All Chapters of Became His Mate By Accident : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

“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

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.

{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