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.

her neck to cover it more than her dress already did. “You two don’t want to keep Prince William

out!” Beth shouted to his retreating form. When she turned to face Doris, her brows furrowed. “Doris? What’s wrong? You

she quickly opened her drawer and grabbed her cheap container of makeup to cover the mark. Her shaky hands dabbed

took her spot next to Beth and listened to those around her gossip silently amongst themselves. Each one of them looked even more confused than her, but just as eager as Beth to find out who it must be. She wondered how many of them wished it was them that the Prince was looking

the front of the crowd, she felt her

taller than everyone around him. Even his guards. He wore no jacket over his suit, his shirt clung to his well built form and left little to the imagination 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

majesty, this is the last group of maids in the Golden Palace.” Mr.

as he took in the sight of

mark upon just the other

Mr. Carson!” The crowd responded. Each of the girls lined up outside of the booth Ms. Shirley had set up. The old maid had been serving Royal House Arnold for over 40 years, surely she was one of the more

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

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

I can feel her.” Waylon, his inner wolf declared in his

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

can’t connect with her wolf. It’s as if she doesn’t have

me. She must have a wolf if she’s my mate.” Otherwise how