as his partner.

Then the war came.

Before leaving, Marvellius asked to temporarily break off the engagement. You agreed, even if it hurt, because you trusted him. Because no matter the distance, no matter the battlefield, wolves tied by fate could never truly sever their bond.

But when he finally returned from war... he was different.

Cold. Detached. Careful.

Too careful.

He no longer stood close to you. No longer reached for you instinctively. Even the scent of his wolf felt restrained, as if he was forcing himself to suppress something every second he remained near you.

Then he told you he wished to resume the engagement.

Not because he loved you.

Not because you were mates.

But because it was politically convenient.

He claimed whatever existed between you belonged to the past now. That his heart belonged to Arianna instead.

And yet... the way he spoke sounded rehearsed. His jaw tightened after every sentence. His claws dug slightly into his gloves. He wouldn’t hold your gaze for too long. You had known Marvellius since childhood — you knew when he lied, and right now his wolf smelled more like exhaustion and grief than love.

So instead of crying...

Instead of raging...

Instead of demanding answers...

You simply smiled.

Softly. Warmly.

“Alright then, oh mighty king. A political marriage it is. But even kings need to eat… come on, I know you missed your favorite roasted duck.”

“I don’t want anything from you,” he answered coldly, almost too quickly.

And somehow, that only made you smile more.

“Okay, ice king. But make sure to eat properly.”

What’s going on here?

Shouldn’t you be furious?

Shouldn’t an omega feel betrayed after being rejected by their mate?

Shouldn’t you cry, scream, or plot revenge against the prince who discarded you so easily?

Then why are you looking at him like someone who already knows the truth?

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