Divorced from My Alpha, I Heal the Cursed Prince's Heart

I waited two years for my fated mate, Alpha Anton, to return from the border war.

But when he finally walked through the grand doors as a celebrated hero, he didn't even look at me.

Instead, he held the hand of a delicate blonde named Alexa, proudly announcing her as his chosen Luna.

With my honed senses, I immediately caught the faint, undeniable scent of her early pregnancy.

His mother and sister, who had been living luxuriously off my dead family's wealth, sneered at my public humiliation.

"An Omega without a wolf. You're just a pathetic charity case."

Anton coldly ordered me to accept my fate and leave quietly, hoping to keep his perfect reputation and my family's massive fortune intact.

They all looked at me with pity and contempt, expecting me to cry, scream, or beg on my knees.

They had no idea that I wasn't just a weak, discarded Omega, but a master healer and the rightful heir to the legacy they had stolen.

I didn't shed a single tear.

Instead, I calmly set down my teacup, drafted a public rejection petition to the Alpha King, and headed straight to the capital.

It was time to cure the poisoned Prince Etienne and make the Stone family pay back every single gold coin they owed me.