บททั้งหมดของ Became His Mate By Accident : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Yesterday Verm went radio silent.Wouldn’t answer a single question. Not one.I screamed his name into the void so many times my throat hurt.Great.Stuck in a plotless story, getting death threats signed with a third name I wasn't aware I had, and my floating disco ball ghosted me.I honestly thought I’d wake up and the letter would be a stress dream.Wrong.It was still in the dresser drawer, folded exactly how I left it, staring at me like “good morning, loser.”Fantastic way to start the day.I shoved it to the back of my brain, slammed the drawer, and decided to focus on the one thing that wasn’t actively trying to murder me.The date.Tonight.With the murder king who gave me frosting-nose yesterday.Evening came too fast.The maids descended again, this time with brushes, pins, and a silver gown that looked like liquid starlight.They twisted my hair up, wove tiny diamonds through it until I sparkled like a disco ball had a baby with a chandelier.I stared at the mirror.Silve

ELENA When I turned back to human, the shift was slower than the first time. Bones grinding back into place, fur receding like burning paper, skin prickling raw. I collapsed on the floor, naked, shaking, gasping. Bowing against my will. Kael stood there. Eyes violet. Face cold. He grabbed the nearest thing (heavy velvet curtains from the window) and threw them at me like I was something filthy. They landed over my head, smelling of dust and old money. I wrapped them around myself, trembling. Said nothing. When he put the chains on my wrists, I said nothing. When the guards dragged me through the palace, silver biting into my skin, I said nothing. When the east tower door slammed shut and the key turned like a coffin lid, I said nothing. Bree was silent too; curled up small in my chest, trembling. Only Verm kept flickering in and out, voice tinny and worried. {Are you okay? Elena? Talk to me.} Was I okay? No. No, I wasn’t. I sat on the c

ELENAThird night.Or fourth.I couldn’t tell anymore.The little slit of window had gone from black to gray to black again so many times it all blurred into one long nothing.But tonight was different.No screams.No raw, throat-shredding howls that made me press my hands over my ears and pray for silence.Just… sobbing.Low.Broken.Like someone was being torn apart from the inside and had finally run out of strength to scream.It came through the walls.Into my bones.Reaching for my heartKael.I sat up, chains clinking, heart in my throat.He was crying.Not the angry kind.Not the scary kind.The kind that happens when you’ve got nothing left.I pressed my forehead to the cold stone, listening.Every sob felt like a hand reaching through the dark, grabbing my chest, squeezing until I couldn’t breathe.I wanted to scream back.I wanted to beat the door until my fists bled.I wanted to tell him I heard him.That I was here.I want to ask him why he locked me.Tell him that I didn’

ELENAWe stayed like that for hours.The moon crawled across the window, silver turning pale gold, but neither of us moved.His head stayed heavy on my chest, ear pressed over my heartbeat like he was scared it might stop if he let go.His arms were locked around my waist, fingers twisted in the ruined curtains that barely covered me anymore.The sobbing had dried into quiet, shaky breaths long ago.Even Bree (curled small inside me) had stopped trembling.For the first time in days, the world wasn’t screaming.So of course my stomach picked that exact moment to try and eat itself.Roundy, I thought, cheeks already burning, if I say I’m hungry right now, am I ruining the most fragile peace in werewolf history?{Yes. One hundred percent. Mood officially murdered.}Cool. Cool. I’ll just starve quietly then.{You will literally faint in the next ten minutes. Tell him.}But what if the other personality comes back? Won't I get locked up?{You’re preserving a moment that’s currently being

KAEL I looked at the pale guard. He was already shaking, sweat rolling down his temples. I said nothing. Just stared. Until he cracked like thin ice. “It—it wasn’t me, Your Majesty,” he stammered, dropping to his knees. “It was Lady Victoria. She sent a message—said Lady Elena was a threat to the crown. Ordered us to withhold food, keep her weak. I… I have the text right here as proof.” He fumbled for his phone, fingers slipping on the screen as he pulled up the chat. I didn’t take it. Not yet. The second guard stepped forward, holding out my black gloves. I slid them on slowly, one finger at a time. Then I crouched in front of the boy, close enough that he could feel the cold coming off me. Tilted his chin up with two gloved fingers. “It seems,” I said, voice low, almost conversational, “Lady Victoria has more authority than I do.” I held his gaze. Blood welled in the corners of his eyes first—small red tears. Then it ran faster, streaking down his cheeks like he wa