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.

majesty.” Doris leaned forward to

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

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

was much too dry. She swallowed nervously just as

 He’d just had a cup, perhaps he couldn’t

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

hand it to him, he grabbed her wrist. The cup shattered against the floor as she was pulled on top of him. “Oh!”

his hot skin through her 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

His face fell when she kept shaking her head and struggling. “You really know how to earn a

he want to punish

felt it at all, perhaps if she did she wouldn’t be playing with his

to shut down his feelings, he had to let

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 down the front and

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

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

I never wanted to.” Doris breathed, trying to calm herself. She would not cry in front of him, she would not collapse. Doris lifted her chin,

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 from him. They fought with each other over who would be his favorite as if they could win that title if they were cruel

be signed. But there was no way she would ever give up her freedom

never in a million

response as if he fully believed she wanted him this

not sleep with you your

threatened, though

room. She picked up one of the butter knives resting by the tea pot and pointed