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

Morgan gave five years of devotion to her mate, the powerful wizard Andrew, believing their bond was true love. But behind his gentle smiles lay a devastating deception: Andrew only marked her to protect her cousin, Violet, his actual obsession. He even secretly drugged Morgan to prevent her from ever bearing his children, ensuring their bond remained a hollow lie. Driven to the edge, Morgan fakes her death and vanishes, determined to bury her past. While the world mourns the "dead" Luna, Morgan rebuilds herself as a legendary healer in a distant land. But when her miraculous research exposes Violet’s lies, the truth explodes. Now, a regretful Andrew is hunting for a ghost, desperate for a second chance. But Morgan is no longer a pawn. With a new, protective Alpha by her side, will she forgive the man who broke her, or let him burn in the bridges he destroyed?

Chapters

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 admiration and respect that should have been mine. My presence would only remind everyone that she had built her success on stolen research, stolen dreams.

He kissed my forehead, seemingly unaware of my sadness, his lips gentle against my skin in a mockery of true affection. "The day after tomorrow is your birthday. I've prepared a surprise, Evangeline."

"The day after tomorrow is your birthday. I've prepared a surprise, Evangeline."

Evangeline.

I repeated the word, suddenly finding it harsh.

All these years, his blessings always included "Evangeline."

Only now did I understand its true meaning.

Violet Evangeline Silverton.

He'd been blessing me with his beloved's secret middle name.

All those blessings from his lips were never meant for me.

"Sounds wonderful. I've planned some activities too. Make sure you're free to spend time with me."

He nodded. "Of course. Whatever my Morgan wants."

I looked up and smiled.

Andrew, how painstaking you are.

That night, I couldn't sleep. I carefully moved his arm from around me.

I accidentally knocked over the bracelet he always wore.

When I picked it up, I felt something strange on the beads.

In the dim light, I saw letters carved on each glass bead.

V.E.S.

Violet's initials.

That moment, I gave up completely.

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Everyone in the pack knew that a simple treat could get me, the simple-minded princess, to do anything. The graceful and refined Lycan Prince Tomas Young once handed me a pastry, and I clung to him for years after. Though he never showed it, in private, he despised me, calling me shameless, accusing me of throwing myself at him. I didn’t understand what shamelessness or throwing oneself at someone meant. All I knew was that Tomas gave me good food, so he was a good person, and I liked him. I wanted to repay his kindness. Then came the news of the pack’s defeat in the borderlands. My father’s most beloved daughter, my third sister, was to be sent off for a political alliance through a mate bond. Her mother, the Lycan Queen, came to me personally, bringing a box of pastries, begging me to take my sister’s place. I wiped the crumbs from my mouth and waved my hand casually.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.0

CHRISTMAS IN YOUR ARMS

8.0

For Claire, Christmas has always been about survival. She only wanted to keep life steady for her daughter Emma after heartbreak and loss. Moving to a quiet snowy town was meant to be a fresh start, not the beginning of something new for her heart. Jack, a widowed single father, has built his world around his children. He has hidden his own longing for love beneath duty and routine. But when Claire and Emma step into his life, the walls he carefully built begin to melt away like snow under the winter sun. As festive lights glow and snow falls gently around them, Claire and Jack discover laughter, warmth, and the kind of connection they never thought they would feel again. Their children bond, their hearts open, and slowly, a friendship begins to grow into something far deeper. But love after loss is never simple. Can Claire trust her heart again. Can Jack embrace the future instead of living in the past. This Christmas, two families are given a second chance to heal, to hope, and to find themselves forever in each other's arms. Christmas in Your Arms is a heartwarming holiday romance filled with tender moments, snowy nights, and the magic of love that feels like coming home.

Adventure Fantasy Romance

8.9

Escaping My Alpha To The Rival Beta

8.9

On what should have been my eight-year anniversary with Felix Jones, the heir to the Silver Moon Pack Alpha, he humiliated me in front of the entire pack. Overwhelmed by alcohol and distress, I stumbled into the wrong room at the pack’s central hall during the gathering. The next day, when he heard I was planning to resign as his assistant, he laughed and hung up on me, assuming it was just a whim and that I’d come crawling back in a few days. But I booked a flight that very night and cut off all ties with Felix and everything connected to the Silver Moon Pack. Thinking my heart was broken beyond repair, my friend Abigail, an Omega like me, took me out to a local pub to drown my sorrows. My cheeks were flushed from the alcohol as I held onto a stranger, sobbing out my remorse: “I honestly didn’t mean it that night.” “I only acted that way because I was drunk. Please, forgive me,” I begged. “Saints and angels, I’ve run so far they surely won’t find me, right?” The room went quiet all of a sudden, except for Abigail, who dared to nudge me. Through tear-filled eyes, I looked up, and there was the familiar face from that night—Ronan Moore, a Beta from the Crimson Fang Pack. “So, Miss Rivera, are you not planning to take responsibility for your actions?” he asked, his voice low and firm, his Alpha aura pressing down on me even though he wasn’t my Alpha.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.7

