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.

Doris leaned forward to blow

her hands on her lap. She could hear him settle into bed, rolling back and forth as his

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

her mouth was much

just had a cup, perhaps he couldn’t

over herself in the darkness as she poured him

she leaned over to hand it to him, 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

uniform, 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 he flipped them over so he was on top of her. He pressed her into

really know how to earn

he want to punish

me.” William lowered his voice as his eyes raked her features for any sign she’d 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

to let Waylon take over before he grew

The smell of his mate excited him, he instantly reached to undress her. She pushed at him with all of her stretch and managed to get out from under him. Her dress tore

he saw her mark—the real mark he’d left upon her

the darkness hid his face enough. He flinched at himself when he heard the hurt in his own tone, it wasn’t like him

would not cry in front of him, she would

would kill to be in her shoes. They would probably call her crazy for not joining him in bed, even for 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 for his attention or even an extra glance

would be signed.

never in a million

shocked from her response as if he fully believed

here to serve you, not sleep with you

insist?” Prince William threatened, though his heart didn’t

up one of the butter knives resting by the