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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

Because the doctor had told Gareth long ago that it would be very difficult for him to have children.


"Sylvia, you knew Doris couldn't handle any agitation, yet you chose today of all days to expose this. Are you deliberately trying to kill my child?" Gareth snarled.


Shawn's fury was completely ignited too.


He raised his hand and swung it viciously at my face.


The searing pain from the hundred lashes of the belt in my past life was still vivid in my mind.


But this time, I wouldn't just take the beating.


The moment his palm descended, I precisely gripped his wrist.


This was my nightmare. I had specifically hired a combat instructor, enduring blow after blow, learning to fight back again and again.


I looked at Doris, panting on the floor, and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.


It was just like this in my past life—using a pheromone imbalance and her child to win sympathy.


Shawn, like a madman, had whipped me with his belt, lash after lash.


By the time he counted to one hundred, I was covered in blood, and my vision was going black.


Gareth had grabbed my hand and forced it into the fireplace, making me feel the burn while telling me a vicious woman like me deserved to go to hell.


The venomous snakes in that pit still haunt my dreams.


"My dear brother."I looked directly into his eyes, which were brimming with fury. "Other people might not know what Doris was really like, but you don't know either?"


He knew how Doris had betrayed Gareth in her desperation to get pregnant.


"Enough! Sylvia, isn't all of this just your way of trying to sleep with me? Fine. Get naked and wait for me tonight." Gareth walked over, looking down at me condescendingly.


Gareth cried out in pain, falling to one knee before me.


"Sylvia, Gareth is in the wrong. Please, don't stoop to his level! I am apologizing to you on behalf of the Graymane family. Tell me, what will it take for you to save my son!"


Gareth's father spoke with a grief-stricken expression, his tone urgent.


"Dad, don't tell me you believe her too."


In my past life, he never got together with me, but he still made it safely past his twenty-fifth birthday.


That's why he hated me so much after Doris died.


When they tortured me, they punished me by making me kneel outside the study for three days and three nights. It was then that I happened to see Doris's diary, where everything was written.She knew all along that only the pheromones in my body could stabilize Gareth’s condition.


So on their wedding day, she conspired with Shawn to secretly extract my pheromones.


Unfortunately for them, they miscalculated. You can't just take what you want from someone with a special constitution.


Doris's difficult labor was actually a backlash from the pheromones.


Conveniently, she didn't dare to give birth to the child anyway.


So she pinned all the blame on me, framing me for setting her up.


"Gareth, you'll really die without Sylvia!"


"Dad, Mom, I'll say this one last time. In this life, whether I live or die, my mate will only ever be Doris!"


Doris sobbed uncontrollably, nearly fainting in his arms.


What a perfect pair of star-crossed lovers.


Gareth raised his wrist and said sharply, "Get out."


The moment he lifted his wrist, I saw faint, bloody scratches on it.


In another eight hours, it would be the night of the full moon again.


In three months, it would be his twenty-fifth birthday.


The smile on my face grew wider and wider.


Fine. In that case, I'd love to see how Gareth gets through his twenty-fifth birthday safe and sound in this life without my pheromones.


I clapped for their little performance and left without a backward glance.


Outside the chapel, Garvin opened his arms to me.


Chapter 4