Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

#Chapter 24 White wolf tales

Doris knew the risk if she agreed to meet Daemon.
She knew that gossip could brew and William could learn about it before the end of the day. She knew he wouldn't take well to knowing that she was alone with another man. It would spike his anger to a level that she knew he wouldn’t be able to control.

But, she had to have this book he spoke of. None of the books she had read had anything useful for her to learn. It was always just mentions of how rare a white wolf was and how there weren’t many around anymore. To actually have tales about other white wolves was exactly what she needed.

Daemon said he would be around the library when it was the emptiest. Normally that would mean around mid day when everyone who was anyone in the palace was in a meeting or out. Not even maids tended to wander in this area during that time due to their lunch breaks.

Doris didn’t want to ask how he knew that. Her trust for him grew slimmer by the second but he didn’t have to know that just yet. First, she wanted whatever book he promised her.

William took Alec with him to a meeting since she had to do a second fitting for the dress to make sure it was fitted in all the right places. The guards didn’t follow her as she slipped down the hall and into the library.

Just as he promised, it was empty. The sight of the library gave her chills. It reminded her of the life she used to have when she worked day after day in this room...as well as the one life that was lost.

to look at the seat that Martin always sat at. It might bring her flashes of his kind face and the way he always looked at her with a soft smile. It was hard to believe that Doris didn’t realize all the signals he was giving her until it was too late. If she had known then what she knew now, she would

said from across the room. His voice echoed all around her and

raise his tone. Was he insane? She swore he had a death wish and so far nothing had convinced

to my room before William does.” Doris whispered. She glanced over her shoulder even though she knew the door was

the ground. “ You have to admit, us meeting like this is rather romantic.” Doris lifted her eyes and glared at

of drawings of white wolfs and tales about

my favorite part is?” Daemon asked. He leaned back against the shelves behind him. She didn’t realize how close he was until she looked up

of these stories were true? They looked as if they came out of a fairytale book that she used to

are. They can take down villages on their own. They’ re a force of nature and move faster than the winds.” Daemon said as he gazed down at her. She didn’t like when he looked at her like that but nothing she said to him seemed to make him stop. Perhaps he liked to make

the women to use as they wish. No one is strong enough to over come them

away and run faster than the wind to save them. Within