Reborn Heiress: The Shadow Regent's Obsession

8.7

I stood as a ghost, watching the rhythmic thud of dirt hitting my own casket. My father, Senator Ellwood, dabbed his eyes for the cameras while my stepmother, Carroll, played the grieving mother perfectly, even though they were the ones who had paved the way for my murder. The vision shifted to a high-rise office where Isadore Walker, the terrifying "Shadow Regent," was methodically bankrupting every elite family that had betrayed me. He pressed a silver koi fish necklace to his lips and triggered a massive explosion, choosing to burn the entire world down just to join me in death. "Little Fish," he whispered. In my first life, I was a naive pawn who believed my best friend, Catarina, when she claimed I simply slipped into the pool at my Debutante Ball. I let the opportunistic Cody Stevens play the hero who "saved" me, leading to a hollow engagement that ended in my ruin. I never knew that my stepmother had conspired with our housekeeper to hide my true identity and keep me from my biological family. I died without ever understanding why Isadore, a man who treated me with cold indifference, would sacrifice everything for my sake. I didn't know that my entire life was a web of kidnappings and bribes designed to keep me as a political pawn. Suddenly, the heat of the explosion warped into the agonizing burn of icy water. I broke the surface, gasping for air, back at the very party where my downfall began three years ago. As I climbed out, I didn't look for Cody’s help. I wrapped myself in Isadore’s sandalwood-scented jacket and felt the cold steel of the tactical knife he had left in the pocket. This time, I wasn't the victim; I was the one who would light the fuse.

Billionaire Fantasy Modern

7.4

Reborn Surgeon: The Billionaire’s Secret Obsession

7.4

Standing on the edge of a limestone quarry in the pouring rain, I thought we were just having another family argument. Then my mother, Ardell, screamed that I’d let the life insurance lapse, and my brother, Hakeem, stepped out of the shadows with a cold, calculating look in his eyes. I told them I knew the truth—that Hakeem had cut the brake lines on my father’s car—but they didn't flinch. Instead, Hakeem shoved me hard, sending me tumbling into the abyss. I hit a jagged ledge thirty feet down, the sound of my spine snapping like a dry branch echoing through the rain. As I lay paralyzed and broken, my mother watched from above, asking if I was dead yet, before Hakeem whistled for the starving wild dogs that lived in the quarry floor. "Nature will clean up the mess," Hakeem said, walking away while the first set of teeth sank into my throat. The agony was a tidal wave, but the rage was hotter, a nuclear hatred for the family that stole my future and the daughter I’d never see grow up. I died in that dirt, consumed by fire and teeth, wondering how a mother could choose a car payment over her own child's life. But then, I gasped for air, sitting bolt upright in my old trailer bedroom. I looked at the calendar: May 12, 2014. I was seventeen again, but I wasn't the same girl. Inside this malnourished body was the mind of a world-class trauma surgeon and the elite hacker known as 'Phantom.' This time, I wasn't going to the quarry; I was going for their throats.

Billionaire Fantasy Modern

9.2

Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

9.2

The first rays of dawn filtered through the silk curtains of my room in the pack house, painting everything in shades of gold and rose. Today was the day. After ten years of waiting, of growing together, of building something beautiful from childhood friendship into destined love, Elian and I would finally complete our mate ceremony. I stretched beneath the covers, my hand instinctively moving to rest on my still-flat stomach. The pregnancy was so new that even I could barely believe it—a miracle, Dr. Mitchell had called it, given the rarity of Alpha fertility. The timing felt perfect, like the Moon Goddess herself had blessed our union with this gift. Downstairs, I could hear the bustling activity that had started before sunrise. Pack members moved with purpose through the corridors, their voices carrying excitement and warmth. The ceremonial grounds behind the pack house would be transformed into something magical by evening, with white flowers and silver ribbons honoring the Moon Goddess who had brought Elian and me together all those years ago.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

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

Chapter 1

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