My Fated Mate Is the Scarred Beggar King

At the sacred Moon Ball, I waited for the Moonstone Chalice to choose me as the Luna of Arthur, the Royal Alpha and my childhood love.

But the man on the throne, who looked exactly like Arthur, used dark magic to make the silver light choose a low-level Omega named Diana instead.

He then stepped down, looking at me with greedy eyes.

"You will be my Chosen Mate. You will have my bed, even if you do not have the title."

He wanted me as a cheap mistress just to control my family's powerful army.

When I refused, he crushed the silver amulet Arthur had given me and threatened to strip my rank.

Diana hid behind him, pretending to cry and apologize while stealing my rightful place.

But I felt absolutely no soul connection to this man.

His scent was a disgusting mix of damp earth and rot. This was not the boy who once took a silver dagger to the chest to save my life.

Disgusted by the imposter, I left the castle and wandered into the market, where I saw royal guards brutally kicking a crippled, severely burned beggar.

I ordered them to stop and knelt in the dirt to help the dying man.

But the moment my fingers brushed his ruined neck, a violent shock of pure electricity shot down my spine.

The Recognition was complete.

This broken beggar with a peeled-off face was my true Alpha, Arthur.

I held my fated mate tightly, swearing to make the imposter bleed for every scar on his body.