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.

to blow out the candle

hear him settle into bed, rolling

the stench of alcohol on him that night he attacked her. This was more unique to him, almost like a stormy morning and pine.

breath was deep and heavy, she felt her mouth was much too dry. She swallowed nervously just as he said,

to herself. He’d just had a cup, perhaps

to trip over herself in the darkness as she poured him another

he grabbed her wrist. The cup shattered against the floor as she was pulled on top of him. “Oh!” She gasped at his strength, her mind flashed back to that night when he

she scrambled to stand up but he grabbed both her hands. Their eyes locked, she saw a bit of a storm in his gaze. His eyes lowered to her mouth and suddenly

when she kept shaking her head and struggling. “You really know how to earn a man’s

want

felt their mate bond like he did. It didn’t seem like she felt it at all, perhaps if she did she wouldn’t be playing with his emotions. On one hand, he’d caught

feelings, he had to let Waylon

her. She pushed at him with all of her stretch and managed to get out from under him. Her dress tore down the front and left her almost

he saw her mark—the real mark he’d left upon her neck. Waylon crackled silently. “I told

really didn’t want 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 tone, it wasn’t like

trying to calm herself. She would not cry in front of him, she

their lives for him and his wealth. They dressed up every day desperately hoping for his attention or even an extra glance from him. They

the abuse Melody gave her if it meant the amnesty would be signed. But there

never in

are you saying?” Prince William sounded shocked from her response

to serve you, not sleep with

insist?” Prince William threatened, though his heart

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