Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

#Chapter 19 The night isn’t over yet

Doris looked down at her hand on the door handle and kept silent for a moment. She didn’t just hear that—

“Me?”

“Close the door. Since your lady has left, you stay here to serve.” William said simply.

Doris slowly turned to face him. Stay with him alone? For the whole night? Why would he want her to do that?

“Your majesty, I should go get Peter. I’m sure he would—“

“Are you defying me?” He frowned and sat up a little more.

“No! Of course not,” Doris said quickly.

“Then shut the door.”

Doris let out a low sigh and turned back to the door. Her nightmare was coming true, wasn’t it? How would she ever survive the night alone with him?

“I—I can wait out in the hallways, your majesty.” She offered, a bit of hope dangled inside her that he would let her leave. After all, he hated her. Didn’t he?

“Shouldn’t you be glad you’re here?” He snorted, she flinched at the sound. “Isn’t this what you wanted when you tried to tip Peter?”

Doris burned at his words, but stayed silent. She couldn’t tell him the real reason she was bribing Peter. She lowered her eyes to the ground and went to sit at the chair near his end table. She picked at her nails and tried not to focus on how close she was to his bed.

Her eyes shot to him when he sighed. “Candle.” He reminded her.

forward to blow out the candle on

lap. She could hear him settle into bed, rolling back and forth as his breathing steadied. She’d never been in the same room with a man

own breath and closed her eyes to clear her mind. His room smelled lovely and inviting. Much different from the stench of alcohol on him that night he attacked her. This was more unique to him, almost like a stormy morning

was much too dry. She

 Doris wondered to herself. He’d just had

quickly stood and tried not to trip over herself in the darkness as she poured

pulled on

eyes lowered to her mouth and suddenly he flipped them over so he was on top of her. He pressed her into his silk sheets, she gripped his bare shoulders and tried to push him off her. “Please

eyes blurred with tears. His face fell when she kept shaking her head and struggling. “You really

want to punish

she felt it at all,

had to shut down his feelings, he had to

inside him growled happily at his decision. The smell of his mate excited him, he instantly reached to undress her. She pushed at him with all

when he saw her mark—the real mark he’d left upon her neck. Waylon

to sleep with me?” He asked quietly, glad the darkness hid his face enough. He flinched at himself when he heard the hurt in his own

herself. She would not cry in front of him, she would not collapse.

one night. That was the kind of girl he wanted. Someone that gave up their dignity, freedom, even their lives for him and his wealth. They dressed up every day desperately hoping

what Doris wanted. She would take the abuse Melody gave her if it meant the amnesty would be signed. But there was

in

William sounded shocked from her response as if

to serve you, not sleep with you

threatened,

and glanced around the room. She picked up one of the butter