Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

#Chapter 6 Doris, was it you?

Doris sat up quickly, desperate for air. Her gown felt soaked through, every inch of her skin felt tainted and wrong. Her head ached, she had to scrub herself clean again to rid herself of him—

“Doris!” Beth whispered harshly for her attention, it took her a moment to realize she was in the room with Beth and not being eaten in the forest by a giant wolf. Doris touched her neck and looked down to see her hand was clean, there was no blood. Slowly, her heart beat calmed and she was able to breathe. It felt so real… she was so sure she was about to die at his hands. “Get up, quickly! Prince William is here, he asked for all of the maids to be checked!”

That woke her, she scrambled out of bed and almost tripped over herself. Doris paled at the thought of facing him. “Checked? Checked for what?”

“Apparently he left a mark on one of the girl’s neck.” Beth already looked delighted from the gossip, she started shoving clothes at Doris before she paused. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling alright?”

“Nothing’s wrong!” Doris turned away to change, the nightmare still fresh in her mind. “I was just wondering what he could possibly want with her. She’s just a maid, after all.” Doris touched the mark at her neck beneath her dress. The makeup she used would surely have rubbed off by now—she needed to reapply it before she left.

If he found out it was Doris he was looking for, would her nightmare become reality? She was silently thankful that he must’ve been too drunk to remember her face.

“I’m not sure, he’s probably not through using her yet after they slept together.” Beth laughed a little, though it sounded empty. “Remember with Lisa? He wanted her all to himself until he didn’t. But—this girl doesn’t seem like she wants to be found by him. Every other girl here would gladly announce themselves as his lover, but no one has come forward yet.”

No, we definitely didn’t sleep together. Doris silently corrected her friend. At least he didn’t get to take that from her.

their door, Doris gasped at the sight of Prince William’s valet and almost touched her neck to cover it more than her dress already did. “You two don’t want to keep

his retreating form. When she turned to face Doris, her brows furrowed. “Doris? What’s wrong? You look as if you’re about

looked suspicious, she just needed a minute alone. Once Beth left, she quickly opened her drawer and grabbed her cheap container of makeup to cover the mark. Her shaky hands dabbed at the bite, she could still see a sense of bruising that the makeup just couldn’t seem to cover. She couldn’t let him find her, he would… he would kill her just as he tried in her

more confused than her, but

crowd, she felt her heart

of what he hid beneath. She could see why everyone found him so attractive, his sea blue eyes and dark tossed hair. He looked as if he just rolled out of bed with a lover, she wouldn’t have been surprised if he did. He looked out into the crowd like a born predator, his eyes catching every movement made around him as if he were hunting. The Alpha blood ran purely through his veins and it

in the Golden Palace.” Mr. Carson announced, his hands clasped tightly behind his

of emotion as he took in

bowed before he turned to the maids. “Prince William is looking for the maid he left a mark upon just the other night.

The old maid had been serving

curious to see who this mystery maid could be, the one that Prince William was so desperate to find. They hung around a bit away from the booth, watching as each maid was dismissed and the line grew shorter. Doris forced herself not to scratch at the mark on her neck, she didn’t want the makeup to smear off and hoped her sweat didn’t ruin

grew more impatient. He frowned at the thinning line, not one of them came forward to announce herself as the one he’d left his mark upon. And why wouldn’t she come forward? It would be an honor to be his mate, her resistance angered him more than he liked to admit. He waited for her to come to him yesterday, it was no secret he desired her to. Yet she hadn’t and now it resorted

 Waylon, his inner wolf declared in his mind

here, than pick her already you useless wolf.” William shot back silently. “Why must you make it

I can’t connect with her wolf. It’s

laughed a sinister sound. “The moon goddess must be kidding me. She