Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

#Chapter 5 Dreams of hell

The darkness was now familiar. Doris wasn’t afraid when it swallowed her whole, she embraced the fear that she knew would greet her soon enough. Double the douse of blood from two strong alpha wolves was enough to send her into coma—she prayed she would wake up soon.

“This is the queen?” A voice hissed near her ear. She turned and nothing was there. “She doesn’t look to be worthy.” It laughed. “I had hoped she would have looked a lot stronger by now.”

The sound reminded her of a snake. She turned and looked in every direction, but there was nothing around her at all. She wished she could see the thing that called itself her nightmares. Just once she wanted to visualize what actually haunted her.
“Who are you?” Doris asked. She raised her chin slightly. “What is it you have in store for me this time?” The creature laughed. “I am everything you fear, little one.”

“T try not to fear things anymore.” Doris swallowed. “It never did good things for me when I did.”

“You have changed since I saw you last. I remember you cowering away from me as if that would save you. Still, I imagined you stronger by now. A shame you haven’t come into your power yet, you might have been a match for me.”

Doris was suddenly shoved across the black room and into a much lighter one. It looked like a run down version of the throne room. Dirty water coated the floors and all the benches were broken in half. Off in the distance, a child was crying.

is this?” She asked as she looked around. Trash was all over the floors and the area looked as if it hadn’t been used in years. She didn’t know why it made her skin crawl. Just yesterday she had

said with a smirk in its

of the ceiling had fallen off and other areas were burnt to acrisp. It looked as if it was about to collapse on her at any

room when she heard a loud rumble, but the halls were even worse. Death was in the air and she wasn’t sure how she could smell it. Blood smeared across the walls and

The sound of a child crying had grown louder the more she moved. The hallways were black as if a fire had exploded where she was. When she

playing in William’s blood. A baby with his same blue eyes and her brown hair. She covered her mouth and backed away, until she realized her hands were coated in blood as well. Somehow she just knew it was William’s, the nightmare wanted her to believe

had bathed in it. William’s head was completely torn from his body and he looked as he had been ripped apart by sharp claws. His eyes stared right through her

of a snake like hiss from before. Doris stumbled back and fell

figure watched her from afar. Doris quickly stood and looked down to find her clothes were clean, but blood still coated

as if he knew she would follow him no matter what he did. Doris hurried after

thorns wrapped around her forehead until it pierced her skin. Blood poured down her face slowly, she looked like a queen of

the ground. The ground cracked open and Doris felt rooted to the spot as it separated