Became His Mate By Accident
What happens when a food-obsessed blogger dies mid-bite and wakes up as the royal psychiatrist to a Lycan king who’s one bad day away from burning the kingdom down?
Ariana never asked to be Lady Elena Voss: ice-cold healer by day, assassin by night, and—thanks to a cosmic clerical error—the fated mate of King Kael Draven, a man whose mind is a battlefield and whose violent alter ego is counting down to total takeover.
Kael can hear every single one of her unfiltered thoughts: the panic, the food cravings, the 3 a.m. Reddit scrolls, the running commentary about how stupidly hot he is.
And somehow, her chaos is the only thing keeping him halfway human.
But Elena’s old life isn’t staying buried.
Old enemies remember her blades.
Her emotionless little sister is hiding something behind those blank violet eyes.
And the snarky blue orb feeding her “missions” might not be what it seems.
As the mate bond tightens and Kael’s darkness claws closer, two questions burn louder than the rest:
What if the thing she was sent here to heal… is the very thing that will kill her?
Can a girl with zero qualifications, a Reddit addiction, and a possessed wolf pup save a broken king—
or will his monster claim her first?
Basahin
Chapter: Morning After {It’s morning.} “Huh? No—no! That is literally not what I asked!” I’m already out of bed, barefoot, pacing like a caged raccoon. My hair’s doing its own thing, half in my mouth, half sticking to my cheek with last-night tears. {I know what you asked. I can’t answer it yet. You have to figure some things out on your own.} “Figure it—Roundy, this isn’t a scavenger hunt, this is my wolf!” I spin around so fast I almost trip over my own nightgown. “Elena locked Bree in blood circles like some budget horror movie! Why?!” {Verm. My name is Verm.} I stop dead. “Did you just—did you just change the subject with your own name reveal? Are you kidding me right now?” Silence. The orb just floats there, pulsing like it’s nervous. I drag both hands down my face. “Okay. Fine. Verm. Weird name, zero stars, do not recommend. Whatever.” I start pacing again, talking to myself because apparently that’s my brand now. “Elena locked Bree away… and the king almost strangled me—well, her—whatever
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Chapter: Bree?KAELI’d sworn to myself I wouldn’t see her today.Told myself to stay away, let the bruises heal, let her forget the feeling of my hands around her throat.I even sat on the throne like a proper king, already healed hand resting on the armrest, acting like I had everything under control.Then her scent slipped under the door.Warm vanilla. Fresh bread. A hint of something sweet and nervous that punched me straight in the gut.My whole body went tight.Instant.Hard.Painfully hard.I shifted in the seat, jaw clenched, trying to breathe through it.Scared she’d smell it on me.Hopeful she wouldn’t run the second she walked in.Peter was still half-conscious in the corner, breathing shallow. He didn’t need to see this.The attendant stepped in, bowed. “Lady Elena is ready, Your Majesty.”I couldn’t stand up. Not like this.I waved him off with a growl that came out rougher than I meant and stalked to the side chamber, slamming the door behind me.Cold water on. Didn’t help.I braced on
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Chapter: His Highness Is Crazy I paced the room so hard I was basically wearing a groove in the marble. “So the real Elena died last night. Strangled. By her own mate. And now I’m supposed to save this walking red flag?” Bree’s voice floated up, soft and confused. (What do you mean the real Elena? You’re you. I feel it in our soul. And our mate isn’t a killer—he saved us.) “Bree, sweetie, you wouldn’t get it.” I spun toward the empty air where Roundy usually hovered. “Roundy! Answer me!” The blue orb flickered into existence, already looking exhausted. {Yes, original Elena is very dead. And yes, I almost forgot, you have a royal therapy session in exactly one hour.} I stopped dead. “One hour? And you're just telling me now?Can I opt out? Like, fake a stomach ache? Explosive diarrhea? Anything?” {Sure. Opt out and die. Your choice.} I flopped face-first onto the bed and wailed into the pillow. “Is this my life now??” Reddit. I needed Reddit. I rolled over, grabbed the phone, thumbs flying.
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Chapter: KaelBreakfast did not go as planned. I slammed my bedroom door behind me, leaned against it, and slid all the way to the floor like a melted popsicle. “Roundy. Be honest with me right now. Are you one hundred percent sure the only glitch was making me Kael’s mate? Because I’m starting to think you accidentally made my new found family the actual psychopaths." I started pacing. Bare feet on cold marble. Syrup still sticky between my fingers. “Did you see Mrs Voss, I mean, Mother? She was crying happy tears because I committed pancake genocide. That’s not normal.” {…} Silence. Then a new voice, soft, sleepy, and definitely not Roundy’s. (Elena? Finally… it’s been years.) I froze mid-step. “Roundy. Glowstick. Buddy. Tell me you can change voices, because that was impressive.” I gave the air two sarcastic thumbs-up. (Who’s Glowstick? It’s me, Bree. Your wolf.) My knees decided that was the perfect moment to stop working. I sat down hard on the rug. “What. What. How.
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Chapter: Reddit is Life“Wait. Where’s my phone?” {On the vanity table. Password is 69420.} I raised an eyebrow at the floating blue orb. “Your artificial intelligence is not blowing me away right now.” {Why do you say that?} “You kidnapped my soul, dropped me in a wolf movie, and forgot to give me the user manual. I’m staring at you with the power of a thousand disappointed mothers.” {There was a minor error, okay? Complete tasks and you’ll unlock Elena’s memories bit by bit. Happy?} “Hold up. Tasks? Plural? I thought I only had one job: fix the hot psychopath.” {You have one main mission. The tasks are… side quests. Experience points. Whatever you kids call it these days.} I was already grabbing the phone. A gorgeous rose-gold thing that probably cost more than my old life. I opened the app store and started typing. {Is that… a Reddit account you’re making?} “Yup.” {Why.} “Because I have questions, Roundy. Questions that only the hive mind of bored insomniacs can answer.” {I am literally a sup
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Chapter: A Movie?{Master! Master! Wake up, it’s almost time for work!} I groaned and dragged a pillow over my face. Who the hell was yelling at this hour? Mrs. Parker moved out last week. Nobody should be banging on walls yet. {Master? Seriously? That’s what we’re going with?} My mattress felt wrong. Too soft. Like I’d fallen into a giant scented marshmallow. My old bed only ever smelled like regret and instant-noodle seasoning. Since when did I own silk sheets? {Master! You’re finally awake!} I cracked one eye open. Pink walls. Crystal chandelier. Glitter on the ceiling. Actual glitter. I shot upright. The sheets twisted around my legs like clingy exes. “Either I’m dreaming or someone kidnapped me and gave me a glow-up.” I pinched my thigh. Hard. “Ow. Okay, not dreaming.” {If you’d stop cutting me off for five seconds—} The voice was inside my head. Inside my actual head. Great. Haunted. I scanned the room. No creepy kids, no floating ladies. Just money and vanilla candles
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