My Faked Death Uncover the Truth of My Mate’s Blessing

Chapter 1

David, my childhood sweetheart who promised to have a Mark ceremony with me when I turned 18, proposed to my cousin Violet at my coming-of-age party.

That wizard Andrew, who was said to be uninterested in women, put a silver ring carved with mystical runes onto my ring finger at David's celebration.

For five years after our mark ceremony, he was gentle and devoted to me.

I believed that it was my true love.

Until I overheard his conversation with a friend.

"Andrew, Violet's already become the pack healer. How long will you keep pretending with Morgan?"

"Since I can't be Violet’s mate anyway, it doesn't matter who I mark. Besides, with me here, Morgan can't interfere with Violet's happiness."

The rune stones he carved in secret all bore Violet's name with his blessing to her.

“Bless Violet could rid of bad dreams”

“Bless Violet could obtain all she wants, and needn’t worry anything.”

“Violet, I can’t be your mate, hope you have a wonderful life.”

Five years of reaming. One moment of awakening.

I arranged a fake identity and planned my staged death.

…

After confirming the final arrangements for my fake death, I hung up the phone.

In two days, I would disappear forever, just as they wished.

The door opened softly. I looked up to see Andrew.

He embraced me, his voice gentle. "Who were you talking to?"

"Nothing important. Pack hospital business." I smiled, trying to sound natural.

He kissed me. "You've been so busy lately. I'll cook something special for you tonight."

During our five-year mate bond, Andrew had always been gentle with me.

Everyone said wizards never fell for women, but once they did, it was for life.

I thought this was my happiness.

Now I understood this mate bond wasn't my happiness—it was his protection of Violet.

Andrew gently stroked my shoulder and said, "The Silverton family is throwing a party tomorrow. Celebrating Violet's three-month pregnancy and her promotion to pack healer. You should rest at home. I'll drop off a gift and come back."

"I'd like to go too..."

He interrupted with a gentle but undeniable tone. "You should skip the party. Haven't you been wanting a baby? This is a good time to rest and prepare your body."

I lowered my eyes, hiding my complex emotions.

I was marked for years without baby. I had consulted healers, tried fertility treatments, prayed to every deity I could name.

I once thought it might need some luck. But recently I found the truth.

After each time we were intimate, he secretly put the special herbs in my food to prevent pregnancy. He didn't want children with me because that would make our bond too real, too permanent.

After all, how could he let me bear children that would taint his true love?

He probably didn't want me at the party because I might overshadow Violet. The pack healer's celebration would be her moment to shine, her chance to bask in the