ManyWriters

Every full moon, Gareth, Alpha of the Graymane Group, bleeds uncontrollably.
Doctors have declared that if he cannot find his fated mate, he will bleed to death by twenty-five.
In my past life, my sister, Doris, stole my matebond test report and used synthetic pheromones to pass herself off as me, becoming Gareth's fated mate.
I exposed her scheme to everyone. But just then, her pheromones went into disarray, and she collapsed, only to be discovered to be pregnant.
Later, Doris died from a pheromonal backlash.
Everyone was convinced I had killed her. They threw me into a deep pit in the Angeles National Forest and left me to be bitten to death by vipers.
"You killed Doris, you'll pay for it with your own life!"
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Gareth came to my door to propose.
This time, I will make him bleed to death.

My Mate Chose My Sister, I Chose His Ruin

"You reckless fool! Your marriage is not a game! One wrong move, and it could cost you your life."


Gareth's father seethed, his disappointment palpable.


"Slyvia, I know you're jealous of me, but I never thought you'd stoop to ruining my wedding."


"Gareth verified the report himself, so how could it be wrong?"


Doris bit her lip delicately, looking utterly harmless.


"Please, stop fighting. It's all my fault. I should just die."


From out of nowhere, she produced a paring knife and made a move to slit her wrist.


Gareth's eyes flooded with pain as he instantly pulled her into his embrace.


Pain etched across his face, Shawn stepped forward, shielding Doris behind him.


He looked at me, a bleak smile playing on his lips.


"Then allow me to let everyone in on a secret as well. The truth is, Sylvia has schizophrenia."


"She's always hallucinating, fantasizing about things that aren't there. She was diagnosed many years ago."


"I never imagined she would cause such a scene today. On behalf of my late parents, I apologize to you all."


Gareth's parents, who had just begun to waver, were now filled with suspicion once more.


I let out a cold laugh, taking a step forward instead of backing down.


I aim the detector at Doris, and the screen clearly displays:


Test Result: Artificially Synthesized Pheromones


And right after that, I pull out my own original report, where the word Mate is marked in bold red.


Doris screamed and lunged at me, her delicate makeup contorted by panic.


I was already prepared and deftly sidestepped her, letting her fall in a heap at Gareth's feet.


"You spread baseless rumors that I have schizophrenia, yet my evidence is clear. It should be obvious by now who the real forger is."


Ignoring the pain, she immediately grabbed Gareth's pant leg.


"Gareth, Sylvia must have forged this! I'm the one who's been by your side for the past six months."


She made her accusation with such sincerity, her voice filled with immense grievance and despair, as if she could easily evoke a man's protective instincts.


This is the moment I've been waiting for.


Without a moment's hesitation, I pressed the button on the recording pen in my hand.


“Doctor, all you have to do is copy the data from Sylvia's matebond test report to mine. Name your price.” That familiar voice boomed clearly through the sound system.


"Is that Doris? She's a complete impostor!"


"Poor Sylvia. Her identity was stolen, and now she's even hated by her only family."


"If you ask me, Shawn's the one who's completely delusional."


As the murmurs from the crowd grew, Doris staggered back a step.


She clutched her chest violently, her body curling into a ball of agony. Large beads of sweat rolled down her face, and her lips turned an unnatural bluish-purple.


Two figures shrieked in unison and rushed to her side.


Shawn scooped her into his arms and glared up at me. "Are you satisfied now! You knew her pheromones were unstable! Will you only be happy once you've driven her to her death?"


Gareth also looked up, his gaze filled with nothing but loathing for me.


"I've said it before. Whether or not Doris is my fated mate, she is the only one I will ever marry."


The scene devolved into chaos. Gareth's private doctor quickly completed his examination.


"Miss Rosewood isn't in any serious danger, but..."


"We've performed a preliminary examination. Miss Rosewood is about six weeks pregnant." Gareth's expression went from bewilderment, to a flicker of incredulous shock.


Chapter 3