Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

#Chapter 26 Too much on his shoulders

William POV

“You haven’t been acting like yourself, William.” Waylon, his wolf. said inside him.

“You know why. Don’t pretend I want to be like this.” William sneered.

“Don’t you think you’ve been a little hard on your mate recently?” Waylon said. William sat on the edge of the bed while Doris slept soundly behind him.

“What do you mean?” William raked his fingers through his hair that just wouldn’t say calm. “I just took her out to dinner—“

“T can feel her uncertainty around you when you push her away—“

“You are the one that told me a father needs alone time with his infant son to bond.” William growled. “You told me that these months are the most important in his life to bond with his parents. I’ve carved out every minute I can for him to be alone with me.”

William didn’t need to remind his wolf what happened with his own father. After his mother died, he pushed William away at such a young age and never once tried to bond with him again. And all the years since, William felt that pain set deep inside him like a wound that just wouldn’t heal. William was not about to let that happen with his own son. His son would know he was loved.

strange thing being a father. All the feelings he had before he met Doris were gone, and permanently destroyed when Alec came. He didn’t care for women that batted their lashed

was wrong about the maid situation.” William grumbled. He glanced back at Doris to see her beautiful face sound asleep. William leaned across the bed to brush her hair from her face lightly. He knew he had to

keep you from truly

“T apologized—“

apologies aren’t enough, William. You know that.” Waylon said

Look at everything I did to get her here with me. I tore through villages and brought down everything in my path to keep her safe. And now she is going to be my queen soon.” William stood from the bed and went to look at

the past, doesn’t mean our mate doesn’t like being reminded. If you keep pushing her to the side and

him—she understood that he had a lot on his shoulders. He didn’t mean to push her aside and blame her for things, he didn’t even realize he was doing it

late that it wasn’t the right thing to do. He was

before he unlocked their balcony and stepped out for some fresh air. The sun hadn't fully peaked over the mountains yet, but the sky was lightening faster

for him to become vulnerable with anyone, but his wolf knew every part of him. “I thought I would have my brothers by my side when I was younger. I used to imagine that Martin would see that I

make me sound weak.” He growled. He wasn’t weak—he was far from it and he didn’t have to lift a finger to prove that. “I’m trying to make the right steps where my father made his wrong ones. Some

kingdom. He was a prince that had nothing on his shoulders to weigh him down and got everything he wanted without having

placed on his head. He swore he wouldn’t be reckless and put his kingdom at risk now that it was all his responsibility. He used to act on his emotions instead of thinking things through—kings didn’t let their anger drive them. He couldn’t punch a villager for disagreeing with him or ban a servant because

if he could grow to be the king they needed. And they didn’t need a reckless prince even when that part still thrived

ignited it in him like nothing else ever could. He knew that he wouldn’t hesitate to burn down a building to get to them or tear out a hundred throats. it hummed to remind him that they would always